The fog is thick enough that you feel your skin crawling despite the bone-freezing cold. Massive, moist tentacles slide into view, grasping and sucking at the tracks, the station, the passengers as they pull your ride out of obscurity.
When it glides to a stop, a hatch opens, revealing glistening viscera the color of hot tar.
Stepping inside, your hand brushes the wall. Against your skin the slime shimmers iridescent, as if the faintest red from your frozen, pallorous hand excites the entire spectrum.
The conductor takes your burgeoning pseudopod in his own, and as he punches it, you scream.
I wrote up this drabble after my creative slump that happened earlier this week, and I think it turned out pretty well. It’s based on the image you see up above, which I found on i09‘s Concept Art Writing Prompt feature.
When I first saw this image, I seriously had no idea what I was going to do with it. It was just so bizarre and the people were so uninteresting next to the train. After a few days with no ideas, I decided to do a drabble length horror story, since I wasn’t sure I’d be able to create any interesting sort of narrative with the extra space of 500 or so words. One hundred words seemed like the perfect length to describe the train, have someone board it, and then make one really creepy thing happen.
Did I do accomplish my goal with this piece? Let me know.