We moved as fast as we could, as our lungs strained
to siphon oxygen from the damp air that swamped us.
Forcing our way through the undergrowth, we came to a
small clearing. Although visibility was limited, we could
not have missed the horrific spectacle twenty meters in
front of us…
Strung up in a twisted knot of a tree, no more than a
few meters ahead of us, was Doc. He was spread-eagled
in some a gruesome parody of his Jesus on the crucifix.
Our comrade swung there, still very much alive and
whimpering in agony, with blood gurgling from hismouth in hot pink bubbles. His chest had been sliced
open, and his ribs cracked wide apart to display the
bloody, raw mess inside.
Stunned with disbelief, Macka stepped forward as he
attempted to make sense of the horrific scene in front of
Then came the audible click of a tripwire and Doc
Blood, flesh, and gore rained down on us, and
splintered shards of bone sliced through our clothes and
skin miniscule razors.
It was at that point that I simply quit functioning.
Everything I could see, smell, and hear was entirely
incoherent; my brain slid into slow motion, my body
numbed, and I slumped to the ground. I stared down at
my hands which were thick with grime and peppered
with bone fragments—Doc’s bone fragments.”
An avid reader from a young age Lee discovered a penchant for the dark and is fascinated by the horrors both in film and books. She considers her horror gauge is broken and is rarely spooked or grossed out. Lee, is also a developing writer with a novel and, several short stories published by the likes of Hellbound Books and KJ Kennedy to name names.
About the Author:
S. K. Gregory is an author, editor and blogger. She currently resides in Northern Ireland.
“Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.”