A jaunt through Wonderland.

So I have been reading Alice in Wonderland recently and just thought when I was bored at work, fuck it. why not do a bit of my own take on it? So here you go. as always, unedited.

 

Slowly and cautiously you open up the small wooden door and, down on all fours, you crawl through it. As you reach through the doorway you can feel grass under our fingers and the light breeze that wafts through brings with it a myriad of sweet smells that drive you on to crawl through the small opening. Even at a crawl it is a squeeze to fit through the doorway and the further through it you go the smaller it seems to be until finally you pull your heel painfully through it and turn to see that what was once a doorway is now nothing more than a knot on a tree no bigger than a pool ball. Ignoring the curiosity that was how you have just crawled through a door that turned out to be a tree you decide that it would be best to decide where upon you were rather than how you thought you got there.

Looking around you discover yourself to have emerged in a bizarre and expansive forest. The sun shines down from above, floating through the trees and illuminating their foliage and making it almost glimmer in shades of green and red, orange blue purple and every other colour you can think of. In fact some for the trees didn’t seem satisfied to be just one colour at all and each branch seemed to be a different colour like an art exhibition that had been created by a committee.

Still more curious was the fact that the trees were so built up and crowded together that they formed a seemingly solid wall of wood that was completely unpassable with the exception of what seemed like a purposely made path of clear grass that lead to the tree from which you had just emerged and nowhere else. Still with no obvious way back that left you with only one way to go so you start to follow the path through the trees.

The path beneath your feet was oddly springy, as if walking across a trampoline and each step bounces you along and you realise this must be what people mean when they say they have a spring in their step. As an experiment you jump but the floor when you land seems no less resilient and you merely bounce back as if you had just taken a normal step, a feeling that was rather disconcerting given how you had expected it to react. Rather than following on with that you concentrate instead on the sweet and somehow warm smell that was still drifting along in the breeze and getting stronger as you followed the pathway.

It was the smell of sugar for sure, almost like a fairground stall or perhaps the bakery when they have just taken a fresh load of pastries out the ovens. It was intoxicating and the more intense the smell the faster you walk until you turn a corner of the makeshift path and emerge in a clearing with a table set up in the middle. The table is covered with a bright purple tablecloth and a spread of the most amazing looking food you have ever seen. There are pastries and buns dripping with icing yes but also pies still steaming warm and jelly that was wobbling on its plate seemingly of its own accord.  Pails of ice cream add to the compliment while a gigantic teapot takes makes the centrepiece with steam flowing from the spout.

It is a sight to behold and the whole clearing is surrounded by huge mushroom talks with bright blue cap with yellow polka dots so bright they almost glow and wrapped around there mushrooms and descending low over the table are lines of silky white bunting with bright and multi-coloured flags hanging down from the strings. Entering the clearing you duck low under several lines of bunting and settle yourself into an armchair that sits at the head of the table. You there is a plate sat before you with everything you would have grabbed to eat and like a starving animal you tuck into it. The sponge cakes are the softest you have ever experienced with jam that runs down your throat and the cherries onto of Belgian buns are the richest perhaps in the whole world. Unable to stop yourself you dive hands first into the nearest pail of ice cream and the chocolate is sweet, rich and milky as it melts in your hands, never too cold.

You gorge yourself until you feel you can eat no more, slumping back in the chair satisfied and feeling the greatest sense of satisfaction. On the verge of napping you look up and see the bunting, fascinating from the way the sun is shining through the plastic flags the light is coloured, raining down on you like through a stained glass window and you trail your eyes along the string until it meets another one, changing to follow that line instead you marvel at the intricate pattern that has been made by all the lines of bunting as they crisscross each other until curiously they all come together to lower to the ground and underneath the cap of a huge mushroom that curiously seems to have no stalk.

Getting up reluctantly from your seat you follow the bunting strings to the mushroom, kneeling to try and get a peek underneath the cap but it is too low down. Curiosity takes you and you grab the bunting strings and give them a small tug. They have very little give in them and you are surprised to find they are actually incredibly taught. You decide that it isn’t a mystery worth following and try to go back to the table for some moor food but the bunting is stuck to your hand. Very stuck. In fact you can’t even open your hand, it’s as if all your fingers have been glued together. You try and pull away from the bunting, leaning back in the grass as you pull against the sticky string and to your horror after a few hard tugs on the string, the string tugs back.

With incredible strength you are pulled forward, losing your footing and crashing down on your belly in the grass there is a pause where you are trying to make sense of what is happening before you are pulled forward through the grass towards the mushroom cap. In a moment of madness you can only think about how you are going to get the grass stains out of your clothes before you are brought back to your predicament by the mushroom cap flipping back and opening up like a huge lid and exposing a deep black hole beneath.

You try to get to your feet and dig your heels into the ground but the force that is pulling you forward just drags you along regardless and you leave three deep gouges in the ground behind you where you heels and your one free hand have sunk deep into the ground, pulling up the emerald grass and revealing deep red soil beneath.

Desperately you look around for anything that could help you and you see he table sinking away from you as your legs descend into the hole. For a moment you see a glint of something metal on the table, a knife for cake cutting but it is far too late for that as your backside drops away into the hole. Looking down you see that the drop is deep with tree roots sticking from the side and the glistening line of bunting disappearing into the dark. But at the bottom of the hole there is movement and something shiny glints up at you. Eight somethings.

As you slide deeper into the hole, dragged by the bunting from which you can’t let go, you manage to reach out and grab a sturdy tree root, temporarily stopping your descent though the pain that tears up your arm is intense and for a moment you could believe that it is about to be torn from the socket. And then there is a voice that filters up the hole towards you. Cold and menacing it is like nails on a chalk board and your blood curdles at the sound off it.

‘Oh don’t fight, you know it’s hopeless. You’re not my first choice of meal but you know we all have to eat.’

You want to scream but you can’t the sounds just don’t come out right and all you can do is gurgle in fear as your arm is once again tugged on. And then whatever it is that spoke moves again, slowly but surely dragging itself up the tunnel towards you. Two long appendages thicker than your arm stretch up out of the darkness towards you with small forked ends to their legs that latch into the red soil and then pull the rest of the creature they belong to forward. These limbs are covered in thick spine like hairs and as the creature below you looms towards toy you see the glistening was eight black round eyes that all stare up at you as the body of the spider comes into view. Its dark brown body filling the entire width of the tunnel and the bunting disappearing beneath it, fed along buy two more, smaller arms.

‘You know what the spider said to the fly? Come into my web. And in you came. You filled yourself up on my little treat and no I get to gorge myself as well. Is that not fair?’

What you thought at one point was a branch sticking from the tunnel wall comes loose in your hands and as you once again start to slide inexorably towards the petrifying creature you look at what you had grabbed to see the light reflecting off a human jawbone, ivory in colour with the teeth still in place. Below you there is the rasp of swords being drawn from their scabbards and you look down to see two fangs, jet black and glistening, unfurl themselves from the spiders mouth and it chittered as the creature reared up above you, your legs sliding underneath it as the mandibles waved back and forth madly.

