Saturday, February 7, 2015

A FOUL DAY - BY NINA D'ARCANGELA - IS THIS WEEK'S SCARY SATURDAY TALE!



http://penofthedamned.com/2015/02/03/a-foul-day/


A Foul Day, by Nina D'Arcangela, is this week's Scary Saturday tale. I have only included a little bit of it below. You can read the rest on the link above. While you're there, read the other great stories that Nina has posted there, all for the price of free.

A Foul Day is a classic Nina tale: bad to the bone! I mean that in the nicest of ways. Get your ration of Damned Dark Horror and read it tonight! You don't want to sleep anyway.

Blaze McRob


A Foul Day

It moved! I swear on my mother’s grave I saw it move! Glancing up, I scan the faces surrounding the table trying to determine if anyone else saw the jerking motion. No one seems to have noticed; they’re all laughing and drinking, chattering away happily while waiting to be fed.
I blink a few times to clear my eyes. I’ve been working too hard lately, putting in too many hours, that’s all. I raise the carving knife and fork once more, preparing to plunge them into the bird trussed before me. It fucking moves again! This time with an accompanying slopping sound. A bead of sweat breaks out on my upper lip; my wife is staring at me hesitantly. With both hands now resting on either side of the beast, I take a few slow, deep breaths to calm my overwrought nerves. A slight nudge comes from my right. It’s my wife, a strained smile on her face; she nods toward the foul creature. I nod back.
Bringing the arm with the fork up, I dab at the dew above my lip and make an off-hand comment about it being roasting in here. Everyone laughs. A small shake of my head, I exhale and raise the knife once again to begin slicing the meat. As the gleaming instruments near the platter, I hear a voice in my head. ‘Go on ya piss-ant piece of shit – cut me open. Show everyone what a big man you are and gut me. Gut me like you gutted your wife when the doctor told her there was no physical reason you couldn’t get it up. Ya don’t have the balls to stick it to her, and you don’t have the balls to stick it to me either!

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