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Liars go to Paradise? - Halloween SpecialThe Horrors of Uzadob Swamp?
Paradise is full of what one could describe as "unholy creatures." e.g. My first encounter with a furapintairow taught me that pink eyes do not a friendly creature make, nor does a round, furry body always promote warm fuzzies. In fact, fur is a really good way to conceal a deadly weapon, like sharp, pointy, venomous teeth. As for bendy tails with fluffy ends...I'm waiting for the fatality hidden there to reveal itself. In short, I've learned on a very personal level not to judge a book by its cover.
But nothing prepared me for the horrors of Uzadob swamp.
For those who don't know me very well, I'm Key, prophesied savior of a crazy world called Paradise. I didn't grow up here, but was pushed by a kindly classmate into a magical puddle and sent as a result to be drowned, maimed, humiliated, worshiped and even killed for the sake of a variety of sadistic jerks who treated me like a servant at best, and a pack a
Vortex and the Prince of Mars: Part .011
The Martian rescues a spider.
Marchariathinshahren had it on dubious authority that what set Earth apart from other worlds was its diversity.
"Mountains, prairies, forests, jungles and icebergs, all on the same sphere," his Earth-obsessed English-language tutor said with a sigh one day. The prince had to fight the urge to throw his pencil at the man's eye. Had he no pride in his own planet?
But even Marchariathinshahren had to admit there was something different about Earth, something...lovely? Mars was full of jungles, wild beasts, dangerous waters, a beautiful ruby sky. Earth was blue and green, soft and vibrant. And quiet. Where the beasts screamed in Martian jungles, here in the forest they chirped and twittered. Tag was ecstatic; Marchariathinshahren could feel the emotion oozing like goo from his protector as they followed a narrow trail in single-file. Vortex led the way to Meadow Lake, with Vey just behind him an
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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