The Widget from Hell.

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Jonas came home from school and threw his bag in the corner in the hallway as he used to. He had scowled the last class as he used to. And now he would take an after-school-wank. As he used to. He walked into the room, turned on the computer and was about write the keywords “cougar gangbanged by dwarves” when he noticed something strange lying on the desk. A small ball.

He poked it. It had a gelatinous consistency. It was disgusting. What was it? He picked it up, but dropped it immediately in revulsion when a green, stinking liquid came out of it. Yuck.

He went to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag. His little brother was going to get a beating. It could not been been anyone else. But what was it?

He entered the room again. It was gone. What the hell…? Was his little brother at home? He was not supposed to be home at this hour? He heard a heavy breathing behind him. A breath with a deep snarling sound. A foul odour. He turned abruptly.

No one there. He looked around. The little ball was on the floor. He took the plastic bag and was about to pick it up. It burst. Green liquid flowed out on the floor. Fuck. The liquid spread more and more. He took a step aside to avoid it. He took a roll of ass wipe standing beside the computer to clean it up. Hell, how much liquid could there be in a little jelly ball? It would soon cover the entire floor. He began to roll out paper over the pond. The paper sunk in and disappeared. In the middle of the stain a hole opened in the floor as if the liquid was etching through it. The hole slowly grew bigger. Jonas was getting scared. Then he heard the breathing again, behind him. The smell of rotten meat. The room darkened. He froze. Frightened he slowly turned.

He stared into the eyes of a monster. A demon with horns on the forehead. Warts on his face. Huge as an ox. Fangs. An evil light shone from its eyes as it grinned at him. It’s breath smelled of death. Jonas screamed. He screamed like a little girl. The demon pushed him into the hole in the floor and he fell down in a fiery hell. He regretted skipping the last hour of school that day.

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Monsters from space

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Hahaha! Juan and Guillermo was laughing themselves to death. They had just shared a piece of acid and were tripping nicely. A small thing fell from the sky. They looked at it. An egg-shaped metallic object was lying on the ground in front of them. They looked up. From clear skies.

Juan picked it up. Not a scratch! I wonder what it is? With one thrust a sharp tag cut through the shell of the egg. Hard as steel it almost impaled his hand. He dropped the egg. It fell to the ground and a small creature crawled out of it. It resembled a mix of spider and insect with a shell that looked like it was made of metal. It disappeared into the bushes.

I think I’m going to have to quit the acid, man, said Juan.

Lise stood in her shop and dreamed away. It had been bad with customers today, but it suited her fine, it gave her the opportunity to travel in her mind. She sat and looked emptily out the window with her back to the door. Suddenly she heard the familiar ringing sound of customers coming in. Pling! She turned, but there was no one there. The door shut. She looked out, no one in sight. Strange. Then she heard a crawly sound on the floor. She leaned over the counter to see. Nothing. She froze. Something was crawling fast up her leg. It reached her thigh before she could react. She screamed, got to her feet, kept hold of where it had managed to get to. Something sharp cut into her skin and continued upward on the inside. The pain went deep into her soul. Then it was over.

President John sat in his office. Counselor Marty came storming in. The two had kept in touch since elementary school. Now Joe was elected and Marty had a brilliant career.
Jo
hn! Ahem, I mean Mr. President! We have incoming reports of monsters killing people! A monster was killed in New York by a policeman, another in Pennsylvania by a civilian. The monsters managed to kill several people in both places, and it has come in reports of similar killings in several other places!
Monsters? What
are you saying, Marty? They must be some kind of animals? Or machines?

If they are machines, they are much more complex than anything we’ve seen, Sir! And if they are animals, they can not be classified as any animal we know of. They seem to be extraterrestrial beings!
Joe ran to his desk and picked up the phone. Red alert! We are
being invaded!

Juan entered the door. The acid trip had wore of, but he still felt a bit strange. His sister was sitting in a chair in the living room watching TV. Look at this! She almost shouted. It was a footage from Japan. A monster the size of a man killing people in Tokyo. Panic. Then the monster was shot. The newswoman talked about hundreds of reports around the world. They saw clips from the United States. Scandinavia. A young girl had been cut to pieces in a store in Norway. Incoming news: Spain. Mallorca.
Santa Eugenia! Juan jumped. It was the neighboring village. Suddenly he
understood the connection. He had seen the monster earlier thet evening. It was real. Now it had obviously grown. It had killed five people in the village and disappeared into the night.

They heard a loud squeaking sound outside. The door was smashed to splinters. The monster came screaming into the house with knife-like forelimbs lifted for attack. The sound hurt their ears. The sound of terror. Juan grabbed a chair and threw it against the monster. It seemed to be hurt, pulled back slightly before it slid towards him at full speed. Juan avoided a cut from one of the blades. It went through the wall and got stuck. Juan struck. He struck and he struck and he struck. The monster‘s head cracked. Yellow, fetid liquid flowed out. It dropped to the ground. A disgusting sound of suffering came from what was left of it’s head. Then it died.
What is it?! What the fuck is
it?!
On the news US President Jon
athan Cage held speech. The planet was under attack. Humanity had to stick together. Juan and Maria stared at the main display as two idiots. The clips continued from around the world.

