Other Half

When she looked up from the book she was reading, her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream as she jumped to her feet. It seemed like just a moment had passed since she last checked on him, but her son was sitting in the street, completely oblivious to the large truck bearing down on him.

She sat rooted where she was, partly because of the shock, but also because she knew instinctively that she was unlikely to make it in time. All she could do now was pray.

The driver of the truck had not noticed the toddler. Soon, what used to be a human being would be crushed under his tires.

The boy tottered to his feet at the last moment and halted the truck. He simply reached out and stopped it as he would a toy. His deformed right hand seemed to grow, extending and shattering the windshield of the truck.

She watched in horror as he pulled screaming the driver out of cab and slammed him repeatedly on the blacktop until he stopped moving. That done, he turned away and began to walk towards his mother.

“Don’t come,” she said in a tone that was little more than a whisper.

He was grinning, the missing teeth in his mouth giving him a look that was both innocent and fiendish.

“You’re not my son,” she said aloud, not only to convince herself, but also to reason with the creature making its way towards her. She was sure he could at least understand her.

“Mama,” said her son. He appeared to be struggling, his face alternating between a grin and a look of pain.

She took a step back. He could kill her — he had needed no reason in the case of the driver.

“H-Help…” he said in one of the moments of pain.

“Who are you?” she asked, taking another step back.

“Dark Half,” her son said. His right hand twitched…


  1. Afrobabe says:

    Wow, that was some scarey shit…

    like something Stephen King would come up with….

    thinking of starting a series?

  2. Idemili says:

    I like, I like! Is this a product of the Inn?

    You might want to review the sentence starting with ‘She watched in horror…’

  3. DG says:

    Wow.. that was really scary Azuka – and oh no, ’tis my bedtime! Lol. You are responsible for any nightmares. On a serious note, this is really well-written and intriguing – love the twitching of the right hand at the end. More writing please! Also wanted to remind you that the odes carnival over on my blog is still on – the odes are wonderful so check them out, you’ll also get a chance to vote for your fave at the end of the week.

  4. pixgremlin says:

    very interesting.. then what happens?

  5. DiAmOnD hawk says:

    this is like some Damien stuff right here
    quite grim

    azuka… what else is lurking in there?

  6. Noni.Moss says:

    Interesting … I like the last line.

  7. pink-satin says:

    wow!u do write well

  8. Oracle says:

    Holy Jesus, thatz very scary.
    Azuka where did you get that story?

  9. princesa says:

    I see…a scene from a horror movie…right?!

  10. Keshi says:

    hey Azuka 🙂


  11. uzo says:

    Scary but good…I dont like horror…soooooo

  12. nyemoni says:

    Azuka, you really should write a book you know!

  13. Jem says:

    i was seriously wondering when u were going to be back! hope u are ok

  14. Vera Ezimora says:


    Did you miss me? Of course, you did. Admit it already jo

  15. When are you finishing the story?

  16. Continue please! That was scary, but well written.

  17. Nike says:

    One word…WOW!!!

  18. TheIceQueen says:

    *scratching chin thoughtfully* Like Afro said, this really reminded me of Stephen King’s “Pet Sematary”. Somethign about the child, the truck, the helpless parent and then the child not really being “the” child…hmm

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