Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
He built the boat, piece by piece. It was the exact replica of a boat he knew, a boat sunk to the bottom of the deep sea.
As he fastened the final pieces a story came to life. Two lovers sailing the seas, youngsters loving like only youngsters in love can. Wild and free they were conquering the world.
On the ocean bed something moved.
The lever! It’s stuck!
It’s coming this way! Run!
The two men ran off, leaving the Spin Devil (TM) running at full speed.
Melvin was hanging on to the restraints as the machine went faster. Something was wrong. It shouldn’t be going this fast.
He forced his eyes to look around, his mind to focus. He saw fire. Parts of the roller coaster had fallen down. Screaming people was running around on the ground.
The giant park mascot Baggie came walking out of the fire. It was coming this way.
Ssssshhh my baby, she whispers through tight lips. She knew the giant was there, peering into their hiding place. She could hear him breath, see the light reflected by his green eyes on the walls.
They pressed in between the rocks, tried to disappear.
Don’t make a sound….
Peter crept under the fence, dragging his crutches behind him. Mick was already on his feet, looking down towards the facility further down the hill.
-What do you think is down there? he said.
-I don’t know. I hope we won’t have to run this time, though. I’m not so fast these days.
Peter had broken his leg when he jumped off a container to get out of the old paper factory a month ago. They used to do this, jumping over fences in restricted areas. It had become an obsession.
They walked slowly towards the buildings further down. They could see people moving around, some dressed as scientists, others in guard uniforms. The timing was horrible, with crutches and all, but Mick was always very convincing.
They reached some rows of tube piles giving them shelter, taking them down towards the buildings.
A man came out between the tube rows. (more)
He watched the sea as the waves came in, he loved the white water stream. The sound of movement, the beautiful wind, the seagull’s repeating scream.
He’d seen the storms, the waves like teeth, giant squids and whales. The Kraken he had felt underneath, the oceans he had sailed.
He was a monster. He lived in a hole in the ground. His little hole was humid and dirty, full of fungus and worms, just the way he liked it. He was a monster, lived like a monster, and thought like a monster.
Today he was out walking in the woods. He liked to walk in the woods in the afternoon, when the sun was shining through the treetops, listening to the little birds sing, watching the squirrels play. He liked looking at them. Sometimes he killed one or two, just for fun. He was a monster, after all. He didn’t mean any harm. It just made him happy, that’s all.
He was sneaking up on a little deer when he heard something down on the path. He usually didn’t go down there, but the happy giggling of a little girl caught his attention. She sounded so cute, so sweet. He wanted to share her happiness….
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