hatness

The icy skin of the serpent subtly pressed against my neck. With a deep yet melodious voice it whispered into my ear. “This, little girl, is only the first phase.” It let out a laugh. “When you realize your life has been ruined, you’ll know you’ve matured.” And just as it had come, it disappeared. Nausea overwhelmed me. I opened the toilet and threw up everything my stomach contained. At the bottom I saw a fingernail floating there. I took it out, disgusted. I couldn’t believe I had actually eaten a man. But the tender flesh of that being had taken root in my mind—a deep desire to repeat that perfect dish. To tear apart skin so soft and juicy, to pierce it and reach the layer of fat that worked like the perfect seasoning for red meat. My body grew excited the more I thought about it. My legs trembled as if a storm of overflowing feelings had fused together, ending in the most satisfying act a woman in her fertile stage could experience. I noticed I was sweating far too much, so I...

That morning I felt nauseous. The world spun around me, and my eyes ached as if they were being pierced by very fine needles. Some of my classmates kept repeating, “You look pale.” With the little strength I had left, I stood up from my seat. “Miss, I need to go to the bathroom.” It was only the second period, so everything was still clean and quiet. I splashed water on my face. The dark circles under my eyes were terrible, my lips dry and cracked. I slapped my cheeks lightly. “What’s wrong with me now?” It’s been a few days since that incident, and my body hasn’t had a single moment of rest. I haven’t been able to sleep. And in the early hours of the morning, a horrible pain grips my jaw—as if it’s about to split in half. I hate all of this. Every day I regret giving in to curiosity and going with… Iris. She must be fine. If that vampiress said she would take care of her, then someone like her must know exactly how to nurse someone back to health… right? The last thing I r...

It’s curious how the only time I’ve ever woken up staring at a white ceiling was the time I was hospitalized after eating something—I don’t remember exactly what it was, only that it made me terribly sick. The doctors said it was food poisoning. The smell here is similar. Yes. Hospital smell. That ambiguous scent. I looked down at my torso. A gown? Yes, I was wearing one. It was far too soft to belong to just any hospital. Beside me, on a small bedside table, a note rested next to an apple. I picked it up. “Get well.” I suppose that’s what I’ll do. I took a bite of the fruit, and after a few more, decided to leave the room. Wandering through the hallways, I passed a few doctors and nurses. Very few patients. For a hospital, it was emptier than I expected. I turned my head, looking for the exit. Screens lined the walls, displaying health advisories. In the corner of each one, a name appeared: Sanfer Hospital. That made sense. The low number of patients must be because ...

 “Why did you want us to go out with those guys?” Iris kept asking me. “Just going with them once doesn’t mean people will think we’re their friends,” I whispered back. I don’t actually look down on people like that. But I do want to avoid being teased by my very limited circle of friends. I just hope this isn’t a mistake. I hope we actually find something. On the outskirts of town, past the train station, the urban scenery gradually gave way to something greener—thicker, more overgrown. Julian, one of the guys—the one with the shaved head and square glasses—was wearing very slim headphones with a metallic-colored cable that gleamed in the light. The ear cushions looked comfortable, or at least I assumed so, since he hadn’t taken them off during the now twenty-minute walk. The other two girls seemed distant. They didn’t try to talk to us. Ever since we joined them, they’d subtly drifted away. “I had no idea you were into this kind of stuff,” one of the boys said shyly. “I’m M...

A body covered in blood. The principal losing her mind. The entire town asking, is this some kind of sick joke? The girl who used to play basketball is now lying in the morgue. Will her parents cry? No. I’m sure that, even now, it’s still hard for them to truly imagine that she’s dead. The tears will come this afternoon, when they return home from work and realize their daughter hasn’t come back. No kiss at the doorway. No goodnight hug. Every routine from now on will be nothing more than remnants of a girl who no longer exists. “Such a sweet girl,” they all say. I can’t help but feel empathy for her parents. But when it comes to her… I feel strangely indifferent. I’m not sure why. I hate that. The inability to feel. I almost feel sorry for the principal. There were only four days left before the interschool competitions. Now the school will be all over the news—but as the site of a murder. Something that has sparked my curiosity is the rumor spreading through my classmates: they...

Lately, I’ve gotten into the habit of coming to the library—not because I actually want to study. It’s just a quiet place to pass the time and read some of the comics tucked away in the “discarded books” section. Why does the principal get so irritated about us reading comics? “That’s not real reading,”  she says. What nonsense. She acts like we’re in one of those ridiculous elite genius academies, always shouting whenever we don’t bring home a trophy, or whenever our school’s name “isn’t among the top in the country.” Maybe it once was—but for years now, we haven’t contributed anything to anything. Anyway, this place became an escape. A way to stay out of the house a little longer. It’s not exactly pleasant there. But today—just when I had discovered the pinnacle of comics, that diamond hidden between dusty shelves, the one that brought back my will to live just so I could read another like it— Of all days, Henry decides to come “study.” Ah, his snoring. If I had to describe it, I...

La gélida piel de la serpiente presionaba sutilmente mi cuello, con una voz grave pero melodiosa susurraba en mi oído. “Esto niñita, es solo la primera fase” echó una carcajada “cuando sepas que tu vida ha quedado arruinada sabrás que has madurado” Y como vino desapareció. Me entraron nauseas, abrí el inodoro y bote todo lo que contenía mi estómago. Allí en el fondo vi flotar una uña. La saqué, asqueada, no podía creer que enserio me haya comido a un hombre. Pero la carne tierna de ese ser había echado raíces en mi mente, un deseo profundo de volver a repetir el plato perfecto, como desgarrar una piel tan blanda y jugosa, perforar y llegar hasta la capa de grasa que funciona como un perfecto aderezo a la carne roja. Mi cuerpo se emocionaba mientras más lo pensaba, las piernas me temblaban como si hicieran fusión un conjunto de sentimientos desbordados concluyendo en el acto mas satisfactorio para una mujer en etapa fértil. Note que estaba transpirando demasiado, así que fui hasta el pa...