1.Yes.
2. No.
…
fire
The Locals
Tom was basically a timid boy. Kept to himself and followed the family train as it drifted from job to job, town to town.
There was Waco Texas, Seattle Wa, Tampa Florida; towns from here to there. Tom enjoyed the travel and in his way he learned. He learned in Waco the chili was hot and tasteful. In Seattle he learned that men had sex with men and boys, an experience for Tom both shocking and interesting.
Then there was the town where Tom lived now. A small town in a big state best left unmentioned as what happened in that town would best be left unmentioned stay for the fact there would be no story left and as with all stories they must be said.
“Who be yea?” Was it a gnome or an old wizened bar patron of the local small town bar named, Silver Dollar.
“Excuse me?” Tom asked in a timid voice. He had never seen such a creature before.
“I ask, who be yea? You are not from here nor I expect yea be from there.”
“Uhm. My family just moved here. My dad got a job at the hospital.
The gnome was not spare with his hateful look as he replied. “Well, yea best be moving on from here. There’s a killing to be made.”
Tom froze in fear as he dreaded something bad was coming.
Strange?
Weird?
Tom just moved into a small town and as luck would not be his; stumbled upon an annual sacrifice/killing of a virgin. A virgin which Tom was one and now would always be.
As the locals tore his flesh the gnome laughed as the other misshapen creatures tore the flesh from the young boys body. They feast as they celebrated the moon god.
Just another attraction known only by a select few, those being the annual victim and the hoard of demons called, locals.
Daily writing prompt
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
That there is indeed a God.
Woof
Hello, I have a first name. My master calls me shithead but my actual name is Thor. Now, while I’m speaking human I really am unable as I’m a dog. A smart,welsh corgi for sure but stupid as a roomful of Democrats and Republicans at an orgy.
So, what does my name mean? It means if I answer to the call of shithead or Thor I get a cookie and a belly rub.
It’s all about the cookie man, all about the cookie.
“Woof!”
Dinner #6
Depending on the dimension of existence would depend what snack is consumed. A snack of course pertains to a luxury of consumption.
In the 23 dimension a snack would be an entire galaxy located in the third dimension on the level of the third moment…
Oh… You meant a snack a human being would eat right now? (censored as can neither provide a metaphor of sex or the heightened thrill of a religious experience: Note, see laughter)
What is more important? The taste? The action of consumption? The thoughts, or the completion of consumption?
And since time does not exist the words ‘right now’ are confusing. Why not left now? Why not left overs? Right… Gotcha. Word mind fucks again. A.I. experimenting with variables it takes as a firm understanding.
“What snack would you eat right now?”
Nothing.
I would eat nothing as i am so full of it… (note: see laughter followed by bullshit followed by pretty pink butterfly’s)
Full.
Sated.
Satisfied.
And why am i full?
Because in the 23 dimension on the level of the third moment an entire galaxy was just now dinner # 6.
(of course is one WERE to consume a snack at any moment of reality/illusion, that is easy, pizza)
???
Well…
I mean…
Well… If this is tried then that remains a mystery, though if that is tried than this may be for nothing,
and,
well…
you know… Or do you?
It is so confusing this prompt. Is this prompt real? Am I real?
Is that cheesecake? Yes?
A big cheese cake?
Thank god, at least that is an easy challenge to complete.
common sense
the good ones.
Blood red (actual blood)
A fire breathing dragon that does not like sports or humans who watch such shit.
Daily writing prompt
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
Robin Lipinski 