Hunger: A Short Story
by Megan Baughman
Elizabeth is fighting to keep her humanity, but she doesn't know how much longer she can deny her new nature.
The touch of his hand burned her skin. She retreated as deep into the corner of the room as she could, weeping softly.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said gently as he extended his hand toward her. He had said and done this same thing every nig...
The neon sign outside the window flickered on; the room filled with bright green and orange light. Daniel groaned as he rolled onto his side praying that when he opened his eyes everything would be as it used to be. But as he peeled his heavy eyelids open he saw the...
The sound of the door creaking caused Elizabeth to wake. Soft light flooded her room. In the doorway she could make out a female figure and her heart dropped into her stomach.
“Wakey, wakey,” the woman said in a gravelly voice.
Daniel breathed heavily, his puffs of air visible in the cold. He had gotten to the cabin just as the sun set. Once inside he locked the door and barricaded it with the old kitchen table and chairs. It wouldn't do much again against them, but it was better than noth...
It look a moment for her to fight through the grogginess and for her eyes to adjust to the dark. Her hand immediately flew to her throbbing neck. Her stomach rumbled.
It was then that she noticed she wasn’t alone.