"Oh you don't wanna miss it"
"Never seen anything like it"
Dusk outside
Hallway dim
Never at school this late
Round the corner
Past drab wooden door
Into the classroom
Past the throng
Voices clamor
"Look at that"
Glass tank spans wall
Monkey stands inside
Watching us
Watching him
"What next?"
"Any minute now"
"Oh—there, look!"
Parachute down
Suckers unfurl
Eight arms roll chrysanthemum in flight
Red-orange mass rippling wildfire
Emerge into light
Beyond the glass
"What a specimen"
"Oh, it's happening!"
Simian stand stock-still
Mannequin monkey—
Mollusk
Look, class
See cephalopod engulf
Flaming arms flit over fur
Surround
Devour
"Wow"
About the Creator
MA Snell
I'm your typical Portlander in a lot of ways. Queer, cheerfully nihilistic, trying to make a quiet name for myself in a big small town. My writing tends to be creepy and—let's hope—compelling. Beware; and welcome.
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
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