Friday Fiction: BBQ Night
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, may I have your attention, please?! You’ve been patient! You’ve been diligent! You’ve been loyal! Now, for demonstrating such tremendous qualities, such incredible attributes, such unbelievable resolve, you shall be rewarded! Friends, bloggers, Earthlings, lend me your ears! The time has come, yet again, for you to get your proper dose of excitement, adventure, and intrigue! People of the Net, without further delay, I present to you this week’s FRRRRRRRRRRIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY FICTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Sam…
…Sam, play it.
*Cue music.*
Last Friday Fiction, I said you’d get a “classic horror story” A classic horror story, in this case, means a truly gory cosmic horror tale with some gnarly (but mostly implied) body horror.
Seriously, I warn you, “BBQ Night” is not recommended for the average reader. You may not even like the idea of BBQ for a little while after this one.
For those brave enough, here’s the concept: our unnamed narrator has discovered a man is in his backyard. He wasn’t there before now. And he is going to make our narrator a BBQ dinner, no matter what he thinks about it.
CLICK HERE to see the feast.
But if you’re not the type to want such a story, I don’t blame you. If the ideas you suspect are in this short tale make you squeamish, we’ve got something else next week. Something with literally no blood. But that’s all I’ll tell you. You’ll have to find out what it is by returning.
tuning off…
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