Finally you find your voice and managed a scream but by the time you had sat down in the chair it was already far too late.

‘I would like to tell you this would be painless…’ said the spider mercilessly ‘but it would be a lie.’ There was cruel mirth in its voice.

Your screams continue to float up the hole and out into the world above right up until the cap of the mushroom slams shut again and you are plunged into darkness, left alone with your own cries and that maddening chittering.

 

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A little slice of Nanowrimo

I’ve been finding it hard to write recently, not that my output was great before but there is just something killing my creative process at the moment. Even the small side projects I work on to stop my writers block have been stunted recently, who know why. Hopefull it doesn’t last too long but in the mean time I thought why not post something this year, so I settled on this little extract from my National Novel Writing Month last year. I didn’t actually enter it into any competition of course but it’s just a good excuse every year to do some writing and Technically the final product is a skeletal draft of a full novel.

Anyway for a little context Hayley here has been trying to escape the monsters of the book and has fallen off the back of a jeep and been knocked out, this is her after she comes around on a dirt road in Belize.

‘She had not been out long before something woke her. Opening her eyes slowly she saw the road in front of her, innocuous as it was it still surprised her for a moment until the events of the day came flooding back to her. She tried to move her arms but the resulting throbbing in her head made her want to throw up and she gave up, lying in the underbrush looking pathetically out before her. She heard the wind in the trees, swaying the leave as it gently sailed along, accompanied by the quiet hooting of an owl somewhere above her.
But that didn’t make sense. The hooting came again and then was joined by barking off in the distance. Hayley went cold. She wanted to move more than ever but she couldn’t then the tree above her shook and the branches rattled off each other. A slow, carnivorous rattle similar to that of a crocodile flowed down to her and Hayley closed her eyes, waiting for the thing to descent on her. She could hear a gentle his and opening here eyes again she saw the black body of a snake similar to the one that had almost attacked Vera, slowly making its way across the path away from her. Whatever it was that was above Hayley made it’s rumbling noise again before springing from the tree and landing on the path before Hayley. Through horrified, open eyes Hayley got her first sight of what it was that had attacked them.
The creature was not quite as large as they had seemed in the dark, it was about five feet tall and very reptilian except for it’s human like arms and it walked with a hunched posture. It’s large eyes were amber and it’s long snout opened and closed to let free a flicking lizard like tongue, revealing large yellow teeth as long as Hayley’s finger and sharp as could be. Blood still oozed slowly from it’s jaws and both of it’s four fingered hands were covered in blood dried to a dark brown colour. It’s scaled body was dark green but the under belly was cream to Hayley’s surprise it wore a tattered loincloth made of some sort of leather as well as a small necklace with more of the carved stone hanging from it, like it had found the cache of artefacts and decided to play dress up. It crouched down next to the snake and cocked it’s head as it looked at it, using it’s thick tail for balance. Hayley was reminded of velociraptors in dinosaur books and films but it was far too large. The snake between it’s feet reared up, ready to strike but the creature didn’t seem afraid, indeed it reached forward to pick the snake up. The snake lunged and sunk it’s teeth into the creatures arm, striking twice and retreating before striking a third time at which point the fangs stuck. The creature stood, though still hunched and looked at the snake closer now, holding it with one arm while the fangs were still stuck in the other, causing the snake to coil slightly.
A tall fin slowly rose up on the creatures head, almost a foot high like a strange mohawk, with bright red flap between the top and the neck. Then the creature bit into the snakes body, cutting it in two with a quick shake of it’s head. The body in it’s hand fell limp while the head stayed resolutely stuck in it’s arm and the creature looked at the head thoughtfully while it’s jaws munched on the chunk of snake it had bitten off. Hayley tried to move, as scared as she was she was fascinated and wanted a better look around the bushes she had buried herself under. This caused a rustling and the creatures head shot up again as it scanned the trees. Hayley held her breath, cursing her inquisitiveness and praying it wouldn’t see her. The creature stood stock still for a moment looking around through narrowed eyes, it’s muscles tensed and Hayley was sure it would soon spring forth and grab her. But then it relaxed and took another bite of the snakes body before dropping the rest and plucking the head from it’s arm. Bright red blood ran from the puncture wounds and the thing lapped at it for a moment before looking at the head and manipulating the fangs. Slowly venom flowed forth from them and the creature held out it’s free hand, allowing the venom to cover it’s claws.
Then came a hooting off in the distance, followed by a sharp bark. The creature raised it’s head and released two barks of it’s own before rapidly srpinting off into the jungle, gone in a second. Hayley let out a sigh as she untensed. Then she passed out again.’

The Girl in the Road

Three hours and seven minutes. That’s how long Cathy had been driving that night. Leaving the protest at around nine o’clock and after setting off at five in the morning to drive the same time across boarders to get there. She was exhausted, her legs ached, and her voice was horse from shouting, but she was happy. She felt she had really achieved something during that time and she was sure that the next protest she would do the same again.

The lights above the motorway glowed a dim orange and the rhythmic flash as they passed overhead was hypnotic and Cathy could feel her eyes trying to close. Shaking her head and reaching blindly for her cup of coffee she tried to force herself awake again. It worked to a degree, she didn’t feel her eyelids fighting their way down again and the coffee gave her a slight jolt, if only because it was cold and pretty unpleasant. Added to the lights in the dark there was the thumping of hundreds of raindrops as they exploded off the cold car exterior. The rain had started towards the end of the protest and slowly built until now it was a fierce downpour playing a drum solo.

After about ten minutes Cathy felt her eyelids trying to do their escaping act again and she reached for her coffee again. This time the base caught on the lip of the cup holder and, in her tired hands, she accidently tipped the coffee into her lap. With a yelp she bounced in her seat, looking down to see what she had done and moaning as she felt the cold coffee soaking into her skirt. Sighing in irritation to herself she reached for a handful of napkins to try and dry herself off, only after that looking up over the wheel for the first time in several seconds.

There was a person stood in the middle of her lane. A girl and Cathy screamed and slammed the wheel to the side. The wheels of her car screeched and skidded in the rain and the car slid sideways and slid towards the girl in the road. Cathy continued to scream as the car slid. Closing her eyes and waiting for the thump and her car flattened the poor girl. But it never came. The car slowly stopped and Cathy was left with the sound of the rain and her own beating heart. Finally daring to open her eyes Cathy saw that she had come to a halt, side on across two lanes of the motorway. It was a small miracle that there was no one else on the road at the time, due to it being so late.

Remembering why she had slammed on her breaks Cathy jumped from her car and staggered out into he road, looking for what she expected to be the flattened body of the girl. At first Cathy didn’t see the girl, thinking that she must have sent her flying or worse, caught her in the bumper of her car. Looking around Cathy was beginning to reach new levels of panic when, looking back to where the girl had been she saw her. The girl was crouched in the road, her hands over her head as if bracing for impact. She was pale, with long blond hair that was plastered to her by the rain which had turned the strappy red dress she was wearing dark. She was bare of foot and as Cathy ran up to her she yelled and fell to the side, trying to escape.

