The Writers' Block Digital Journal Publication

Short Story by Julian Cook The girl chews slowly, savoring the taste of marrow as warm blood drips from her chin, speckling the pastel streamer of her glittery bike handles. With no trace left, she wipes her mouth clean. Her limbs unfolded in a way that wasn’t quite right, joints bending too smoothly—too inhuman—as she rose to her feet. Her mouth creeps closed as she begins to hum a soft eerie tune. The town is unnervingly quiet, only the distant hum of a streetlamp and the