After the speech John and Marty stared blankly into the air. They had sought refuge with the rest of the government and the top military in a top secret bunker. The war was initiated. US troops were called home to defend the country, but it was too late.

The monsters appeared everywhere. They became more and more. After some days it was raining eggs. They killed at will. They were easy to stop, but they were too many. One country after another got their defense annihilated. States fell. The reports stopped. Then there was silence.

After a long time without news John and company dared to go out. The bunker was located inside a mountain on a lakeside. They were about two hundred people. Not a sound. Nothing to see. It was over. An attack from outer space to stop humanity. In little pockets here and there they started to build a new world.

Ten years after, they still live there in the bunker. They cultivate the soil and go fishing. The monsters disappeared just as suddenly as they had arrived. What were they? Why had they come? John pondered a lot about it. It seemed they had come to stop humanity. Prevent us destroying the planet we live on.

Juan is looking out on the scenery. The monsters had suddenly stopped falling from the sky when the slaughter was on it’s peak. They had in a matter of months died out completely. They were short lived and vulnerable, but managed to eradicate the vast majority of the island population before they left. A few survivors here and there, but it was quiet. Some have traveled to the mainland. They say the bloodshed had been even worse there. No one knows much about the rest of the world. The wounds have healed and although the scars can be painful, a new era has begun.

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The Apple Grove

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A boy and a girl was running through the forest. Down a slope, looking back as if someone is after them. She stumbles, he stops and runs back for her. He takes her hand, about to pull her up. Then they burst out in laughter.

They had been on the boat and disembarked on an island to pick berries. They had come across a large apple grove by a house in the woods. Bountiful apples, tempting as hell. They jumped over the fence and helped themselves greedily. Then they had heard: Who’s there? An angry voice. They ran.

Ole got Tina on her feet. They ran down to the boat and cast off. He starts the engine and sets off away from the island full speed. They look at each other and burst out laughing again.

A sudden slam.

Tina was lying in the water. The boat was upside down, dabbing beside her with a big hole in the bow. Ole! Where was Ole!? She looked around. He floated lifelessly face down in the water nearby. She swam hastily towards him. Turned him around. He coughed. She pulled him by the shoulders towards the island. He awoke as they reached the shore. From there they saw the boat sink with their bags, their mobile phones. Everything.
Oles head hurt, he had knocked it when the boat capsized.
That was close! He said. You saved my life!
But what do we do now? They were far from the mainland. We’ll have to go up to the house and ask for help.
He laughed. Fuck! She laughed too, but it was indeed a shitty situation.

They walked up again and found a gate in the fence. They opened it and went in on a hundred meters long road towards the house. It was a mansion from the early twentieth century built on a small hill. Once it had been beautiful and grand, now dilapidated, with several windows nailed shut with wooden boards. The walls barely had paint. Had it not been for the cushions of the chair outside it would seem completely abandoned. Large apple trees adorned the hill down to the woods.

Hello? Ole said as they approached. No one answered. The door of the house were open. Hello! He said again, a little louder. They went over to the stairs of the entrance. Hello, is anybody home? Still no answer.
Ole, let’s go, said Tina. I don’t like this.
But what shall we do?
Let’s go down to the water, see if there comes a boat or something.
No, let’s wait a little, they probably have a phone. We can call the Coast Guard. He sat down on the steps.

They waited a while. It was getting dark. A sudden scream came from the forest. A human being in trouble. Ole jumped on his feet.
What was that? Exclaimed Tina. She was scared.
Ole walked towards the sound. It sounded as if someone is in danger! We must go and see!

They ran down to the edge of the forest, stopped for a moment. Then they heard another scream. Far more heartbreaking. As if someone was getting murdered. And it was close.
Tina grabbed Ole. We better get out of here!

He stood in doubt, stunned. Stared into the woods. Something moved. A figure came walking towards them in the dark forest. He had a big saw in his hands.
Ole backed. E-excuse me, is everything okay? He stuttered. The man rushed towards him.
Tina took a few steps up. Ole, come on!!!

Ole turned and started running. At the same time. He lost balance and fell over. Tina began to run in his direction, but stopped when she saw the man -bearded, dirty- standing over him. The man raised his saw with both hands and hit the rough, rusty tags into Oles head. He flinched. Split it down the middle.

Tina screamed! She screamed like no one had screamed in ages. A terrified, intense scream from hell. Then she ran. She did not look back. She ran towards the gate. She opened it. Stopped. Froze. The horrible figure stood on the trail. She recoiled. He started to walk towards her. She turned and ran. She didn’t scream any more. She was too scared.
She slammed the front door, fiddling with the lock. Locked it. Ran to the window. Looked out. No one there. A sound behind her. She turned around.

She stares into his eyes. The killer. He stands in front of the only exit. She begins to cry. Sinks down on her knees. Begging. Pleading. Don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me!

He walks over to her. His eyes lit up with hatred. Apple thieves. Intruders.
He lifts the saw. Slices her shoulder near the neck. The saw sinks into her flesh. A strange, choked wail comes out of her. He pulls the saw. Bones cut. She lies on the floor. The blood pumping from her neck. He strikes again. Again. And again.

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