Cathy took her arm carefully and tried to calm her.

‘Shhh, Shhhh. It’s ok, you’re ok.’ She tried to coo but the girl still struggled against her for what felt like minutes, sat in the road but finally the girl gave up and just sat sobbing.

‘Are you OK? what happened to you?’ Cathy tried to ask but the girl didn’t reply. Just sobbed.

‘Why were you in the road?’ Cathy asked all to aware of how soaking wet she was getting crouched there in the rain.

‘He…he…he jus…’ started the girl but then she was reduced to sobbing again.

‘Come on, come with me, I’ll take you to the police.’ Cathy said, taking the girl by the arm and leading her, without objection, to the passenger side of her car where the girl slid into the sat and sat with her head in her hands.

Cathy sat down behind the wheel again and careful turned the car back onto the road, driving cautiously now after her close encounter. And very aware of just how wet the inside of her car was getting which in any other circumstance would have infuriated her but at that moment she could ignore that. As she drove Cathy tried her best to talk to the girl but she got very little out of her beyond stifled sobs and quiet weeping. All that she managed to find out was they the He the girl had been talking to was her boyfriend. Upon learning this Cathy very quickly started to put the story together, or at least put a story together in her head. She could imagine the kind of swaggering jock that this poor girls boyfriend was. The kind of meathead that thought he was the gift that god gave the world and thinking he could to whatever he wanted to whoever.

Well he wasn’t going top get away with it on Cathy’s watch. She was going to take this poor girl to the police and make sure that they nailed this sick bastard to the wall. Looking over at the girl again Cathy thought she couldn’t be much older than eighteen and even they it may have been pushing it. Despite her makeup having run down her face in the rain she was still exceptionally beautiful, with exceptionally smooth skin and gorgeous blue eyes which looked so doe like and innocent despite the red whites. Her body was slender and the soaking wet dress clung to it, accentuating her figure for anyone to see. Her pale skin shimmered with the rain water and seemed to almost sparkle in the dazzling lights as they passed overhead.

Cathy pulled her attention away from the girl and back to the road. The street lights were still a dull orange. Why had they seemed to be so bright and sparkling? Risking a glance back at the girl she saw her in the dull light. Sitting there quietly snuffling to herself. She was still tired Cathy thought, the adrenalin rush was wearing off. There were still only a few miles back to town and Cathy wanted to stay alert. It was going to be a long night yet.

‘So what’s your name?’ Cathy asked, hoping to distract herself.

The girl didn’t answer.

‘Where do you live?’ Cathy asked now

‘London’ the girl said in a quiet voice.

‘That’s not exactly close.’ Cathy replied. Glad that maybe there was a conversation she could develop.

‘No’ the girl replied

‘How did you end up all the way out here?’

‘I was staying with my boyfri…’ started the girl before she started to cry again, softly.

‘Oh it’s ok, It’s ok. I’m going to make sure all this gets fixed.’ Said Cathy. Anything to try and calm her.

The girl didn’t stop crying, but she quietened.

Cathy turned back to the road again. Her eyes had been lingering on the girl’s long legs, her skin smooth as silk even here and how her delicate feet were covered in scrapes and bruises from walking barefoot down the road. Cathy’s wanted to just pull over and hug and comfort the poor girl but there would not be prudent at the moment. What she needed to do was get the pair of them to a police station where they could report what happened. But Cathy looked over again and saw the girl was looking at her, their eyes met and she was drawn into her beautiful eyes. Just staring at her, full of tears still and engulfing like a hole had opened up and swallowed Cathy. It almost pained her to look away but she managed to fix her eyes o the road again.

‘Thank you…’ the girl said in her gentle voice. There wasn’t a crack in it.

‘You don’t need to…’ started Cathy

‘Thank you for stopping and helping me. Not many people would have.’ The girl continued.

‘That may be right, but I always look out for a woman.’ Cathy replied.

The girl sobbed again quietly but didn’t start crying. There was an almost irresistible force trying to pull Cathy’s head around to look at the girl again but she fought against it, trying not to think about her soft, round lips. Her cold skin. It was insane. She was a happily married woman and had plans to adopt maybe someday and yet the appearance of this girl was rapidly driving her insane. What was wrong with her? Keeping her eyes glued to the road she tried to keep her eyes fixed to the whiter lines flickering in the headlights. Counting them as she was acutely aware of the sweet-smelling perfume the girl was wearing. Surely that should have been washed off in the. Then the girls hand closed gently around her hand on the gear stick.

Cathy’s heart beat quickened as she felt the girls soft skin on hers and her breath seemed harder to pull back. She glanced across at the girl who was staring longingly at her, her perfume was filling her nostrils to such a degree that Cathy thought she would smell this girl when she was in her grave. Slowly the girl leaned in and Cathy felt herself doing the same. But then she pulled herself away. She was probably twenty years older than this girl who had just been through something truly horrific and was not in her right mind. Cathy tried to open her mouth to say something to that effect, to try and be gentle with this girl but all she could manage was

‘What are you…doing?’

The girl didn’t need top reply, her hand was still on the gearstick and Cathy felt, almost against her will, the wheel of the car turning over and the vehicle slowing as they entered the hard shoulder. Cathy wanted to object but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. That perfume was so strong and even as the car slowly drifted to a stop she knew she had nothing to say. Somewhere inside she knew she didn’t want to be doing this but wherever that part of her was it was far away. Tucked up and being supressed by the desire that she felt, the smothering need to touch this girl’s skin and feel it against hers. The car stopped and Cathy heard the flick of the hazard warning lights.

The girl didn’t need to say anything either. Almost as soon as they had stopped her hand was on Cathy’s face and Cathy felt she would have her rest it there forever. But there was no forever as the girl leaned in to no resistance from Cathy. The girl whispered something briefly in Cathy’s ear, so quiet that even with straining her hearing it was too quiet. Then heir lips locked. The kiss felt like an explosion in Cathy’s brain as thousands of pleasure receptors exploded to life and she felt her head spinning in the clouds. It was the best she had ever felt and she suddenly felt like this was the only thing in the whole world that was right, this one glorious moment that had brought the two together through tragedy. Her hands were on the girls legs and her skin was as soft as she had imagined, without out any blemish and as smooth as she had ever felt. Almost too smooth. Like running her hand over a glass pain.

Something wasn’t as right as she had thought. Her tongue felt strangely warm and there was a wetness between her chin and the girls. Like she was drooling. Cathy tried to pull away but the girl resisted, pulling her back with surprising strength. Cathy tried to pull away again, struggling this time and she felt a sharp pain in her tongue. She yelped and pulled back harder, leaving the girl to finally let go. Only the girl didn’t leg to entirely. As Cathy pulled back the girl’s tongue stretched comically out in front of her like a piece of gun a child would pull out from their mouth, the end still plunged into Cathy’s mouth and as Cathy tried to scream she realised that their tongues were connected. More precisely, the girls tongue had latched onto hers.

