Strange Flesh Meaning Novels & Stories

His demeanour changed, his jaw getting even more stiff and he broke eye contact with her. "What the hell?" Adrian said. "My sentiments exactly, do you have an idea what it could be?" She asked him. "I have never heard of such a creature." Adrian replied with a frown. "There are ones that flay people alive and leave their skinless bodies but this.. it is way too strange." She turned to the king again. "What do you know of this?" She asked him. "What business is it of yours?" He growled. "It looks like a problem that has bugged you for long enough. We can help you, if you tell us what it is we're up against."

“What are you trying to imply?” He took a breath. “It looked…like disease. The body wasn’t normal. It was swollen, Your Majesty. The blood that pooled and spilled from the eyes and mouth happen to be a strange color.” “Swollen?” I repeated, disturbed. He nodded. “Yes, the body looked strange like nothing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Because the hand that emerged from the sleeve was rotting. Not wounded. Not infected. But dead. The skin hung in thin, loose folds, grey-green and peeling, with long cracks that oozed black fluid. Black veins pulsed beneath the translucent flesh—no, not veins—tunnels. And inside them, something squirmed. Maggots. Or something like them. Moving slowly beneath the skin. Living under the flesh. I fought the wave of nausea that curled inside me, forcing my breath to steady. But my throat locked.

Monsters, I'm seeing the real monsters in a flesh while my mind keeps telling me that this should be impossible. I scream in fear as I take in their bizarre appearance; the intensity of their stares penetrates my skin like a hot needle is being driven into my flesh. They are hideous and small but largely built at the same time, but what shocks me the most is the fact that none of them seems to be wearing any clothes.

“You see–here! Look at this!” And I do, albeit cautiously, leaning in to get a better look at the patch of exposed flesh. Beneath the skin, where there should only be sinew and muscle and perhaps bone, I can see odd glimmers that look almost like threads of silver. “Fascinating,” Doctor Danbury breathes out. “What does this all mean?” I ask, still reeling from her earlier statement about the plague having never been controlled.

“Surely you don’t believe in those tales of sorcerers snatching away pups from their dens to sacrifice them to on the nights of the New Moon?” I felt my neck and ears burn, as my small, tiny world of Bragne flipped over on its head. “Isn’t… Don’t you all know of the Stigma?” I felt stupid as a child trying to explain to adults how the world worked. “Oh? The Stigma? You mean this purple thing that’s all over my body?” Felix pulled down the hood of his cloak and exposed the deep violet veins all over his neck. He rolled up his sleeves and tore off the white bandages that covered his arms. Once again, I saw the veins crawl up and down his brown skin like violet centipedes. I looked away in naus

Hugh Fleshy now really felt like he had met the strangest man in the world. "How about 15 minutes?" Hugh asked.

The waiter explained, “This is the case. In the last two months, a strange disease has appeared in our area. There’s nothing wrong with the people who are infected at the beginning, but there will be markings of black circles on their arms. As time goes by, the black markings get darker and darker. A week later, there will be blains and putrescence on the black marks. In two weeks, the black marks will spread all over the body, and the person ultimately dies in pain.” What kind of disease was that? Thomas had never heard about it. It seemed incredible, like some kind of wizardry. The waiter added, “We don’t know anything about how this disease arose and whether it’s infectious. We just call

A strange creature jumps inside the room. It’s also a wolf, but it has no fur, no visible features. It doesn’t even look like it has skin. The only thing it has is a bleeding lump of a body, rubbery and oozing something that smells completely foul. It looks like a wolf that’s been burned but managed to stay alive somehow. But the worst thing about it is it’s big black eyes that’s full of malice and hunger. It lands on the floor with a heavy thud. Vincent shoots it, but the bullets just bounce off its strange skin. It sniffs the air and finds my kids before we can manage to get out, and I see it tensing, ready to attack them.