Six Sentence Sunday - 2/19/2012 - From "Larvae"

The room was trashed, like a cabal of hooligans armed with cans of red and green spray-paint had rampaged through the place. But that wasn't what made his breath stick in his throat.

Swathes of pink skin clung like obscene sticky notes to the gurgling mass of whitish-green mush oozing across the living room towards Bradley. Wormy creatures crawled within the behemoth, visible through diaphanous, rubbery flesh. Tiny, sunken green eyes the only recognizable facial features on the disgusting, misshapen snowball of its head. Bulbous appendages that might, in some fucked-up universe, be considered limbs attached to stumpy, finger-less hands.

The cop gets it in this story. Poor Officer Bradley. He had no clue what he was walking into when he entered the Mitchell household. As he says, "The pranksters and the creatures from the pit. I get the worst damn house-calls."

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