Nonhuman Stories

The thing was inside of her head. And around her legs. It never spoke. The physic commands were nothing like the movies, where an ominous voice whispers suggestively in the back of her head. Images and ideas came through the alien-like unsummoned, unwanted thoughts. It came from the same source as the sudden urge to throw yourself into traffic or onto your best friend’s husband. But it wasn’t her  Renee simply referred to...

There was something happening to the world. She could not place her intuition, just that each day seemed more isolated. Sure, Nicole told herself that this sort of thing happened. Her friends had boyfriends, careers, lives away from her. But still, she could not shake the realization that it had been months since she’d really seen anyone… Or done anything… Okay, so it happens to a lot of graduates. Nicole had just finishe...

Did you even look when you sat down? Your species has urban legends about that, whispers and murmurs of alligators in sewers. We heard, spreading through each other with slithering secrets and tales of us. Gods and demons in your world, monsters and creeping, quivering tentacles, pulsating with cum, oozing up from the cracks in your mind like terrible Krakens of sensuality. The divide... A great cleaving of our collective...

There was only the need. We spawned beneath the surface of the water, spreading out unseen through the oceans. Our thoughts melded into one incessant murmur, muted and toneless when the needs of our flesh dominated the hive mind. I needed to ejaculate. There was nothing else until I did. Our bodies were these slippery appendages, a mass of tentacles and a small, bulbous head. Not much more than we needed. Once our kind ha...

A Wooden Heart       This tale is re-working of an old fairy story and no doubt you will soon recognise it as you read on.   *****   Prequel     Granny Fay knew when she was going to die. As a witch it was natural for her to know. Her family were aware that she knew, but she had never told them when it would happen. At least, not until her dying day, (which coincidentally fell upon All Hallows Eve).   To all concerned she...