A creature towered up in front of her. Its eyes stared down at her with the emptiness of a worm, only existing to devour and reproduce. The fangs of a snake, loaded with poison.
She grabbed a stick on the ground. The monster lifted its head to strike. There was nowhere to run.
So she charged.
She reached the soft body in two steps. Ran up its neck. It struck towards her. She jumped to avoid the poisonous fangs, into the hideous mouth.
It closed around her, sucking her in. Crushing her. No air… (more)
He floated through fire and ice, through pleasure and pain. There were gods. Monsters. Nothing like what he had expected.
He saw something, far ahead in the cosmic mist. Something caught his attention.
He floated closer, wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Light became beauty. Numbness became lust. He saw her now. The image of what he had longed for all his life, now in front of him in death. He wanted her. Needed her.
She towered above him. Close. Too close… (more)
They danced in a clearing in the woods, danced in silence. Seven naked bodies, seven naked souls. Now the oldest … More
-Shut up, man! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t been talking all the fucking time, we would have been back in town with the rest of the group now with beautiful photos of the waterfall.
-So now it’s my fault? You’re the one who… Wait… What’s that?
The two travellers stared in awe. This was far better than any waterfall.
-A monument of a lost civilization. I can’t believe this!
They had been lost in the jungles for days, getting deeper and deeper in the more they tried to get out.
-I think we’ve discovered something totally new man!
The carvings looked like they had been formed by nature itself, but they were too figurative to be a coincidence. Two eyes were staring down on them from above a mouth formed cave entrance.
-What could be in there? I don’t know, but I don’t really like the look on that face…
-You’re such a coward. Come on, let’s go have a look!
“Good afternoon, I’m James Muck, and this is Channel Eight News. Strange reports are coming in from down town today. Our reporter is down there, circling the skies in a helicopter. What’s happening, Michael?”
“There seems to be some kind of infestation down here, James. Some kind of…. blubs lying on top of the buildings!”
“We’re seeing them, Michael. Quite a sight. What are they?”
“I have no idea, but they do not seem like anything of this world… Oh my god…”
“What’s happening down there, Michael?”
“They’re eating the buildings…
… It had no legs, and the arms seemed to be hidden under its cloth. Its face was old, diffuse, like it wasn’t really there. Mock was wondering if it could be eaten, but had a feeling it couldn’t even be killed. Not with his spear, at least.
-Do you know the way out?
The figure seemed to be looking straight through him, like if he wasn’t there.
“The tunnels are all like tar and resin,
Like sailors’ knots and the spider’s spin
The exit is found at the stop of the top
A stone is tossed when gravity’s lost”
It disappeared in thin air, just as it had arrived…