Snapshots of my Mind

I haven't had much time to write, so I'm posting a few short clips from things I may write in the future. Hope you enjoy them - they may be real stories one day!


The old barber accidentally poked at her swollen boil with his sharp scissors. With a wet, oozing squelch, the red skin broke, leaking pus and small flakes of dead skin. In horror, the barber watched as hundreds of small spiders skittered out, scattering as she screamed.


She slipped the sock onto her slim foot, then screamed as it began to bite her ankles, with sharp , yellowed fangs rimming the inside of the fabric, and dark blood seeping from the wounds. Within seconds, her foot was sheared off in a bloody, ragged mess. The sock, a sack of bloody flesh, burped.


She kissed him hard, her lips pressing tightly to his, her arms wrapped around his head. His hands came around to encircle her hips, and she pulled him into her bedroom. Her hand reached down to his pant line and began to unbutton his jeans.


He unwrapped the first chocolate bar, slowly peeling the foil wrapper down. Taking a bite, he crunched a few times, then stopped, looking puzzled. The candy felt and tasted like bones. He broke the chocolate in half, revealing a hundreds of small bugs and a severed human finger melted into the chewy center.


"I didn't know you used to be an actor," he began.
The laundromat owner shook his head. "I was never big. Just a few small roles in some obscure movies... then I had to come back here, to take care of the family. Things change."
"I don't want to bring back bad memories," he said. "But I'd love to see you perform something."


He picked up the rock with both hands. Instantly, he could feel power coursing through his body, running up and down his arms like water. Closing his eyes tightly, he took a deep breath and made his wish.


"I was in the boiler room - that was no accident," said the mechanic. "The boat was sunk on purpose."


He woke up, gasping for breath.