Metamorphocyst

A metamorphocyst was growing out of his left shoulder making putrid sounding sounds and occasional letting out a little moan at its existence, it was only baby and a sharp reminder to its owner the man of something about himself. He wondered if it was ever going to grow up and leave him. His flat was a mess. Stains were left untreated. He once hired a cleaner to come and clean the place and she walked in and laughed, and walked out. He worked in a large office where he covered it up with his shirt and used strong adhesive tape to cover its mouth and although occasionally it would shake the tape free and have a moan it was never heard over the hustle of the phone rings and chit chat and the loud and subtle and consistent office noises. At night time he would run a hot bath and settle into it and let it soften the adhesive a little before tearing it off. It always hurt them both. He would feed it cornflakes and bits of flavoured rice made with varying herbs and spices to keep it unmundane, cornflakes were more for a dessert and meted out irregularly to prevent it becoming not a treat anymore but a certainty. There was always nagging and to treat it every now and then meant a little quiet time. It grew and got stronger and stopped crying. It asked. and when it couldn't get what it wanted it got angry and argumentative over it's entitlement. And it grew. He could no longer cover it up and remained secluded in his flat off sick from work surviving off scraps of food off the floor of his flat, the fast food had remained surprisingly well kept despite it's staleness. The metamorphocyst ate chunks of sweetcorn off old pizzas, they were healthy, it enjoyed them and it grew bigger and then it was the man, and the man was just a cyst, but it didn't mind because it knew that he would die soon, and the cyst would be happy, the end.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

well, that was different! did the story grow out of the word you coined or did the word grow out of the story?
a couple very minor criticisms and they're simply things that bothered me. whether you see them as problems and want to change them is your decision, of course. the phrase "sounding sounds" is annoyingly redundant. is there another way of saying it or is it intentionally written that way? one other picky criticism...... "unmundane"? i realize you're coining your own words here, but that one annoyed me. what's wrong with 'interesting' or 'different'? and one last thing... what's sweet corn doing on pizza? funny i can buy the idea of someone growing out of someone else's shoulder, but i have trouble grasping sweet corn on a pizza. oh well.....
this was a fun little story and a nice diversion from the usual writing on this site. it's good to have you with us.

[James Walpole]

Yes the story literally grew out of the first line I just went with it, kind of stream of consciousnessed it, as with the wording I can see what you mean i do things like that alot, usually i change them into something more suitable but in this case I left them but will have a look see how they look today with fresh insight on them :) As for the sweetcorn on pizza, it is lovely!! My favourite pizzas always have sweetcorn on them goes particularly tastily with ham and pineapple! Might just be me though! Thanks for having a read of my story much appreciated I shall get around to reading your pieces soon, all the best :)

[Starmountainkid]

I like these short stories, they get to the point. I like your style of writing here, it fits the story. I enjoyed it. (I'm not much of a literary critic.)

[James Walpole]

Thanks starmountain kid i am going to check out urs a bit later just got some friends heading over, much appreciate you reading my stories, and yes i do try and keep the fat trim when it comes to story writing. Thanks again :)