Specimen 313: A Short Story

Specimen 313: A Short Story

by Jeff Strand

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ISBN-13: 9781429962421
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/17/2011
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 32
Sales rank: 126,350
File size: 616 KB

About the Author

Jeff Strand is a two-time finalist for the Bram Stoker Award.


Jeff Strand is a two-time finalist for the Bram Stoker Award. He is the author of the short story "Specimen 313" in the book The Monster's Corner, and he is author of books including Dweller, Pressure and Wolf Hunt.

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SPECIMEN 313 (Begin Reading)Specimen 313

by Jeff Strand

MAX, WHOSE REAL NAME WAS SPECIMEN 278, tried to be happy as he digested the arm. It had been a delicious meal for sure (he didn’t get to eat humans very often, so it was always a special treat), but he felt somehow unsatisfied. Not hungry, necessarily, just sort of… unfulfilled.

He shifted in his dirt a bit. Almost watering time. Maybe that was the problem—his soil was too dry, and it was keeping him from enjoying his dinner.

Could be.

Probably not.

He’d actually felt this way for the past couple of days. Kind of bored. Kind of sad. There were plenty of things going on in the green house laboratory for him to watch, including a minor rampage by Specimen 201 that ended with the unfortunate plant being clipped to shreds with a pair of garden shears, but none of them captured his interest the way they had in the past.

He wished he had a means to communicate with humans. It would be nice to be able to ask Dr. Prethorius about why he might be feeling this way. He hoped he wasn’t sick.

Dr. Prethorius certainly wasn’t down in the dumps. The scientist had let out his usual high-pitched cackle when Max’s powerful leaves slammed shut over the vagrant’s arm, severing it at the shoulder, and he’d laughed so hard that tears flowed down his cheeks as he used a shovel to deliver more blows to the head than were probably necessary.

“One for you, and one for you, and one for you,” he’d said, tossing pieces of the vagrant to the hungry plants. “And one for you, and one for me… no, just kidding… and one for you.”

Max had been very proud at that moment. After all, most of the specimens couldn’t even bite off a finger, much less an entire arm. Of the last five hobos who’d perished in the greenhouse, Dr. Prethorius had seen fit to lure three of them to Max’s area. Max wasn’t the biggest plant in the lab—in fact, he wasn’t even the biggest of the gene-spliced Venus flytraps—but he was the deadliest.

Normally that made him feel great.

Not now.

If he could have let out a deep, sad sigh, he would have. But he couldn’t. All he could do was wait and hope that he’d feel better soon.

 

Transplant day… ?

There was no more frightening sight in the green house than Dr. Prethorius picking up the large shovel that rested against the far wall. Sometimes it simply meant that a plant was being moved to a new spot, but more often it meant that a particular experiment was over.

“Hello, hello,” said the doctor, walking straight toward Max. His eyes were red and glassy, but he wore his usual smile. “Need to get a bigger green house, yes I do. Hate to see plants go to waste. But, try as I might, I can’t seem to make a tree that grows money!”

He laughed at his joke, which he’d used before, and then regarded Specimen 47, Charlie, who had been planted to Max’s right for as long as he could remember. Charlie was noncarnivorous and covered with pretty red and yellow flowers, and was always pleasant if not particularly fascinating.

Max’s leaves stiffened as Dr. Prethorius plunged the shovel into the dirt.

“Time to go, time to go,” said the doctor in a singsong voice. “Out with the old, in with the new, it’s good for me, too bad for you.”

Max watched in horror as the doctor scooped out shovelful after shovelful of dirt. He hadn’t forgotten what had happened to Specimen 159, who’d been dug up and discarded—thrown into a corner. It took the plant several agonizing days to dry up and starve to death.

After a few minutes of work, the doctor wrapped his arms around Charlie and pulled him out by the roots. He dragged the plant away, leaving a trail of red and yellow flowers.

Poor Charlie.

Max tried to use this to make himself feel better. After all, he was unhappy, but at least he was still firmly planted in the dirt.

It didn’t work. He was sadder than ever.

 

When Max uncurled his leaves upon the morning light, he had a new neighbor. Another Venus flytrap. The new plant was a darker shade of green than Max, and about a foot shorter, with leaves that were narrower.

Max was surprised. Usually the new plants were bigger than the old ones. What made her so special?

Oh. That was it. His new neighbor was a “she.”

Max’s mood suddenly improved. He twitched his front leaves. Hello, there.

Hi.

I’m Max.

I think I’m Specimen 313.

Glad to meet you. You’ll like it here.

I don’t think I will.

It’s really not that bad. Once you get used to it you’ll be fine, I promise.

I don’t feel like talking now, if that’s okay.

Max stopped twitching his leaves. He didn’t blame her. The green house was not as comfortable as the garden where he’d grown up (had she grown up there, too?). There he got to be outside and see the real sun instead of just light through the ceiling, and he got to feel a breeze sometimes, and though he couldn’t actually go anyplace else, he felt like he could leave if he wanted.

So if Specimen 313 had been in the garden yesterday and was moved to the green house today, he completely understood if she didn’t want to talk. That was fine. He’d just wait for something to happen, like he always did.

About an hour later, Dr. Prethorius walked over with his plastic watering can. The green house had an automated sprinkler system, but the doctor still used the watering can every once in a while. “Hello, Jenny,” he said as he watered her. “Are you adjusting to your new home? I have a guest waiting to see you, but I wanted to make sure you hadn’t fallen over first!” He giggled. “I’ll be right back, so don’t go anywhere.”

The doctor left.

I don’t want to be here, said Jenny.

You’ll learn to like it.

No. I won’t.

