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To the untrained eye, this monstrosity is infecting the human with some alien disease. But that's no what's happening. That little alien is a healing worm. We have no idea where that human put his hand but he got some nasty illness that no human doctor has been able to cure. But Raidian medicine is so advanced that one hour with the worm and you're healthy again, and ready to put your hands where you want to. And, in fact, we do know where is that…=-|

#WritingPrompt

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Claire emerged in times of extreme stress. No blood, but a brief moment of agony as the skin split. It was everything at that moment not to scream and clench the fist, and it was everything in the moment after not to direct Claire at the threat and let her feast.

Graham stared at his palm and glanced up at the two kids who'd pulled the knives. They'd seen his face twist and they'd flinched when his hand contorted. They ran, and Graham let out a breath.

Sorry, Claire, not today,

nostr:npub1nxty7rc9fdtcf3mq83wp4jsxqm9yz209e6fjn0qkjgm542x23vpqma055a At first, it was a good high. After a while, the itching started to get to me. The sensations were worth it after all. Such beautiful images.

I lusted for freedom from my vile flesh. A new form wanted to blossom from the old human husk. The polyps started growing under my skin. I felt a sweet release as blood started to drain from my body.

Such beautiful dark little spires punctured through. As they grew, new eyes emerged. I could now see in many places at once. Goodbye, humanity.

nostr:npub1nxty7rc9fdtcf3mq83wp4jsxqm9yz209e6fjn0qkjgm542x23vpqma055a I wondered why they wouldn't let us flush the acetone down the sink in the chem labs at university. Turns out it is a powerful mutagen.

Loretta's family had been running a nail salon for generations and the results were starting to show.

Sure they looked a bit different, were shorter than average, only had one eye and lacked other normal human features, but as long as the customers were happy, so were they.

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The man approached the hut of the Knower. It had been a long trek on a dusty trail and a starship voyage before that. The chickens in the yard blocked his way. The rooster crowed his arrival.

A young woman pushed open the curtain and stood in the door.

My lover was on the Gallantine when it was sucked into a black hole. My question: If I enter the black hole, will I see her?

She beckoned him in. Are you willing to endure the eye? It is an excruciating experience.

I must know.

nostr:npub1nxty7rc9fdtcf3mq83wp4jsxqm9yz209e6fjn0qkjgm542x23vpqma055a Bruce grinned as he looked down at the disconcertingly wriggly and moist object in his hand. It had cost him close to 3 months pay to obtain on the station’s black market, and he couldn’t wait to show Mrs B! For what he had in his hand was the semi-sentient, fully autonomous hectocotylus from a X’ethrian, and reputedly they were next to impossible to sate!

These are the adventures of Bruce, space raconteur and inept but loving husband.

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A carnival hawker sold the Eye-spike to Oliver for 50 bucks. "Lets you see a minute into the future; don't use it too much, you'll get a sore hand." But Oliver couldn't help himself; he was a Day-Trader and seeing a minute into the future meant millions. Oliver made millions alright, lost his right hand doing it. Now he held the Eye-spike in his left hand and asked, “Show me crypto currency futures.” It was like asking the meaning of life. The Eye-spike glitched, took his hand off, and then started crawling to his head. There’s always a price to pay.

Note: sorry Doc, way over tonight.

The experiment was simple enough, despite the 1.23 billion dollar budget and the 80 mile particle accelerator required to pull it off. The goal was to open a window into one of the 7 dimensions curled into a cosmic string—a window smaller than 10 Planck lengths. Nothing could move from our dimension into the one we accessed. Anything would be to big to pass through the window.

But that dimension held tiny gods and we allowed them to escape. Smaller than viruses, they used viruses as hosts.

Gods.

nostr:npub1nxty7rc9fdtcf3mq83wp4jsxqm9yz209e6fjn0qkjgm542x23vpqma055a Sam tried to peel it off, but it only tightened its grip. He tried to wash it off, but it only blinked at him. He tried to ignore it, but it only made soft noises in his ear.

He wondered what it was, where it came from, and what it wanted. He wondered if anyone else had seen it, or if he was the only one. He wondered if he should tell someone, or keep it a secret.

He wondered if he had made a mistake.