Last memoriesI didn’t know how long I had been laying on Orlando’s corpse for when I woke.His blood had congealed in my fur and seemed to seep underneath my own skin to my bones.Instead of being collapsed in the grass and blood, I was laying on a bed in a closed room, clutching a pillow. The white sheet underneath me was stained with Orlando and the yellow walls had bloody smears across them. My body was no longer dislocated or broken. The only pain I felt was emotional.Where was I? Where was Ringo?Oh god, where was Sylvia?“Sylvia?” I whimpered, scanning the empty room for her “Ringo?”There was nothing here, just me. I was trapped in a room, with Orlando all over me. Where was he? Where was I?“SYLVIA?” I cried out, feeling panic grip at my gut “RINGO?”Had Ringo been taken too? Where was Orlando’s body?Panic bubbled up and formed a screaming sob. Where was everyone? Why could no-one hear me?!“S-SYLVIAAA?” I wailed, before the door opened “RINGOOO?”“Omen!
Blood and boneI was petrified when the morning’s rays streamed over my blood-soaked body. It seemed like the night never existed.After Flame had left, everyone spent their remaining time preparing for what lay ahead. Some left behind treasured items as a keepsake, while others used the time to regain their strength. I even caught Venin having sex with Python’s partner as I left the house to hunt with Neeb.I wasn’t going to face the Base on an empty stomach. I would spend my last moments venting my frustrations through slaughter.Neeb was an excellent hunting partner, despite his vomiting giving us away. He even stopped to Purge a few times in any water he could find. When Neeb’s face began to bubble, and his back bulged out into massive boulder-sized welts, we gave up on the hunt and headed back to the house.My stomach was so full I felt like vomiting. I hadn’t felt this overfed since the Institute. It felt so good to have blood dripping over me again.Everyon
Jessika Sims is an Australian author of fantasy horror. Her nightmarish monsters are the stars of her writing; created by her real-life fears of spiders, heights, and anything resembling horror. Jessika lives in the suburbs of Port Stephens and uses her experience of the changing landscapes she grew up in to create her own world and characters through her own style of writing. Transamagei is her first novel.
The birth of a baby is meant to be a joyous occasion surrounded with smiles and tears of happiness, but that was not so for my birth. When I came into this world, I was surrounded by strangers who immediately recoiled at my presence. A woman with makeup dripping down her face and blonde hair plastered to her head was screaming. Her only friend; a short woman with dark hair tied into a knot, was cowering behind the woman. The pair of chicken sheers she gripped were shaking as she inched towards me.The short woman hacked through my umbilical cord frantically, while I cried out for the protection of my mother, who was panicking and trying to drag herself away from me on the musty couch we were on. Once I was free, my mother kicked out at me, pushing me across to the edge of the couch.I could hear her hysterical sobbing and moaning echoing through my ears as a heavy hand gripped my arm and dragged my naked body around to face both women once more.“What is it?” the short woman
ZeaI was destined to die right before I had even lived.The old towel that tangled me in my mother’s hands as she squeezed me between them was the only thing that blinded me from seeing my true fate. I was not going to be suffocated to death moments after coming into this world. Instead, I was going to be driven to a river where I would be drowned in its icy depths by my own mother.I was thrown into the back of a car, still tangled within the old towel covered in the blood staining my body. No matter how much I cried or squirmed, I was ignored. I might as well not have even tried.The towel wrapped around my face and body was the only warmth I had felt in my three hours of existence. The small holes in the fabric hooked my small fingers and toes, making me squirm uselessly as the car was dragged to a halt and I was lifted from the hard seats.The cold tore straight through the towel while the breeze froze any parts of my body that were exposed through the holes. The pers
Playing with fireThe creature who called himself Tin raised me and nurtured me like the parent I never had. He grew incredibly defensive of me and always kept me hidden from the unseen dangers lurking outside. As I grew older and more aware, he taught me how to walk, then how to run. Running was my key to survival up here. Night Claw, the species Tin was, were all equipped with poisonous blood and an arm they could turn into a spear. They were bred specifically to haul heavy loads other creatures couldn’t. Because of this, they were often rounded up and forced into labour with another species called Shade.The Shade were like gigantic spiders with extremely thick skin and had claws protruding from a joint in all eight of their legs that surrounded the top of every hoof. They had huge, spiked mandibles that were forever clicking away, and eyes that were tiny slits.Compared to them both, I was useless. I was only five; my tiny teeth and weak claws could not defend myself aga
First MissionDeath was forgiving.Why was I so afraid of something that took the weight of the world from me and blanketed me in comfort?I could finally rest in peace. I could sleep forever without being overburdened with worries.Death was warm.It heated me from the inside and tickled at my heart. It made me feel protected and safe in this darkness.I was all alone though. No-one else was here to wrap their arms around me and take away the overwhelming sadness that shook through my body.Tears streamed down my face, burning my fur as they snaked through it. Instead of falling into the nothingness surrounding me, they branched off to smother the rest of my face, piercing through my cheeks and forehead.My fingers began to bubble and blister as the tears fell onto them. The muscles in my arms and legs constricted until they burst through my flesh and bound me, trying to strangle what resistance I had against them from me.The tears that coated my body felt like sizzl
Face to face with deathInstead of being met with nightmares, the void shielded my brain with a fog that made my head swim. Somehow, I was still here; probably being sizzled on the hot tar of the road I had passed out on.My hearing was the first to come back, unfortunately.A sobbing, distorted at first, got clearer as I struggled to piece together what had happened.I had been in a car crash, I knew that; but what occurred afterwards was a mystery.The last thing I remembered was lying on the hard road with glass skewering me. Was I still there? Was I still free?“He’s breathing” someone noted, but I was too disorientated to tell if it was a male or female “he’s not reacting to touch though.”Touch. Well, it wasn’t Cosmo.“Keep pulling the glass out until he comes around, then we’ll fill him in” another interrupted.Fill me in? What had happened? Where was everyone? How come the crying wouldn’t stop?The black void started to lighten and reveal distorted shapes, but