The Body That Holds It

A young woman embarks on a night out with her coworkers, trying to hide the secret she harbors: there is a malevolent, highly opinionated, and ravenous parasite living in her brain.

Via’s eyes make figure eights. Up to the top of her eye socket, eyeballs straining like they’re bruised, up until the room goes blurry and her vision decays with black dots.

Over to one side, the edge of her nose mountainous in her peripheral vision, red veins stark against the whites when the green club light flickers on them. Down until her vision trembles, forehead aching with pressure, her eyes blank, demonic husks.

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Out of the sky

Dan Benamor

It was partially obscured by clouds. In a way, this made the sight even more distressing. Because it left ambiguous the full size of the thing in the sky. I knew, intellectually, things, objects, could be that large. And at first, I assumed it had to be an object. It wasn’t a meteor. I’m not a scientist, but what little I know of meteors led me to believe a meteor would approach much faster. What then? A craft of some kind? This gray, wide, enormous entity in the sky.