The Squiggling Beasts

… and the black dots appeared spotted over my arms, first one, then three, started to bulge up slightly, like spots, itching, bulging up. First I scratched at them, at the little nodule, like a rough hair, thicker, like a small tail, and then the itching became unbearable, creepy, like there was something under there, under the skin on my hands, arms, so I squeezed at it - nothing. I squeezed hard around the tickling nodule and it started to come. I squeezed harder, opening it up into a wound and out it popped, popped this long f*****g millipede thing, wriggling, running up my arm, and I'm like 'What the f**k?' but keeping it to myself. Then I go at another little hairy thick tail lump, squeezing it hard and another one comes out, another wriggly millipede - 'F*****g hell'. I'm murmuring now. I'm fucked, they're all over, the black lumps, and I can feel the little monsters wriggling under my skin. It's another world now. I'm trying to get them all out and they're running all over my body but I can't keep up, they keep coming, I'm full of them. The lumps keep popping up, itching; the tails keep popping out, and I'm squeezing them and they're squiggling out, little squealing creatures, all legs and squeaks, black, between two and four inches long, everywhere. I'm frantic. I'm fucked. I'm screaming. I'm thinking. I'm not really thinking. No one's around. No one can help. It's too mad but it's happening, and you just act. You just do. It's survival. I just have to keep getting them out. It has to stop somewhere. They're breeding, hatching under the skin, like something I had done had kicked off a proliferation in me. Something must have got to me in the night, something fucked. I can't think. Reaching for the scissors, snipping away at the skin and they come tumbling out, hundreds of them, spilling out from under the skin, arms, then legs, racing all over my body, covering my arms and legs, little legs, tickling all over. I'm screaming my head off. No one comes. No one's home. Stabbing at my stomach. I want out now. Lumps everywhere, itching unbearably, just want them out, for f**k's sake. Stabbing at my stomach, they're spilling all over, the b******s. I want to die. Horrible critters, nibbling and rummaging. Pulling them from my nostrils one by one, the squiggling, squealing things, burning them. In minutes it's come to this; six inch millipedes spilling from my stomach, flooding, squealing, scattering over me, nibbling, rummaging. I can feel the energy draining. I'm snipping away thinking 'Please, hurry up and kill me.' These things, I'm made of them, inside, it's all there seems to be, millions of them scuttling out of me, all over me. Slicing across my chest, they come racing down my front, great armies of scrimmaging, nibbling beasts; they squelch from my dick, and I'm farting them out. I'm vomiting them, a squiggling, squabbling din, all over my body, the floor. Spurting from my throat, and finally I drop. From within me the last come, they smother, they devour me, and on my multiple legs I squiggle and scuttle away.

Reviews

[schnickythep]

Creepy. In the best possible way. Still creepy.

[Pugsly]

I had to stop reading for a moment and then continued sometime later because while reading I seriously felt a creepy-crawly feeling on my arm... That doesn't happen often you've successfully creeped me out with a paragraph. Even though I was creeped out I was thoroughly interested in what was going to happen.

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

This is good. This is very original. I like the fast pace, and it really makes the reader standing at the edge of hir or her seat, wondering what's going on with these strange dots. Good job and keep on writing.

[Ama May Cooper]

I love the way you drop us right into the action. You manage to it without confusing the reader it entices me in. Very captivating first few lines i can picture them on my own skin as if i am expriencing it.
You have a very vivd and expressive writing style.

Why would you be keeping it a secret if there was noone around? Just a slight flaw, you say keeping it a secret but later state there is no around so surely nooen to keep it a secret from?

Very morbid and powerful, i found myself feeling itchy and scratchy. Very well documented. Disgusting but wonderful at the same time. Your writing skill is impressive.
I love the ending my favorite line in the whole piece is the very last one i love the "and on my multiple legs i squiggle and scuttle away" the picture of them carrying his dead body off with them is fantastic. Very creative piece.

[Brody James Woods]

Morbid...

[Beau-dee-loot]

Good call

[TheJordBaker]

this is brilliantly written, a really good style. an intriguing piece all round I'd say!!

[Pax]

horrifying tale indeed. good job.

[Eleanor]

Wow. I really liked it. Very well written.

[Beau-dee-loot]

Thanks, Eleanor. That's my kind of review.

[Richard Lane]

this is a well written story Beau-dee-loot thank you for the read request.

[Beau-dee-loot]

Thnak you, I suspect it reflects the horrors I keep hidden with a smile coming unbidden to the page.

[L0v3craft]

-starts scratching arms and legs-

i hate you now -_-

[Beau-dee-loot]

Cheers, P.S. Angel, inspired by the occasional post-shower itching sensation of drying out skin. Darkly the mind wanders led by such pernicious influence

[L0v3craft]

Indeed, but now you have inspired my imagination to up and run wild with the worst of my phobias-- skin parasites O.o

Of course, its still a great write for being able to do that to the reader, so you're welcome ;P