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Authors: K. Bartholomew
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Something in his shoulder cracked as the hand slinked forward, then the slimy mitt wrapped around her hand. The thing’s grip was slack like its mouth, then he retracted the paw, leaving a medium thickness residue on her skin.
Shannon looked over to where Gavin and the bitch sat. They both gawped at her. “Finally notice me, hey?” She looked around the rest of the grounds, where dozens of people had stopped mid-stride to witness what was happening on campus. “Yeah, you all notice me now don’t you.” She muttered under her breath.
“What you say?” Teejay asked.
“I was just wondering if you were hungry?”
Green tinted liquid dribbled from the corner of Teejay’s mouth at the mention of the word, his lips parting to reveal brown stained teeth. “Me am hungry, give Teejay flesh.”
Shannon gagged, “I know just the place.”
During the walk, more and more people stopped and stared aghast at the peculiar sight. Children pointed and laughed before mothers shielded their poor eyes. But Shannon loved every minute of the slow walk.
When they arrived at the KFC, Shannon helped Teejay to a table in the center of the restaurant. At least four lunchtime patrons dropped their fried chicken, two standing to leave.
“Mortists.” Shannon said louder than intended.
“You promise flesh.”
Teejay would have his own mort food stamps but Shannon decided to pay anyway. Five minutes later she returned to the table with two trays filled with fried chicken. “You see that first cashier? See how she suddenly went on her break when I arrived?” She snorted. “Fucking mortists.”
Teejay didn’t seem to notice, so entrenched in the chicken he was.
“You know, I never eat the gristle.” But her words were lost on him as he gnashed on tendons and all. She brought the chicken to her mouth and took a bite, washing it down with a gulp of coke. She looked around, noticing most people had stopped watching her – What the fuck? “Fucking mortists!” She snapped at two teens a few tables away. “Yes, I’m on a date with a mort. Got a problem with that?” The two boys continued with their conversation. “Mortists.”
Teejay finished the fried poultry and reached forward, sliding Shannon’s own tray toward himself, “me,” he spat.
Shannon shrugged, she’d lost her appetite anyway. Instead, she directed her attention to the human couple who entered, walked toward the center of the seating area, saw her with Teejay and then moved to a booth in the corner. “Mortists!” She said, just loud enough for them to hear.
Wow – Shannon leaned back and took a deep breath, inhaling the stench of chicken infused with dead man. That pariah feeling – From now on people would notice her.
They left the restaurant and stood in the parking lot. Vehicles rumbled down the street and drivers stuck their heads out the window to gawp. Shannon tilted her head up in self-satisfaction and held her hand out.
Teejay took her hand, the dead flesh cold against her own. It was the most unnatural feeling in the world, but she dismissed that mortist thought and walked hand-in-hand back toward campus.
The Evil Face Of Mortism
John handed over the money for his hotdog and headed in the direction of the Titan Building, taking a bite with one hand, straightening his hardhat with the other. He peered up at the near skyline and caught sight of Fergus, distinctive wild red hair as he sealed in the window plates – Finally. After the delays, they’d be on the tenth floor by the end of the week.
John took another bite on the hotdog, almost choking when a bus rode by. “What the fuck?” The side of the bus displayed an ad for the latest Hollywood blockbuster movie. A mort stood beside some hip blonde starlet, holding hands in front of a beautiful beach setting. The title of the movie – Guess What’s Coming To Dinner . “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
John ditched his lunch in the nearest trash can, his stomach queasy he carried on
Shannon looked over to where Gavin and the bitch sat. They both gawped at her. “Finally notice me, hey?” She looked around the rest of the grounds, where dozens of people had stopped mid-stride to witness what was happening on campus. “Yeah, you all notice me now don’t you.” She muttered under her breath.
“What you say?” Teejay asked.
“I was just wondering if you were hungry?”
Green tinted liquid dribbled from the corner of Teejay’s mouth at the mention of the word, his lips parting to reveal brown stained teeth. “Me am hungry, give Teejay flesh.”
Shannon gagged, “I know just the place.”
During the walk, more and more people stopped and stared aghast at the peculiar sight. Children pointed and laughed before mothers shielded their poor eyes. But Shannon loved every minute of the slow walk.
When they arrived at the KFC, Shannon helped Teejay to a table in the center of the restaurant. At least four lunchtime patrons dropped their fried chicken, two standing to leave.
“Mortists.” Shannon said louder than intended.
“You promise flesh.”
Teejay would have his own mort food stamps but Shannon decided to pay anyway. Five minutes later she returned to the table with two trays filled with fried chicken. “You see that first cashier? See how she suddenly went on her break when I arrived?” She snorted. “Fucking mortists.”
Teejay didn’t seem to notice, so entrenched in the chicken he was.
“You know, I never eat the gristle.” But her words were lost on him as he gnashed on tendons and all. She brought the chicken to her mouth and took a bite, washing it down with a gulp of coke. She looked around, noticing most people had stopped watching her – What the fuck? “Fucking mortists!” She snapped at two teens a few tables away. “Yes, I’m on a date with a mort. Got a problem with that?” The two boys continued with their conversation. “Mortists.”
Teejay finished the fried poultry and reached forward, sliding Shannon’s own tray toward himself, “me,” he spat.
Shannon shrugged, she’d lost her appetite anyway. Instead, she directed her attention to the human couple who entered, walked toward the center of the seating area, saw her with Teejay and then moved to a booth in the corner. “Mortists!” She said, just loud enough for them to hear.
Wow – Shannon leaned back and took a deep breath, inhaling the stench of chicken infused with dead man. That pariah feeling – From now on people would notice her.
They left the restaurant and stood in the parking lot. Vehicles rumbled down the street and drivers stuck their heads out the window to gawp. Shannon tilted her head up in self-satisfaction and held her hand out.
Teejay took her hand, the dead flesh cold against her own. It was the most unnatural feeling in the world, but she dismissed that mortist thought and walked hand-in-hand back toward campus.
The Evil Face Of Mortism
John handed over the money for his hotdog and headed in the direction of the Titan Building, taking a bite with one hand, straightening his hardhat with the other. He peered up at the near skyline and caught sight of Fergus, distinctive wild red hair as he sealed in the window plates – Finally. After the delays, they’d be on the tenth floor by the end of the week.
John took another bite on the hotdog, almost choking when a bus rode by. “What the fuck?” The side of the bus displayed an ad for the latest Hollywood blockbuster movie. A mort stood beside some hip blonde starlet, holding hands in front of a beautiful beach setting. The title of the movie – Guess What’s Coming To Dinner . “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
John ditched his lunch in the nearest trash can, his stomach queasy he carried on
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