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It was almost noon and he had been working on the crops since sunrise. The heat was tearing right through his worn thin t-shirt, like putting a piece of paper to a flame. He threw his shovel down “I need a break” he thought, and went back into the house. As soon as he entered, his young supple wife demanded that he go into the village to acquire some medicine. Off he went no questions asked, it had almost become routine for him. So many years of working so hard, and it still seems like he has gotten nowhere in life.
One mile, just one mile he has to walk to get into the town. While walking he realizes that the sky is not its usual peaceful tint. It is more of a florescent green color. And it gets darker as he gets closer to the central area of the village. Screams of terror of which he has never once in his life heard come ripping through the green sky. He runs the rest of the way into the village. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to encounter at the main center of the village.
There floating above the village was a Keres. And there laying all over the ground were the villagers or what was left of them. He backed up and hid behind a wooden crate. There he saw what was causing the green skies, it was the gases releasing from the Keres’s anus. She flew closer to him and stared him down. At that moment he realized that there was a spear laying on the ground not more than 20 feet away from. He thought of all the cruel things this life had thrown at him. And here he was now staring down an actual Keres.
He then realized that he truly had nothing to lose even his life was a burden to him. So he bolted at the spear not even paying attention to the Keres. There it was just inches from his hand, he could already imagine to cold steel of the spear in his hand. And right when he thought he had it, he tripped on a stone. He closed his eyes and held his breath, but there was nothing. He opened them and there standing over him was the creature almost with a look of shock from the fact that he actually made an attempt at the spear. She then slowly squatted over him and released her ungodly stench from her bowels. The green gas began to burn his skin, he wished for the burn from the sun instead.
He knew that he had now lost this small battle with this giant creature; her stench had been too much for him to go on. He was somewhat proud of himself for at least making an attempt at fighting back. So he closed his eyes and made his peace. She reached down and lifted him up, it was time for her to rip him apart and drink his blood. And so she did.
Piece of Dust
Only a single piece of dust lies here. Alone and curious if anyone will rip off the roof of his tiny room and show it that there is life still living in the outside world. No breeze, no nothing, just darkness and the occasional shake from someone interested in removing the roof from its home. But in the end they all just walk away in search of something that all creatures search for, and that is the meaning of life. For this small piece of dust all it knows of life are these four walls, and roof over its head. On an average yet not so average day something occurred to our little friend. It felt the presence of someone on the outside world eyeing his home. A few years went by and every morning it awoke with the idea that it would be held by someone and set free. But it wasn’t till finally that the piece of dust forgot of this bizarre sense that something finally did occur. His home began to take flight and it could feel the walls give in slightly and pushed inwards. The walls released warmth that it hadn’t felt since the day it was created. Similar to the feeling of being held by your mother when you are a baby or when you fall down in life and someone gives you a shoulder to cry on. The feeling was a sense of comfort and with that being said the small piece of dust let go of all other thoughts and soaked in this comfort till it felt itself at peace. Gradually it began to regain consciousness and before it could allow any other thought of happiness into its universe, there was nothing, then a small breeze, and then there was light…
- Mood:
bitchy - Music:just sportscenter in the background!
He couldn’t stop wondering how difficult this “move” would be. It was hell. 3 giant reddish leather creatures that did not want to leave their home. “My God!” The struggles of movement and the battles that took place were those of legend. The disgruntled leather creature took bite of his finger right from the get go, but luckily the gods did not allow the creature to have what it wanted, for this night belonged to him. Our hero struck once again finally stunning the beast. They moved its body onward, down the steep slopes of the windy mountains. They were assisted by a young bearded man that was known to be fearless in battle and had made large steps away from a sober life.
Many smaller battles raged for hours as the sun dove back into the seas and the moon erupted from its slumber. The sharp breeze sliced its way through the branches of the forest and finding its way into our hero’s lungs. But this did not slow him down, for he knew that the bodies of these creatures would need to find a new resting place. The cold made his finger scream in almost agony from the confrontation earlier in the evening. Our hero’s bones are not like what they used to be, he has seen many moons and many battles. Perhaps one day he will rest with his Queen. But till then we continue.
Our hero and his comrade made it to a large orange carriage that they used to transport the creatures to their new burial ground. The first destination was that of the bearded man that helped in the first battle. Any easy transaction brought from a sign of gratitude for his strong fearless hands. Second was to a smaller group of villagers that needed the creatures for food and warmth. The winter had been bad for them and the world was not happy in its current state. But as they attempted to leave these humble villagers a giant green bush like creature attacked their carriage. Our hero without fear of death confronted the creature and began to submerge himself into the creature to do battle. As if fully knowledgeable of his competition our hero went directly for the bush creature’s face and tore it from the creatures now lifeless corpse.
“Onward!” He yelled to the minion and they were off.
He finally made it home and found comfort in speaking with his Queen and talked of better days where to vast brutal world in which they lived would one day be free of turmoil. But that itself is a feet that no hero but one can accomplish.
- Mood:
amused
- Mood: chipper
THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING MMA EVENTS TO BE HELD HERE IN CALIFORNIA. ALSO THANK YOU FOR BEING IN SOME OF THE GREATEST FILMS OF ALL TIME!
- Mood:
anxious - Music:gravenhurst- wintermoon
- Mood:
weird - Music:aborted-the gangrenous epitaph
- Mood:
restless
oh yeah did i mention that i have no idea what the hell is going on.
- Mood: lonely
- Music:neutral milk hotel- i love how you love me
