@ewdocparris 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.
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 too big to pass through the window.
But that dimension held tiny gods. We allowed them to escape. Smaller than viruses, they used viruses as hosts.
Gods.
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.
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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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