Here is an excerpt from my slasher story releasing on February 28th, be aware that this contains substantial violence, if you are not interested in violence I recommend not reading the rest of this post. Character names have been censored to avoid spoilers. -CharA- takes a couple steps further into the bridge looking around. -CharB- nervously takes a few steps towards the captain’s chair. -CharC- moves towards the navigation console. -CharD- shines a flashlight at the communications hub. -CharE- points her gun at the entrance on the other side of the bridge. They hear a thunk above them and everyone looks up at the ceiling, nothing is moving, and the only thing above them should be the hull. -CharD- looks down and a panel is open on the navigation console.
“Was that panel open before?” “No, it was closed before we looked up.” -CharA- said, his curiosity and fear at war with each other. “Someone check it out.” Something flies out of the open panel. It hits -CharC- in the face. -CharC- starts screaming and -CharE- approaches. It’s a tin foil pie pan, the pan falls to the ground. “The flower, this pie, is someone playing pranks on us?” -CharE- wonders aloud. They look back to the panel that the pie came from, it’s closed. -CharC- wipes the whipped cream that was in the pie tin off his face, his hands shaking. As they look around for who could have thrown the pie they hear a ding like a rock hitting metal. Then another, and another. -CharD- looks at -CharC-. His teeth are falling out of his mouth one by one, many are hitting the pie pan on the ground. “Whas happening?” -CharC- sputters. As he talks a chunk of his cheek peels off and falls on the ground. His hands shoot to his face, the skin distorting where his hands touch it. As he pulls his hands away in horror the skin that bunched up when he touched his face falls to the ground. -CharC- falls to his knees. His nose bounces up with the impact and slowly slides down his face, rotating as it goes. His eyebrows droop to cover his eyes and he begins screaming. His lips are propelled off his face by the force of the scream. -CharC- falls over. When his face hits the ground the skin splashes away from his body, pooling out around his head.
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AuthorRachel Bowers, the author at Rachel Bowers Stories. Archives
June 2022
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