I was taking a shower and I closed my eyes. I thought I heard breathing and quickly opened them. Just my imagination. I closed my eyes again and heard a noise. Just my imagination. I opened my eyes and looked around. Nothing. I closed my eyes and felt hands grab my shoulders. I screamed and saw my roommates laughing. Just a prank. I started laughing too, until Cindy and Emma ripped off their faces exposing the hideous scaly lizard skin underneath. I screamed as they sunk their sharp teeth into me. “I hate it when the meals squirmy,” Cindy said.
About the Creator
Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Expert insights and opinions
Arguments were carefully researched and presented
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Keep reading
More stories from Alex H Mittelman and writers in Fiction and other communities.
Keep Digging Up
I died the day after the accident. I tripped and fell on a syringe. After I was buried, I woke up again. And I was hungry. I had an unquenchable urge to eat human flesh that I thought was unique to me, until I met the other zombies on the way out of my grave. All I knew for sure was I had to keep digging up. I kept clawing away at the dirt, faster and faster, until finally I breached the surface. “B-b-brains” I moaned to my zombie friends as they breached the surface too. Finally, time to feast!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough.
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough. Understanding is elusive He sat looking at the half empty glass but not seeing it, he was cold but not feeling it, he was in pain but not hurting from it. His mind was numb, his memory a jumble of conflicting events, as if from a nightmare but were in fact real. The phone rang for a long time before it gained his attention and then he tried to turn it off, an automatic reaction against coming back to reality. His mind preferred the numbness to anything else that was available. In this distracted state he accidentally accepted the call and put it onto speaker, the voice from the speaker jolted him into giving it his full attention. This was a call from the dead. The voice was full of concern, “where are you John, why haven’t you called, what is going on?” Even to his own ears his tone sounded subdued, defeated, “I am in the cabin, in the woods but I am OK will call you later” and he turned the phone off both ending this call and not accepting any other.
By Peter Rose6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Oh thank God my college days are over, lol!
❤️