This is a short story I wrote a while ago. It's basically me trying out body horror writing. It's like ehh, but I would love feedback please lol

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Study Cram-p by Nick Kel

“You know you gotta stop slouching. You’re gonna end up all bent up when you're old!” Nala teases Ethan. “I’ll be fine. Stop worrying about me and start worrying about the test finals” Ethan rebuttals. “Oh shoot your right! Ehh, I’m probably gonna fail.” she says. The two teens were just walking back from school. The sky was cloudy and the air was foggy. “Bro, when you’re old you’ll look like the hunchback of Notre dame– well you won’t be a redhead.” Nala says, ruffling Ethans dark brown curls. “Dude–” Ethan starts but is interrupted. “I bet you’ll seem taller if you walk straight. Maybe you’d get a girlfriend.” Nala continues. “Man friendly fire be crazy.” Ethan remarks, socking a small punch at Nala. 

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Ethan finally makes it to his house and says goodbye to Nala. His mother was out for work, so he had the house to himself. The sky was now fully dark and the clouds began to drizzle out rain. “Maybe I'll reheat that leftover soup.” Ethan utters.

As he watches the bowl of soup spin in the microwave, he suddenly feels dread. The big test! He rolls his eyes and sighs, “I’ll probably fail too…I should study.” BEEP! BEEP! The soup was ready. “Buuut i’ll have this first.”

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Ethan bends over his desk and stairs at his notes. Blah blah blah blah blah! His attention span almost was like a gold-fish. Out of nowhere, the rain opens up hard. The thunder startles him. He grabs his phone off his desk and slouches down to look at it. Scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. ‘Here’s a fun fact– Wanna know how to cook a chicken?– Someone just died– New big trend!–’ As he continued scrolling, the lights suddenly went out. “What the hell?” he shouts, “The rain must have messed with the stupid power…” Instead of investigating more, he bends back down. Scroll, scroll, SNAP! “AHH!” Ethan shouts in pain. The sharp feeling of agony was coming from his back. He fell off his desk chair, making a big thud sound. “What’s happening?” Ethan thinks to himself. He tried to stretch outwards but he began to curl up more and more and more. His heart was throbbing fast. The only ‘words’ he could get out were “ACK” and “AUGH”. Tears began to run down his face. Suddenly his legs, arms, and head extend out. Before he could catch his breath– SNAP! Instead of bending inwards, he was bending backwards. He could feel the bones in his neck bulging out. It felt like it was gonna rip out of his skin. SNAP! SNAP! More of his bones were breaking from the twisting and turning of his body. Suddenly he feels a pull on his leg. His hips pop out from being over extended. He didn’t know how he was still alive, but didn’t want to be. By this point, skin was finally fully torn open and bones were sticking out. Blood gushed like a long river. All of his screams of pain were drowning in the sounds of the rain.                            

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He was laying on the ground, covered in blood. The cartilage in his bones were broken. How long was he lying there stiff in pain? Thirty minutes? A few hours? Couple of days? Ethan didn’t know, but it felt like years. Suddenly, he hears his phone ring. “Hey dude, it's Nala. Are you coming out? I've been like knocking for a few minutes. I’m just gonna keep walking if you don’t get your lazy ass outta here…gonna just let me leave this message? Wake upppp– okay I'm just gonna walk. See ya.”      

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