She didn’t say anything else. When the doctor returned, he was with an old man who had a thick beard and a dirty jacket. The old man looked around at the other plants, mouth slightly ajar, and almost tripped over a hose.

“Careful, now. Careful,” said the doctor. He gestured to Jenny. “And here it is. The prize of my collection. Specimen 313.”

The old man wiped his nose on his sleeve. “That’s a pretty big plant.”

“Indeed it is.”

“That one of those fly-eating ones? Those trap ones? You know, that…” He moved his hands together in a trap-closing movement.

“Again you are correct. How does somebody with your level of intellect end up living out of a cardboard box?”

The old man lowered his eyes. “Bad luck, I guess.”

“I certainly hope you weren’t naughty with the crack cocaine. So do you like my plant?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of neat. Did I look at it long enough? Do I get my twenty bucks now?”

Max realized that he was not jealous at all that Jenny was going to get to eat the old man. Normally he was a little bit jealous—not a lot, just a bit—but with Jenny, he only hoped that it would make her feel better. When she had chunks of that old man digesting inside of her, she’d know that this was a welcoming place.

“Almost, almost, not quite yet,” said Dr. Prethorius. “Just a couple more minutes. It took a great deal of cross-breeding to create such an impressive specimen, and I want to make sure you take in the details.”

“So… why me?” asked the old man. “I ain’t got no appreciation for plants. Shouldn’t you have those people from that Nobel Prize thing here?”

“They don’t appreciate true invention. Those cowards are just as likely to contact the authorities as they are to bestow a prize. That’s why I need you. Somebody simpler of mind. Somebody who makes a good… fly.”

Jenny suddenly bent forward, leaves wide open. The old man let out a quick shriek that was cut off as her leaves closed over the top half of his body with a loud crunch.

Max had never seen anything like that!

The old man’s legs and waist dropped to the ground. Some blood trickled from between Jenny’s leaves as she… was she actually chewing?

Incredible.

Dr. Prethorius squealed with laughter and danced in a merry circle. “It worked! It worked! I never imagined that it could work so well!”

Jenny opened up her leaves, revealing a skull and rib cage, then bent down and gobbled up the lower half of the man’s body.

Dr. Prethorius laughed even louder. “Shoes and all! She ate him shoes and all! They all ridiculed me, but now it is I who will be administering the ridicule! And she hasn’t even displayed her full potential! We’ll see who’s not a genius!”

He laughed for a while longer and then left.

Max twitched his leaves. How was he?

Not bad. His beard was awful. It tasted like smoke.

I liked the way you did that.

Thank you. Jenny seemed genuinely pleased.

Had you planned to do it exactly when the doctor told him he needed somebody who made a good fly?

I didn’t know what the doctor was going to say. It just felt like the right moment.

It was.

Thank you.

Had you ever eaten any humans before?

Not whole.

So never live ones?

Oh, I’ve eaten them alive. The doctor removed somebody’s arms and legs and fed me his torso.

Nice.

He screamed a lot.

That’s understandable.

Want to hear something weird?

Of course.

The doctor looked around to make sure nobody was watching—I guess we don’t count—and then he bit off one of the toes.

Seriously?

Yeah. He spat it out quickly, though.

He must not appreciate the finer things in life.

Hey, Max?

Yes?

Thanks for being nice to me.

No problem.

SPECIMEN 313


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Specimen 313: A Short Story 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 54 reviews.
rodredux More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this brief horror tale. It was unique and strangely endearing.
bpyle1313 More than 1 year ago
Different from the books I normally tend to read, but I enjoyed the story. It is written from the view of a carnivorous plant. Held my attention and I look am looking forward to reading the complete collection of short stories. Definitely recommend to anyone who enjoys a quick read along the lines of horror and sci-fi.
Carol Greene More than 1 year ago
Creeoy, twisted little read, Sick in a good way,,,,it worked,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enoyed this short story! It's very well written. The story covers so much ground in just a few pages. The story is told from the point of view of Specimen 313. I enjoyed figuring out what Specimen 313 was in the beginning.
224perweek More than 1 year ago
Not one of Jeff Strands best pieces of work. It was only worth the 17 pages it was written on. Sorry Jeff.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A good twist on the mad doctor type story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What the f---k did i just read?
StarGazer2 More than 1 year ago
Little Shop of Horror Specimen 313 is Jeff Strand’s twist on the classic Little Shop of Horror. It is a short read with plenty of emotion and depth. A real treat to read.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hortible writing, plot, and characters. A very interesting idea ruined by high school level writing.
MishD13 More than 1 year ago
Its an interesting premise. Think about the movie A Little Shop Of Horrors being told from the perspective of the plant. I like it well enough I just wish it was flushed out more.
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A very good read
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I enjoyed this story very much, kind of funny really.
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Captured my interest from the beginning...sort tho...
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CJMartin More than 1 year ago
A bit short on plot, but that's my only complaint about this otherwise well-crafted tale. A good mix of gore and humor, irony and hyperbole, makes for a rollicking ride, rather more like a short rollercoaster at the county fair than a longer (and safer) ride at Six Flags. In other words, it'll take your breath away and leave you running back to the front for another go. I have a particular affection for alternative monsters, especially those involving modern biotechnology, so this tickled that fancy. Max (Specimen 278) is a meat-eating plant with a taste for human flesh. A bit anthropomorphic, but still enjoyable. His creator, Prethorius, is both abhorrant and (strangely) sympathetic, rather like Rick Moranis in Little Shop of Horrors and Gene Wilder's Young Doctor Frankenstein.
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It's an ok short story. At 13 pages in made a very quick read but gives you a taste of what the author has to offer, I like it enough that I'll look into his other works.
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