Something Crawled up Your--
Thursday 11th July, Story #193/366
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He didn't know what got into him. That's not just a turn of phrase; something actually got into him.
It started innocently. He overindulged, had too much greasy food. He farted. It stank. Natalie, cosied up next to him on the sofa, retched, and flapped her hand theatrically in front of her face. "Oh my god, Cole," she said rushing to open the window, "Did something crawl up your arse and die?" Her eyes watered, but she laughed. She had no idea.
Cole laughed, too.
Later that night, in bed, he did it again. Again, they both laughed. Sprayed some air freshener, opened a window. "Jesus, Cole, what the hell!" Natalie said between gasps of laughter.
It should have ended there, with Cole mostly eating normally, and, if his guts were off, being considerate to others. Used the bathroom, or gone for a walk after dinner. Apologised. Avoided letting one go in the middle of sex, or while visiting Natalie's parents.
But Cole was in the grip of something that wouldn't let go. He craved the exact foods that would have the poisonous effect on his intestines. It was a compulsion. He gorged in secret at first, still feeling a little shame, maybe. Meanwhile, Natalie was trying to be supportive and preparing healthy meals and snacks. She was getting more worried and nagging Cole to see a doctor... Until she noticed his weight gain. Then she got angry. He stopped hiding and would openly sneer at the healthy food she'd made, then go out and buy something fried and dripping in cheese.
Cole had no intention of going to a doctor. He reached a point where he didn't feel bad about any of it. Part of him knew he was behaving poorly, but the bit that was in charge just laughed with his mouth. Cole likes it. It was satisfying to him, rather than repulsive. That's because it's satisfying to me. I'm the thing living in his gut.
But we hit a snag, Cole and I. Natalie decided he had an addiction, and the best cure was to go cold turkey. She locked us in the bedroom and we starved.
She's not a bad host, though.
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Word count excluding note: 366
Submitted on Thursday 11th July at 21:55
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Comments (11)
Aaaargh! This is horrifying. Poor Cole and Natalie!
What's perhaps the scariest part of this is that our Guts do have Neurons that think on their own, "Neurogastroenterology" is the Study of the "Gut Brain", and food companies have created foods that basically do what you're describing - Make our Gut Brain crave them and "override" our Brain, even though we "know" the food is horrible for us. Oh, how Horror Mimics reality sometimes haha. Well written LC, especially how you changed perspectives to the realization that the speaker was the "something"!
If I was Natalie, I would have left at that second fart 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Eeeeeeek!! Ha! Love this.
Ooof, creepy stuff. I have a fear of tape worms so this one really hit me hard 😅💀. Nice to see your story streak is still going strong!!
Let me introduce you to my husband, Bob. The only man who can make a salad stink when it comes out the other side. Funny story and great picture. Ugh!
Creepy! I loved the twist at the end. The creature has a strong voice. Great job!
Loved this, LC! You had me at ‘Did something crawl up your arse and die!’ Guess I’ll never grow up.
Laughed my ass off (figuratively). My kind of story.
Excellent short story. Funny too. I reminded me of a book by Stephen King, I think it was called Dream Catcher, but I could be wrong.
Well that stinks! Well done. 🤣