by Ari Collins
Mom returned from the kitchen with empty eye sockets. "That shriek was just the cat," she said, then sighed at my shocked expression. "Did I eat the eyes again? Damn, they taste just like the internal organs. Well, I'll be more careful this time." Her jaw dislocated and out shrieked a quivering, crimson-suckered tentacle.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Shriek
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Great invasion story.
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