Then Cathy tried again to scream when she took on the full effect of the girl’s face. the girl’s chin was cleft in two by a huge tear in her skin, the bone revealed beneath it and when Cathy screamed the girl’s head rolled backwards and the rip split open. The girls lower jaw split clean in two in a shower of blood as the thing let out a harsh, croaking screech. It’s eyes had rolled around in it’s head and were pure white while it’s teeth popped from it’s jaws like popcorn from a machine and were replaced by yellow razors. Cathy tried to pull away bodily but the things legs kicked forward, it’s feet folding like claws to a chorus of snapping bones and seized hold of Cathy, pulling her forward with horrendous strength. Blood was now filling Cathy’s mouth as her tongue was mauled by  the things own tongue and her scream became a gurgle.

The things arms shrived like a balloon with all the air released from it and the thing’s dress fell gently down to it’s waist, revealing it’s pale body, alabaster white and from it’s belly button exploded a plume of blood, drenching Cathy, as four fleshy claws burst from inside. Between them was a membrane, making it appear like some horrific flower with gnashing teeth in the centre. More tongue like appendages sprouted from the mouth at the centre of the flower and even more from between the things legs, all wrapping around Cathy and pulling her towards the creature. Cathy’s flailing became weaker and weaker as she felt herself sliding across her seat and towards the thing. The whole interior of the car was red with blood and there was a thick, cloying scent of it everywhere. Somehow despite this, as Cathy was relentlessly drawn to the centre of the flower, she could still smell the perfume that had intoxicated her so just moments earlier. Then her face was mere inched from the horrific mouth.

A car sat at the side of the motorway, the hazard lights flashing and the interior blocked by red. There was no sign of movement from it until the passenger door opened and a young girl emerged. She was soaked in blood from her hair to her bare feet. When she stepped out of the car the closed the door with a small snap before looking up to the heavens. The downpour was as heavy as it had ever been and thunder rattled in the distance. The girl stood in the rain for a moment, arms outstretched and a huge smile on her face as she let the blood run on her body, mixing with the rain before the happily skipped off down the road, splashing in the water that had filled the drains.

Spooky Scary Skeletons

There was a dull scrape as the shovel dug deep into the dirt, digging down and pulling away with a heap of muck which was carelessly thrown aside before the blade of the shovel dug deep again. The rats gathered around the scene, some sitting atop grave stones, others hiding cautiously under bushes, not yet realising that the figure wielding the spade and whistling tunelessly had absolutely no interest in any of them.

The figure in question was not, in truth, actually whistling. It is rather difficult for skeletons to whistle as they are woefully unequipped to do so but still this one continued to do so regardless, the high pitched sound floating into the watching animal’s ears without bothering to actually travel through the air. The skeleton was knee deep in the ground, slowly working his way down to the coffin of the next cadaver he was to uncover. If his calculations were correct then the cadaver inside would be as fleshless as he himself was and ready to be uncovered. Pausing for a moment the skeleton wiped non-existent sweat from his brow and clambered out the hole he had dug and walked over to a wooden cart that was sat on the path that ran through the middle of the graveyard. The rats tensed in anticipation as the skeleton reached into the cart and withdrew a small plastic zip lock bag which contained a sandwich. The figure removed the sandwich and looked at it in disappointment.

‘Cheese and pickle again? Why can I never get any ham?’ it said with a sigh that was punctuated by a small click as the teeth snapped shut.

Then the skeleton took a bite from the sandwich which dropped through the hole in the jaw, bounced off his ribcage and landed on the floor. The rats surged forward, fighting each other to get to the largest chunks of bread and cheese and make off back to relative safety. Their caution was again pointless as the skeleton paid them no heed, taking another bite of sandwich and causing another rush of rats before he put the sandwich back in its little bag and returning to work. By the time the coffin was uncovered the skeleton’s white bones were streaked with mud and when it was finally done it hurled the spade up out of the grave with a sigh of victory.

Bending down and plucking the lid off he observed the body inside. The cadaver was less a corpse and more just another skeleton, devoid of all but the smallest lumps of flesh that the first skeleton picked off carefully and threw up out the grave, causing another charge of rats. Bending down again the skeleton placed the asker arms of the second down by its sides and then clicked its jaw back into place where it had come loose. The first skeleton then stood and looked expectantly at the second as it lay there motionless before letting out an irritated sigh

‘Well come on then’ it said irritated before giving the second skeleton a slap around the skull with a crack that reverberated around the stillness of the graveyard.

The second skeleton started to shudder on the wooden floor of the grave, the bones drawing closer together as if pulled by magnets and the whole structure convulsed before slumping still. There was the sound of breath escaping lungs that no longer existed and the second skeleton sat up, managing to give the impression that it was blinking groggily despite having none of the required features.

‘Morning’ said the first skeleton with as much cheer as he could muster under the circumstances.

‘…What?’ asked the second, the words escaping the jaw which remained solidly shut.

‘I said, morning’ said the first again, it’s jaw moving to simulate what it would have been like if he had had the flesh left to move the bones.

‘Wh…where…’ asked the second

‘You’re in a grave’ said the first ‘in a graveyard’ he added rather unnecessarily.

The second skeleton looked around, taking in its surroundings.

‘I thought it was something like that’ it said eventually

‘Well come on then, get up’ said the first and offered the second a boney hand.

‘Should I?’

‘What do you mean?’ asked the first, confused

‘Well surely I should just lie down here and be dead, that doesn’t usually involve standing up does it?’

‘Did you plan on just lying around for the rest of time?’

‘Well I guess it was plan, only I haven’t ever seen a skeleton walking around.’ Said the second, taking the firsts still outstretched hand and pulling himself to his feet.

‘Well have you ever seen a skeleton just lying around?’ asked the first

‘Well…I guess not.’ Said the second ‘Speaking of which, shouldn’t I be terrified?’

‘I think emotions tend to be left in the flesh.’

‘Ah I see, also how are we speaking? That tends to be something that I didn’t think skeletons did either.’

‘Yes, as the Narrator pointed out we are lacking the proper equipment, but bear in mind you are also hearing me without ears.’

The second skeleton paused and thought about this before shrugging and deciding that it was probably better not to go into too much detail. The first skeleton clambered out of the grave and turned around to help the second out as well. They stood looking down at the grave and contemplated where they had just been before either of them spoke. It was the first that broke the silence.

‘Would you like a sandwich?’

‘Will it do anything?’

‘Well it won’t bring you back to life or do back flips or the like’

‘I mean, is there any point of eating it? Can I even eat it?’

‘As well as you could ever eat before you died. Unless you died of starvation of course.’

‘I don’t remember dying at all’

The first skeleton walked around to the head of the grave and scraped his finger bones across the face of it, clearing off dirt and moss.

