Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Worm Eaters

by John Boden

Lawrence watched the rains from his station underneath the carport. The clouds had literally rumbled in from nowhere, great black bison lumbering across the rainbow plain of sky. They snorted thunder and spat lightning. The sky opened and let loose a rain of maggots and worms that covered the ground in a fine, wriggling blanket. Children and emaciated adults scrambled from beneath their shelters to clamor and grab as many handfuls as they could, stuffing plastic bags and shoe boxes with living stringy things.

Some shoved great, gray handfuls into their slobbering, lipless mouths as they gathered. They moaned in disturbing ecstasy as they ate and cavorted in the slithering mud. In the shadows of his hiding place, Lawrence sat and watched and picked at the black sores that decorated his skinny legs. He popped the scabs into his eager mouth like candy, and, with disgust, grimaced at the worm eaters.


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John Boden resides in the shadow of Three Mile Island with his wonderful wife and children. He is an editor for Shock Totem magazine.

10 comments:

James said...

This is GREAT! What a freaky lil' tale . . . .


J.N.
http://www.james-newman.com

Hello. said...

Excellent work, John! I'm going to have nightmares!

K. Allen Wood said...

You twisted little man!

Love it!

Cate Gardner said...

Gross. Very disturbing, John.

K.Hinny said...

Gross, gross, gross, gross! *shudders*

Great work John!

Barry Napier said...

Awesome tale...wish I hadn't been eating oatmeal at the time, though...

Jamie Eyberg said...

I really shouldn't read Stitches while eating my breakfast.

Nicely descriptive and nasty.

BT said...

Eww!

But in a good way

Karen from Mentor said...

Yeah. Those stinking worm eaters. Some people. *sheesh*
No accounting for taste....


[this actually made me clap my hands with glee]

thanks!

Alan W. Davidson said...

Dude, that's gross and not my snack food but I really appreciate how desriptive and well-written the story was.