Crawling from the Earth. Flash Fiction.

There was a gentle rumble along the ground, a crack appeared in the dry soil, slowly it expanded until it was almost three feet across. The rumbling died down and everything was still, a long, impossibly thin hand reached from the hole and grasped at the soil, it pulled itself upwards until finally it was free. The creature was ten feet tall, a mottled black and red, its body was similar to that of a human, if one had been stretched out on a rack. It looked around, squinting in the harsh sun, after a moment it started walking. Behind it another crack opened in the ground, then another. The creature didn’t slow nor look back, it just kept walking. The second one peered after the first, then began to walk too, this time going in a different direction. All around it more holes were opening up and more creatures were clawing their way to the surface.

After an hour the creatures stopped coming, the ground was littered with tears, there was another gentle rumble and all the holes began to close over until there was no evidence of them to begin with.

The creature moved steadily, never stopping or pausing for rest, occasionally it would spot an animal in the distance and take off running, its long legs enabling it to catch up quickly. Once it had the animal in its grasp it would tear at its flesh, ripping off chunks and devouring them quickly. With each meal it seemed to shrink slightly, the colours of its skin evening out, the features becoming less sharp and jagged.

The creature stretched, it wasn’t used to this body yet, it was certain it would blend in with the humans, but it held no concern if it didn’t, its kind didn’t feel pain, not in the same way these things did. Besides, even if it was caught there were hundreds, thousands of them already out there. The humans wouldn’t catch them all. In the distance it could see the glittering buildings of a city, the creature began to walk towards it, smiling as it went.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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