‘Nope, it says nothing about choking’

‘That’s not really the kind of thing that a gravestone really says.’

The first skeleton shrugged

‘I dunno, it could be useful’

Things that go Bump in the Night. Part 1

‘And Finished’

 

Robbie sat back triumphantly on the sand and wiped the sweat from his brow, slicking back his long blond hair in the process. Anna, his girlfriend walked over and placed a hand gently on his shoulder while adjusting her own dark, pixie cut hairdo with her other.

‘Well done honey, you stuck some sticks in the ground.’ She said sarcastically

It was true, Robbie had spent the last half an hour since the group had arrived at their campsite hammering some wooden stakes into the ground at intervals, creating a perimeter about fifteen feet around the two tents.

‘Yes, they are sticks in the ground, but once I wrap this string around them, it will create a fence that will stop us wandering off into the desert if we need to move about at night, it will likely be getting quite dark at night.’

‘Well that is what tends to happen at night. The sun goes away!’ came a voice from one of the two tents surrounded by the wooden perimeter. A few seconds later Robbie’s best friend, Kevin appeared from the tent, clutching a pair of beer bottle in one hand and a bottle opener in the other. He was tall but unlike Robbie who was well built, Kevin was scrawny. His short dark hair, like Robbie’s was slicked with sweat and his clothes were slightly too large on his light frame. As He approached Kevin managed to trip on what must have been the only rock they hadn’t cleared from their area and almost managed to fall on his face, barely managing to save himself at the last moment. When he reached his friends, he offered one bottle to Robbie before popping the top off his own and tilting his head back for a big swig. Anna coughed dramatically to gain his attention.

‘And where is mine?’ she asked sweetly

‘You had one when we arrived.’ Replied Kevin as Robbie popped his own bottle and took a swig

‘So, I can’t have one now?’

‘We’re out here for five days sweetie and there is only so much beer.’ Replied Kevin

‘To be fair…’ chimed in Robbie, ‘The cooler will only keep it cold for so long, might as well drink it all tonight or it’ll be warm by morning and warm beer is just gross’

‘Thank you, Baby,’ said Anna, quickly pulling the bottle from Kevin’s hand to little fight and taking a quick swig.

Robbie chuckled and held his hand up to Kevin who helped pull him to his feet.

‘I know you are going to side with your girlfriend Rob, but just remember we have known each other longer’ joked Kevin

‘I know man, but you need to learn to stand up for yourself, can’t just let her push you around cos she’s a woman, now help me with this string would you.’

‘I’ll get it for you’ said Anna, handing the now half-finished bottle of beer back to Kevin and walking off back to the tents.

Robbie started to walk his perimeter again but Kevin watched Anna as she went. Her long-tanned legs climbing up to underneath her white shorts which were cut to show off just enough of her backside to be enticing, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. Kevin felt his temperature rising and decided it best to move on before Robbie saw his looking.

‘So, the rope gets wrapped around the sticks?’ he said as he jogged up to where Robbie was standing staring out into the desert.

‘That’s right, and then if we need to go for a piss or the like during the night then we won’t go too far out else we’ll walk into it, plus if we need to find then tents all we need do is follow the rope around and it’ll pass by the back of them.’ Replied Robbie with a smile

‘It’s genius’

Robbie laughed

‘Thanks, wish I could say I was the one who came up with the idea.’

‘Don’t worry, I didn’t accuse you of having come up with it.’ Laughed Kevin

‘Hey, screw you too’ replied Robbie, giving Kevin a light punch to the shoulder.

The pair laughed and Kevin rubbed his shoulder, hoping that he was exaggerating it enough to hide the fact that it actually had hurt.

Night had started to fall by the time the trio had managed to get their camp fully set up with a small generator running some camping lights and their truck had been unloaded of all their recording equipment which was now placed around their perimeter at various locations to try and get them the best coverage. By the time everything had been finished and a small fire had been set to cook over many more beers had been consumed by all parties, most notably Anna who now was helping Robbie paw over the map while Kevin kept an eye on the sausages and tended the fire, occasionally glancing up at the couple when they weren’t looking.

‘Hey Kev, you’re one hundred percent sure we are in the right place, right?’ called Anna, exaggerating the E sound in his name.

‘Right place right’ chuckled Robbie, quietly repeating what she had said.

‘Shut up’ cried Anna, laughing too.

‘Don’t touch the markers, I’m one hundred, hundred percent sure we are in the right place. I’m the map guy remember!’ replied Kevin

‘Oh, sorry Mr Map Guy’ laughed Anna as she sauntered over to the fire and sat down, rather harder than she had intended, in her chair.

‘Don’t call him that, it’ll just add to his ego’ chuckled Robbie, taking his chair next to Anna rather more gracefully.

‘Well then you can call me Mr Food Guy as I serve up the first plate of hotdogs!’ called Kevin triumphantly as he managed to flip a sausage surprisingly deftly into a bun and passed it to Anna who cheered.

‘Hey Kev, feeding my girl first? Trying to make a move?’ Said Robbie, trying to keep a straight face but failing after a few seconds.

‘Wouldn’t dream of it Rob, I only gave Annie that one because I’d burnt it slightly, but don’t tell her that.’ Replied Kev, managing to get another sausage into a bun and passing it to Rob.

‘Aww Kevvie you’re breaking my heart. You’re really not trying?’ said Anna in a whining tone.

‘I…feel like there is no right way to answer that question’ replied Kevin, laughing

‘Pretty sure that’s the right way to answer it’ replied Rob and the three laughed.

Kevin tried to go three for three on sausage flipping but this time managed to miss his own bun and the sausage padded softly to the floor. His two friends booed as Kevin shrugged and got to his feet, giving the sausage a clumsy kick out of the perimeter, spraying sand up into the air, before carefully skewering a fourth sausage and carefully placing it in his bun before sitting back down with a thump.

‘Always have a spare’ he said with a chuckle.

‘Hey Kev, didn’t you say there was an old ghost story about this place? When we were riding in’

‘Yea there is, there are a bunch to be fair but only a few of them are widely told.’

‘Oh go ahead, tells us a story Kev’ Said Anna who had slipped out of her seat and was now cross legged on the sand by the fire.

‘Right Ok then. Well, you know we are in the middle of the Oregon Trail right? Well not right in the middle of course we would be more along the…’ started Kevin.

‘You can spare us the really nitty gritty details Kev, just get to the gruesome bits.’ Interrupted Robbie who had slipped down to sit beside Anna and placed an arm around her.

‘Right well, there was a group of pilgrims on their travels, maybe about ten or so and when they reach this desert, some of them start getting sick.’ Continued Kevin also slipping sown onto the sand so that his face was partially hidden behind the dancing flames.

‘So a small group of these ten, two guys and a girl in face. They decide they don’t want to get sick and they are going to split off and go back, find another group to travel with as they can’t go ahead with just three.’

‘How were they getting sick? What were their symptoms?’ asked Anna between a sip of beer. Her eyes were starting to glaze a bit as the alcohol started to take a greater toll.

