The weekend was coming to an end, it was already late Sunday afternoon. The speed was wearing off but the acid kept kicking in like never before. Colours moving around in chaotic harmony, beautiful and scary all at once. The floor was moving back and forth like on a boat, and the walls seemed to bulge outwards.
Steve was looking at the window curtains. The forms were moving in strange ways. Creatures moving around, doing unexplainable things. One of them kept staring at him. A horned one, like a demon, yet it was a plant as well. And some kind of shoe.
Hey, man. Do you think they can see us?
Er… Who? Jim didn’t take his eyes off the ceiling. Something was going on up there, but Steve didn’t care. He was too occupied with the creatures in the curtain.
Them, man, he said pointing. The… Colours. The… monsters, man. Do you think… Do you… Maybe they can like, see us, man! That’s all I say.
Sure they can. Jim moved his eyes to Steve’s curtain. Maybe they’re the ones that are looking at us, man. Maybe they are the ones tripping.
That’s deep, man. That’s… fucking…
They sat in silence. Steve was trying to figure out the consequences of what Jim just said. He was doubting his own existence. The horned flower shoe was laughing at him in an uncomfortable way.
He was hoping the acid would wear off soon.
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Which begs the question, are you writing from experience or imagination?
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Thank you for stopping by, James. I write fiction, you know how it is.
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No worries. 😉
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Cool story
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Thank you! I’m happy you liked it.
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Found the story, you’re right very different from mine! But I enjoyed it, I felt like I was tripping 😏
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Thank you so much, then I succeeded:)
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Reblogged this on Fictionspawn Monsters and commented:
Christmas and New Years are times for celebration, but it’s usually a good idea to celebrate with moderation. These two might be taking it a bit further than what’s good for them.
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The younger ‘me’ would like to respond but I still have him serving a very stiff sentence! Hey, man! I just wrote a sentence! Or, was that really me? The walls are all mirrors, staring at me! I’d like to go to bed but I don’t know what I would say to him! Hey, man, catch me, I’m reeling! Okay, okay! Sometimes, it just not enough to say – Nice Job!
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Haha! Thanks a lot! Don’t worry about the walls, they’re our friends 😀
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Wow. Our New Years plans suddenly seem very mellow! 😄 LOVE that painting!!! Cheers!
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Thank you! Don’t worry, mellow’s good 😉
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😄
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