HNR contributor Matthew J. Barbour earns the Horror Story of the Week nod with his highly disturbing splatterpunk tale, Full Term. Check out a sample below before heading over to the Short Story of the Week page to read the full story.
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And now, here’s a sample of Full Term!
By Matthew J. Barbour
She was about ready to burst. Nine months pregnant with twins? I asked myself. She waddled over to me dressed in high heels, tube top and miniskirt. Her blonde hair was greasy and her face was pock marked with sores, acne or something else. I couldn’t tell. The worst was the smell, a mixture of cheap booze and cigarettes. “Hey lover, you want to party?”
A part of me wanted to say no, but the urge was too strong. I gave her a once over. Her tits weren’t bad, c-cups maybe. Nice round ass on the girl too. I had always been an ass man. I figured as long as I didn’t have to look at her face, it was manageable. “How much?”
She smiled, revealing that she was missing her two front teeth. “How much you got?”
Like I planned to pay her anything, I thought of the switchblade in my pocket. I smiled back. “Fifty? A hundred if I can stick it in your butt.”
“Sounds like fun.” She said. Then, she motioned for me to follow her. It didn’t take me long to realize that she was leading me into an alleyway. Cheap ass whore didn’t even have a hotel room. However, when I thought about it, an alleyway was probably better anyways for what I was planning, as long as we didn’t have company.
She led me to the far recesses of the backstreet, past a dumpster overflowing with black non-descript garbage bags. We were hemmed in by tall brick buildings on either side and only the faintest glow of the streetlights illuminated the area. Perfect, I thought to myself.