‘It’s a ghost story Anna, I don’t think the clinical details of their illness is the main issue’ laughed Rob pulling her closer to him.

‘Well you don’t know do you’ she replied belligerently.

‘Don’t worry, Annie, it’s not’ chuckled Kevin

‘Spoilers’ muttered Anna as she snuggled closer to Robert.

‘The spoiler is that I’m not going to finish this story if you keep interrupting’ said Kevin with another smile and Rob covered both his and Anna’s mouths with his hands.

‘Thank you, now, where was I? Well these pilgrims, they were trying to head back, and something happened down the road and in short, one of the pilgrims was married to the woman, but he felt that the other man was, essentially, having an affair with his wife. He starts to pull their caravan of course, leading them around in circles so that they could spend more nights out in the desert so that he could have more chances to catch the two being adulterous…’

The duo of Rob and Anna are silent as they curl up together listening to the story being told, letting Kevin get into his grove as he built towards the climax of the story.

‘Finally, the man catches his wife talking with the other man and he loses his temper, attacking his friend and in his blind anger he kills the friend but in doing so his wife is knocked into the fire they had set up for the night. Screaming she runs off into the desert flailing and the man chases after her and to this day it is said that the ghosts of the three prowl the deserts, seeking each other out. The legend even says that everyone and a while a group will be traveling out here and will disappear. Their stuff will be found, but they will be gone.’

There was silence over the group for a small while as Kevin takes a bit from his hotdog. Finally, it is Anna who breaks the silence.

‘So, the guy just sees his wife talking to their friend, goes crazy and kills them both?’ she asked cautiously

‘Well it’s never made clear how they were talking. They may have actually been having an affair, maybe they were just talking about the fact that the husband had gone crazy, leading them around in circles.’ Replied Kevin.

‘And so, a woman was set on fire and decided to run off? Not stop drop and roll?’ Said rob mockingly.

‘It was the 1800’s dude I don’t think they had invented fire safety yet’

‘You’re full of shit’ laughed Anna

‘Well it is a legend, nothing says it has to be true.’ Replied Kevin

‘Well I still don’t get it, what kind of disease do you get in the desert?’ asked Rob

‘Oh shut up’ replied Kevin

The trio laughed and joked with each other for a few more hours, as more beer was drunk and they progressively got crazier. Anna flicked on the radio they had brought and the soft tones of music wafted across the desert around them as they danced under the moon and the stars. It was about one o’clock when they decided they had better turn in. Kevin used his flashlight to give all the recording equipment a final adjustment, making sure the cameras had a good view of the sky before he at last climbed into his tent. Throwing himself down onto his unfolded sleeping bag and passing out without even getting undressed.

Mannequin

Not really sure who will enjoy this one and to be fair if you do enjoy this I worry ‘cos I think it’s some pretty dark shit. I hope no one reads the sparse stories I post for a happy ending because I don’t think I have written one yet.

Despite the blazing hot weather and bright sunlight outside the inside of Marvin’s Mannequins was kept relatively dark, with the majority of the light being produced by several large lamps that hung over the displays that lined the edge of the shop’s interior. Despite the size of the shop the centre of the room was kept clear of all furniture, allowing for any viewers to move freely with no fear of anything prohibiting their progress. The Displays that did feature in the room were high wooden cabinets that reached from the floor almost all the way to the high ceiling, the frames polished to a dark mahogany hue while the thin glass pains were cleaned to the point where one would not believe that they’re were there without reaching over and touching them, an act made impossible by red velvet rope that surrounded each cabinet, keeping viewers of their contents just out of arms reach. The shop itself smelled slightly of bleach and other such cleaning products, not so much that it disturbed any potential views but just enough that it could be noticed. Of course no one that entered would ever comment on where the smell came from, the immaculate presentation of the store front was enough to tell anyone that the proprietor spent copious hours making sure it was always ready for visitors. Today however the shop had been kept rather quiet. The sun and the warmth outside had diverted peoples attention from the shopping district and out of town to the beaches, parks and anywhere else where the children could enjoy the outside while the parents would idly chatter amongst themselves, leaving Marvin’s Mannequins to sit in silence.
That silence however was broken by the soft jingle of the bell above the door, followed by the thud of boots on the solid wooden floor as someone entered, bringing with them a warm breeze of outside air which was quickly cut off by the careful closing of the door. Hayley was a regular of the store, often finding any reason to venture into town to peer into it’s displays and over the months since the store’s opening she had struck up a friendship with the store’s proprietor. With pale skin but dyed black hair and dressed in all black, complimented by black makeup, Hayley fulfilled the stereotypical gothic young woman look to perfection as she smiled a small smile to herself and walked to the first cabinet. At just 5’5 Hayley wore her heavy platform boots to boost her height, boots which now thundered loudly across the floor as she crossed the room to gaze at the display.
Inside stood a porcelain doll. Her long blond curls hung over her tiny gingham dress which covered delicate white stockings the attire finished off with small black shoes. Hayley’s blue eyes stared into the doll’s glassy hazel ones which in turn stared right back. In Hayley’s opinion the eyes that had been crafted for this doll, and indeed the eyes of every doll in the store held more life and emotion that those of most the people’s she knew. The eyes of these dolls seemed knowing and intelligent to Hayley and when appreciated with the small smile that each doll wore they seemed to radiate some strange love that Hayley had often could only be the love and attention of the creator that he had poured into each of their creations. Hayley walked around the room in silence except for the thumping of her boots as she always did upon her visits, stopping to gaze upon ever doll she saw and appreciating them all for everything they were worth. Just as she finished examining a doll dressed in a very vintage 50’s style attire a voice called out from behind her, causing her heart to skip a beat as she jumped.

‘Back again Hayley?’

Hayley turned to see a tall but slender man in a scruffy apron with unkempt blond hair with grey streaks standing behind the counter. He looked through his thick glasses at her and smiled warmly.

‘I should have known it was you from the way you stamp around in those big boots of yours’

‘Mister Richard, You scared the life out of me’ replied Hayley with a smile, one hand clutched to her chest.

‘I am sorry about that, but then again so do your boots every time you step into my shop’ replied the man with a chuckle

‘And I’m sorry about that, I’ll try to remember not to wear them next time’

‘Oh don’t be silly, don’t change the way you express yourself just on my account. And for the thousandth time it’s Marvin’

‘I’ll try to remember that one as well’ replied Hayley.

‘So who is it you’re examining today my dear?’ asked Marvin, absent mindedly pulling out a cloth and swiping a spot of dirt off the handle of the door he had just appeared out of.

‘Oh, just all of them, as always Mis… Marvin

‘You keep coming in here and one day you may even buy one.’ Joked Marvin

Hayley looked down sheepishly at the very large price tag that sit in front of the nearest doll.

‘Maybe one day I will, when I win the lottery maybe.’

