We asked for horror, we asked for Poe, we asked for animals. What Micha Viorp has given us nobody could ask for, bizarre short fiction that once you start reading, you probably won’t be able to look away.
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Bizarre Short Fiction
by Micha Viorp
“Penguuuuuin! Peeeeenguin! Penguin!!!” I scream it, It screams it. Wait what was “It”???
“Iiiiit!” I scream in agony. It’s dark, cold, and the constant screaming!
It, keep it down. Finally!
Oh, no I angered It. Why, why do I always forget??? And always this soon! “Peel, peel, peel it like an orange!” Goddammit I am human not fruit!
“My skin!” I scream, but just to satisfy It. The nerves on my back have gone numb already at the fifth “Peeling”. So my days pass, or not! I have forgotten about time a long time ago! Or not!
It’s enough Bob. You’re out! – the squeaky voice of It screams.
Out? – I ask, and a hope came. I finally can get out. Wait, but where is “Out”?
Peeeeenguuuuiiiin!!! – It screams, and what? Huh, this weird blue thingy. Sky!
Where is it, why is it so hot. Everything is so shiny and the people are so colorful. People, people! It you gave me people!
They seem to dislike me, ah yes. I am different. What, why, where, how??? It did you make me different? Why did you give me back then! It!!!
No! I am the same! They are different!
There was this glass, like shiny and silvery. It’s magic! It lets you see yourself, don’t you think It. Walk, walk, walk oh something I hadn’t done in centuries! Whats that!? Iuiuiuiuiuiuiuiui! Is that loud, remember, It? You were always so loud too, hahaha no a thousand time worse!!!
What are you doing here, Sir? – a blue “different” human asks.
Looking for silverglass! – I respond happily. Thank you It did you send this blue one?
Are you on drugs? On your knees! – blue human screams and points black toy at me. I remember It always playing with this black thing with me.
Praise the blue lord! – I beg on my knees crawling over to blue human. Will he be my new It?
Stay back! – he screams. Why is this It so scared? Ah, the moon is out already.
Oh, he still plays with me. Seems you need to see real me to play! Not, this skin of a “different” that old It always puts on me!
Oh, another meat sack broken.
Bob is going home now, to my one and only It. I can play the orange again!
Oh, I am back. The sweet It, his cute black eyes and knee-less legs. His white stomach.
It I am home! – I scream happily.
Home, sweet hell, Bob. – he is repeating time and time again as he is dragging my body to my room. Part by part, leg by leg, arm and head. The hallway looks always funny afterward.
Hi hi hi hi hi, hahahhahahaha! “Penguuuuuin! Peeeeenguin! Penguin!!!”
“PENGUIN!” – Bizarre Short Fiction by Micha Viorp first appeared in the JUST A POE BOY Short Story Contest