The horrible hands wriggled ever closer, dragging their stumps behind them, creepy, bloodless forearms severed at the elbow. How ghastly they looked - entities beginning with those mindlessly clenching fingers and ending in dried, dangling nerves. The fingers balled themselves, dragging their burden forwards, then flexed suddenly, causing the appendage to lurch through the air the length of a thumb. Ciro tensed. He stood stiff as a statue staring at the hands. Perhaps if he remained absolutely still they would thump on by without noticing him. He couldn't bear the thought of those fingers touching him. He'd just as soon shake hands with his roommate after one of the fellow's messy masturbations. Absurd side-thoughts snapped into his brain. The hands had taste. The black color of the fingernails was quite becoming, better certainly than the ghastly color of the vacant veins behind them. And the bracelets decorating the wrists, suggestive of pretty students he'd seen hurrying from building to building at the university. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a tugging at his pants legs. They were upon him, climbing his pants! First the left hand was closer, then the right. To the waist. At the torso. Climbing his shirt. His terror grew with each inch of proximity to his neck - for he was sure they wanted to strangle him. His roommate burst into the room. "Oh there they are," he said, swooping in and snatching the hands from Ciro's shirt collar, from whence they dangled. "I was putting my build-a-girl robot kit together," he said. "The hands must have crawled away while I was screwing on the breasts."
Story #315
9 comments:
Are these the girlfriends of THING?
You know THING, from the Adams Family.
Intimidating and tempting, or intimidating coz its tempting. In any case, intense. For the hero at least.
:D
Wait, don't you need the hands when you're screwing on the breasts? Gotta hold 'em together to get a good t!ttyf*ck, ya know.
Validation word: sykkso - seems to be a cross between "sickos" and "psychos". It works.
And such pretty hands too.
Interesting how your words give them new meaning. No longer pretty; but dangerous, menacing, crawling closer...
Elli: Those are the best surprises! Double ones.
Viruswitch: The Addam's Family was one of my favorite shows growing up. I'm sad they don't have it out on DVD yet. So of course I know Thing. It occurs to me that I used the word "Lurch" in the story, which is still another character.
Mushroom: You have a dirty mind today ;-)
River: Before I started writing these stories, I thought they would pretty much match up realisitcally with the photos, but it often turns out quite different.
Heh! Loved the ending... Arms of a robot! Didn't see that coming...
Ranting Human: I certainly puzzled over possible endings over half a day. At first I thought this end would be too sudden and far-fetched. There had to be some vague realtionship with the narrative up to that point. I think there are a few passages which help to grease its way in, but in a way that's not too bovious. To make a long story short: Glad you enjoyed it.
"Grease it in." You mean, like the "messy masturbation"? Um, there is some upper arm on the left hand there. Just sayin'. I enjoyed the story. Like Mushroom, I liked the "screwing on the breasts" image.
P. S. I did some Frab Timov-style parody, too. That genre is hard to resist.
Hi Mrs. Weirsdo: Yeah, I saw that with the arm. They should have taken a better picture ;-)
But maybe I'll change it to "at the elbow" instead of "below the elbow. Or just crop the photo. It's a real blooper.
Nobody is going to know what you mean with Farb Timov. To clear up, I found a website I couldnt make head or tails of, with an article about Felix Kubin, whose music I enjoy. This is the site. I asked Mrs. Weirsdo about it because she's much more clever than I am.
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