Marvin chuckled

‘Or maybe one day you come in here enough and I’ll feel charitable and just let you have one’

‘That’ll be the day Marvin’ replied Hayley with a small laugh of her own

‘Maybe, but for now have one of these’ he said, offering Hayley a small box with the lid of, revealing a row of small dark chocolates.

Hayley hesitated, she had been growing increasingly conscious of her weight recently, well ever since her rough breakup with her ex boyfriend.

‘Oh Hayley, It’s just one, I won’t tell if you don’t’ smiled Marvin

Hayley managed a half smile and took one of the smaller chocolates, popping it gingerly into her mouth as marvin returned the box to behind the small desk that stood by the door to the basement.

‘I take it by your hesitation that things still aren’t going right with Josh?’

Hayley swallowed hard.

‘Things are exactly how I want them to be, I don’t want anything to do with him.’ She replied quickly

‘Oh Hayley, the eyes around you can see the truth, as can mine. You can’t fool an old man’s eyes.’

‘I just…don’t want tot talk about it.’ Hayley replied

‘Than I shan’t talk.’

Marvin inspected the sad look on Hayley’s face for a moment before smiling as a light bulb turned on in his head.

‘I know something that will cheer you up, Have you ever wanted to see how these dolls are made?’

‘Hayley looked up from the doll she had been examining and looked at him Marvin.

‘Well it would be interesting’

‘The how about I show you my workshop downstairs? I have been working on something that I think you will really like’ Marvin said, his tone almost bursting with excitement.

‘Well…OK then’ replied Hayley who couldn’t help but get swept up in the wave of Marvin’s overwhelming excitement.

Opening the door behind him Marvin beckoned Hayley into a long corridor that lead to a long staircase leading down. Leaving the semi dark of the storefront and entering the brightly lit back of the shop gave Hayley a sudden head rush but she battled on through it and followed Marvin to the staircase. Steadying herself on the wall Hayley carefully followed her friend down the steps making sure not to miss any in her chunky boots as she descended. At the bottom she found Marvin bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of a wooden door with a small wooden sigh nailed to the front reading Where the Magic Happens which had clearly been a product of the Disney company.

‘After you my dear’ he said through a broad grin that threatened to separate his head in two.

Hayley opened the door with one hand while the other gently massaged her head through her hair, the rush had been replaced by a slow spinning sensation that was starting to turn her stomach slightly. As the door opened Hayley saw a room almost as large as the store front up top but with only a small workbench pressed to the back of the room behind what appeared to be a hospital gurney. There was a smell of burning plastic and looking around Hayley saw what looked to be coffins stood up along the left wall with a table and chair sat in the middle of the room with the majority of the lighting pointed towards them. Hayley tried to take a step forward but her legs gave up underneath her and she fell forward twisting slightly as she went only to find herself caught by the surprisingly strong hands of Marvin who slowly lowered her down son that she was lying on her back on the cold concrete floor. The light above her was blocked out by the blurred face of Marvin himself appearing above her. He said something but the words were just a muffled mess and the more Hayley tried to strain to hear him the darker the room got and the fainter Marvin became.

Hayley awoke briefly as she was placed carefully onto the gurney but she quickly passed out again. She awoke again as she felt her boot being tugged from her foot. Through the deep throbbing in her head she managed to hear Marvin tut and pass a comment of which she only managed to partly hear

‘…eally that short? Well I guess it won’t matter in the lon…’

But then Hayley’s passed out again briefly. The next time she awoke Hayley felt her dress being pulled carefully down her thighs. At this she tried her best to struggle, to call out for help but the best she could muster was a slight wobble as tears started to form in her eyes. Marvin ran a hand over her calf and up the inside of her thigh before stopping himself and making another comment, this time Hayley didn’t make it out. Marvin then caressed her belly slightly before chuckling.

‘Maybe the chocolate was too much’ he said before turning to see the tears running down Hayley’s face ‘Or maybe not enough for you. But oh well, this should keep you out for the duration’ before he disappeared out of Hayley’s sight. Trying her best to turn her head achieved nothing for Hayley and she was suddenly struck in the neck by a stinging sensation followed by a hot feeling that spread quickly through out her shoulders and up to her head.

‘Night night Hayley’ came Marvin’s voice again

Hayley finally woke again some time later, she couldn’t tell how long she had been out but she seemed to be sitting up and her throat was dry and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.Terrified Hayley tried to open her eyes but found them stuck shut, as if something was gluing them closed. Her fear intensified as she realised it must have been Marvin. Hayley tried to scream but she found her lips were sealed as well, this time by something on the outside of them that was keeping them shut, worse was that her entire body had been glued into place and the more she struggled she felt whatever it was tearing painfully at her skin as if it was going to literally rip her skin off of her. Hayley’s heart was racing as she struggled and tried to thrash and scream, tasting blood as the skin on her lips was eventually ripped away from what was covering them and she managed to let out a moan of fear and agony as blood filled her mouth. And then she hears hurried footsteps, followed by Marvin’s voice.

‘Hayley HAYLEY! Relax! It’s OK, stop struggling before you ruin everything.’

Then Hayley felt something wet and cold but soft being pressed to her eyes, and then whatever was gluing her eyes closed slowly softened and Hayley managed to wrench her eyes open. Looking blearily around Hayley saw that she had been sat at the table that stood in the middle of Marvin’s ‘workshop’ it was impossible to move her head but she could still look around with her eyes, not that it granted a much better view. All Hayley could see was the far wall with the three black coffins propped up against it. She tried to struggle again and again found her skin in agony but there was the smallest amount of movement from her arm though the motion, as small as it was, felt like razor blades slicing underneath her skin.

‘Hayley STOP! NOW!’ came Marvin’s voice again and he moved into view.‘Look be careful, You’re still setting. Any movement now and you will ruin everything.’

Baffled and terrified by what he was saying Hayley tried to scream. The face she had known for months, happy and benevolent seeming was now pale and strained, there were bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days and his eyes were darting around the room as if looking for something that was just beyond his vision.

‘Oh but I suppose you want to know what I mean’ Marvin continued, ‘Well no use hiding it now. I did say I was working on something you would like.’

And Marvin moved away, reappearing next to one of the coffins. Hayley strained her arms and, through the pain she felt her right arm move a little more. Marvin was beyond noticing, he had opened the coffin and, though his body was blocking Hayley’s line of sight he was clearly straining with something heavy. Hayley watched in terror as he dragged whatever it was backwards to the table and then with one last burst of effort he turned the thing around.
Clutched in his arms was a huge doll, only slightly smaller than Marvin himself and unlike the smaller counterparts upstairs with their childlike figures this one was clearly a full grown woman. The proportions were perfect and the eyes staring back at Hayley were more real than any she had ever seen Marvin create before, but again unlike their upstairs counterparts these eyes had none of the love, rather they contained more terror than could possible ever be replicated in anything man made. Held in Marvin’s arms was a real woman, covered somehow in a bizarre porcelain mould that had trapped her essentially inside the doll body and with a sudden horrified realisation Hayley realised that this must be the same fate that had befallen her and she too had been transformed into one of those things.

