A/N; I cleaned out my bookcase the other day and I found this little handwritten short story I did for my literature class like three years ago. The assignment was as follows; "Write a short story as if you were Franz Kafka, using his style of narrating and his choice of words." We had 20 minutes to finish it. I'm quite pleased with it as I find it delightfully disgusting, and I got the highest marks possible by my darling teacher. So here it is, in honour of the Great Kafka. Enjoy!
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The pale moons light covered the dead landscape like the shroud one covers a corpse with. I had risen from my bed over an hour ago, the full moon disturbing my sleep. I knew that tomorrow was judgement day. I would attend my best friends funeral.
I stood by the window. Looked out over the dead, rotting landscape. To my eyes it looked like the ground vibrated, the snow covered ground heaving up and down in waves like the storming sea. Snow? It hadn't snowed in months, why did I imagine the ground was covered in snow?
I have to get out of here! Out, out, out! No time to loose, no time to get out the door. Climb out the window instead, have to get out!
The ground is moving. Up and down in waves. The white drifts aren't snow at all, I realise that now. I hope this is a dream. The white, vibrating mass under my feet, surrounding me can not be real! But I know without a shadow of a doubt that it's all true. I'm awake. Millions upon millions of fat, white worms are crawling around me. How could I ever had thought that it was snow?
I think of my dead friend. Tomorrow he'll be in the ground, food to the worms. He'll be eaten, destroyed. Disappear.
Tomorrow he'll be food to the worms. Today, I'm on their menu. I, who's not even dead!
I can feel myself dissolve. No pain, just a feeling of being submerged in cool water. My feet are already gone. I do not fight it. Why would I? It feels good to just float away, to disappear.
Today, the worms feed on me. I'm eaten, destroyed. Disappear. Tomorrow, it's my friends turn. My lucky, dead friend. The pale moons light became my shroud. I crawl away in the night with the other worms.