I'm several days behind in Nightmare Fuel, but I really want to edit these flash fiction pieces and make them something worth reading. If I don't have any good ideas for a photo, then I'll move onto the next.
For those that don't know, Nightmare Fuel was started by Bliss Morgan. It is a daily photo prompt for the month of October (Hallo-month) and is horror based. If you do not like horror or dark stories, you probably shouldn't read these. You've been warned.
Link to day one photo prompt - you can also read other people's stories there.
They had done something to my eyes. The only thing I had left was the ability to shut my lids, to will it all away. Wish away all the madness of this place. But
they did something. My lids were gone, vanished. All that I had left were scratchy eyes that used to stare upon beauty, upon a world so
glorious and vast that I couldn't comprehend the end.
But stuck in this small, forsaken place, I still knew not what eternity
meant, but if it was anything like this - I knew every minute would be
worse than the last.
I toppled over onto a cross, no - a grave. A grave so aged and
ruined that it almost toppled over under my weight. I couldn't weigh that
much anymore; the lifeless, limp body I used to call my own. I couldn't possibly be more than a dead leaf,
caught up in a hailstorm waiting to be pelted back down to earth.
I tried to blink again, more subconsciously than anything else. My eyes
ached, all I wanted was one moment of blackness, one moment to forget
My skin rippled along my wrists. I stared closely at it. Wasn't much
more I could do than stare. My veins turned black and wiggled under my
skin like snakes, snapping at the surface. I screamed as one of them
burst forth through my skin. Blood pooled down my arms, the sight made
me gag as my other arm wrenched itself open. My veins were crawling out
of my skin, killing me for the hundredth time over. They pulled at
themselves like long bits of yarn, tearing bits of muscle and pulling
loads of blood out with them. Every synapse in my body shot off,
lighting small fires throughout my core. This was the hundredth, no
thousandth time they have killed me slowly. But this was the first time I
couldn't shut my eyes.