‘Beautiful isn’t she? Not as beautiful as you of course but how could she be? She was only a prototype for the process I have been working on. What do you think? Oh I know you can’t talk but I know what you’ll think. You’re in love with what I have done for you. You’ve been immortalised. You’re a beauty that will never age. Oh There were a few broken eggs to get here but it was all worth it for you Hayley. You were my inspiration.’

Marvin continued to ramble his mad motivations, his words seeming like a thick black sludge that flowed into Hayley’s ears and filler her head with horror. She had to get out of here. Her eyes, the only part of her not covered by the mixture were spilling tears which to her horror Marvin mistook for tears of joy.

‘Oh Hayley I knew you’d love it. You loved my dolls so much and I just wanted to give that love back to you, for you see, I love you Hayley. Ever since you first stepped into my store and I saw you’re countenance I knew I was in love. The way you looked at my dolls I knew we were kindred spirits and I knew we would have to be together, This way there is no reason for you to ever lose your radiance and we can share each other always.’

Marvin propped the human doll he was holding up against the table and to Hayley’s horror he approached, one arm moving out of view and Hayley could only imagine it creeping over her cheek as his face moved closer to hers. Desperate Hayley screamed as best as she could through her porcelain mask, the sound coming out as a muffled cry that was loud enough to stop Marvin in his tracks.

‘Hayley No you have to be careful!’ cried Marvin who’s voice was filling with panic, increasing crazily in pitch.

Despite the agony of her skin tearing free from her muscled Hayley tried to free her arms, trying to force Marvin away and with a final crack like breaking glass her Arm moved at the shoulder, flying forward and managing to collide with Marvin’s face. As she did this Hayley saw her arm. It was a solid pale pink, shiny and inhuman as if someone had covered her in a thick, solid layer of cling flim. Cracks had appeared where she had moved and there was no blood pouring from each crack, flowing freely down her arm and onto the table top in front of her. The sight of her own arm coupled with the horrified squeal from Marvin filled Hayley with a greater desire to escape. Fighting through the slicing pain Hayley managed to force her legs to the floor with another loud crash and staggered to her feet. The table shifted as she bumped into it and the doll that Marvin had propped up fell forward, stiff as a board, colliding with the floor with a shattering sound. Hayley had no ability to move her head but she could only imaging the terrible mess that lay inside the girls porcelain coffin.
Marvin screamed a high, childlike screech at this but Hayley was already desperately trying to manoeuvre her mostly static body away and in the direction of the door.   One leg was completely unmoving and the other was only free at the hip, meaning that Hayley was dragging herself along the floor in a torturous two step. Her breathing was heavy, every ragged breath pulling more blood down her throat and into her lungs and the tears in her eyes were almost blinding her. It was a small miracle that the door to the workshop was open and despite Marvin throwing himself in her way he seemed unwilling to touch her as if any attempt to restrain her would lead to her breaking into a thousand pieces. Indeed when Hayley made it to the door he moved out of her way begging and pleading with her to stop, horrified that he may nudge her into the doorway and break her.
As she exited the door Hayley found herself with a final obstacle. The stairs seemed to be insurmountable. She was completely unable to mover her knees but she knew she had to escape. Desperately raising her leg as high as the agony would let her she tried her best to get her one movable leg onto the bottom step. Tried to get into a position to make some attempt at a hop upstairs. Alas it was not to be. Hayley felt herself falling backwards. With no way to stop herself she fell slowly backwards. The world seemed to slowly rotate around her as she felt herself falling, almost in slow motion to the sound effect of another scream from Marvin. Hayley didn’t feel the impact. As soon as her head hit the concrete floor the porcelain covering her body shattered, ripping away from her and taking chunks of flesh with it. There was a blinding white flash of pain and Hayley was passed out. Waking just one more time Hayley found herself lying numbly in the lap of Marvin who was weeping over her broken body. Wishing for it all to just end Hayley passed away, the last thing she heard was the lamenting of Marvin as he raised a shard of smashed porcelain from the floor and held it to his wrist.

Motionless

Just a quick bit of sci-fi I wrote out of boredom.

Motionless. The only way to describe the wasteland of Braxis. The rolling dunes of the desert were completely without movement. From one side of the horizon to the other one could look an they would see nothing but the barren plains of grey, the desert of Braxis being not covered in sand but ash. Over the centuries since the planet’s core had burst the ash thrown up into the atmosphere had settled and compacted under the harsh winds and heavy rain storms, leaving a solid floor of darkness, leaving it motionless, or all but motionless. Slowly and tentatively something small broke the surface of the ash. A small creature, it’s fur matted and coarse carefully poked it’s head from where it had been hiding beneath the cover of ash and, after many minutes scouting the area. Broke from it’s cover, running a few feet it hid in the shadows provided by the closes dune and went to ground, flattening itself to the floor and watching. Taking it’s time the predator waited, knowing that before long it’s patience would be rewarded. Finally it’s patience was rewarded when something moved, skirting the desert quickly it darted forward before stopping. Sliding forward almost leisurely the predator moved, what it was hunting didn’t matter, only that it was soon to become food. The hunter had learnt after years of life, how to move silently but quickly across the desert and before too long it had closed on it’s prey which was still very much unaware of it’s presence. Staying low the hunter stopped, knowing that even as it closed, one wrong movement would cost it it’s meal. The ash moved minutely before it as it carefully moved again, finally it was close enough, the time to strike was now and with one surge of it’s muscles it burst forward and out of the ash, It’s huge frame exploding from the ash like a breaching whale and it’s jaws scooping up and enveloping the small rodent which hadn’t even realised it was being stalked and which managed a small, pitiful squeal before it disappeared completely into the maw of oblivion.
The Dust Devil lay on the surface of the ash,resting it’s huge frame allowing it’s scales to absorb some small amount of sunlight from the clouded sky as it chewed it’s prey a few times before swallowing. In the distance it watched a as a trio of dust clouds made their way across the desert, the Devil had seen clouds like this before, it didn’t know what caused them but it’s primitive animal intellect told it that it was best to stay away for now. Even if it moved at top speed it was no match for the vehicles on the horizon, but what else it knew was that sooner or later those vehicles would releases softer, slower targets and then maybe it could claim a more significant meals that the one it had just had. Casually the beast turned back to the ash, using it’s ram like nose to crack the surface and then pulled itself underground again. The only sign that it had ever been there being the long thin track left by it’s dorsal spines as it moved, punctuated by one larger crater before the trail continued, turning east and following after the clouds on the horizon.
Heedless of the display of nature that had just occurred the small army jeep sped on across the wasteland, it’s wheels kicking up huge plumes of ash as it did so, causing the bus that followed behind it to need to keep a good distance to it’s left in order for the driver to be able to see where they were going and the same said for the cargo truck behind that, causing the convoy to gouge a wide series of tracks out of the previously perfectly flat ash.