Mike ascended the stairs, trying to decipher silhouettes through foglights.
He stood in a puddle too deep for his shoes and water seeped through to his toes.
The lights jerked backwards and the car revved forward with its doors open tumultuously blasting through tender flesh and into the cold reservoir
Smoke fills my destiny. What chaos awaits? In this inter dimensional neon grid we call human emotion we can only press forward and hope. We can only distort the grid to propel us forwards and out of peril. We can only hope to remember solutions to problems long ago forgotten.
Looking through the cracks in the door way. Wondering whether they can see me. Wondering what they’re going to do next. Doing my best to make a sound. Hoping that they’ll hear me. Shuffling my toes, trying to disturb some long forgotten artefact. Knowing that I may never rest again.
Fucking with the lilypads but I can’t get them to close to the waterfall. As far as prison cells go this is the cosiest. Steam cleansed pores. Honey and milk caress the skin. The most refreshing relaxing life sentence ever received. What I did, how I got here, eludes me.
Bursts of light escape from the glowing treasure chest.
The adventurer wiped the sweat of her brow and blew the sweat from her upper lip.
“Wow what a total idiot.”
Then suddenly a 50 cal burst created an amazing brain soup
Never attribute to incompetence that which could be generosity
“Excuse me miss, you dropped your purse.”
“That’s not my purse you stupid twat. I will flay you in front of all these people.”
“At last some flagellation, I wasn’t sure how I’d get through next week.”
Minerva winked, smirked and hobbled across the room, where she drew the curtains.
“Hey man, I’m having difficulty putting the thoughts in my head together? Did you have anything to do with this?”
Charles’ arms trembled
“Hey I’m fucking talking to you”
Max went straight ahead and tore the head clean off the cadaver. Tendons flailed. Eyeballs rolled across the floor
The first finger is a happy finger. The second finger is a noisy finger. The third finger is an angry finger. The fourth, a pointless one. The last one is cute. In this regard a hand is like some kind of girl band. You are most likely very lucky, friend.