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Walking through the high grass, I made my way to the edge of the green hedged forest. Massive and intimidating, the straight trees seemed to stretch on forever. Gold light playing through them from sunrise... casting abnormal and oblong shadows through its suffocating depths.

The fog rolled and swirled occultly around each step I planted, as I attempted to invade its thick dominion. Though only being fog, it felt like quicksand, slowly impeding and pulling me down.
As I contemplated it's swamping effects I became ominously aware of a bare circle on the forest floor.An unorganic area that this lethargic foe seemed unable to invade. As if against a barrier the gloom created a perfect circle. My destination at last... where my friend,the demon, sleeps.

"Demon friend! I've come to speak to you!" I shouted.

The fog turned to mist, and seemed to flee from the circle in quivering waves, until a grotesque claw ripped up out of the soil. The wretched ally of mine emerged from the earth one appendage at a time. First, the claw... attached to a bony slithering arm with unhuman joints. Then his head, peering out with large black voided eyes and a thin, long, jaw. His hair was black and scraggled, hanging in knots all the way down his bony, unnaturally curvy spine. Finally ending at a set of abymal joins in his legs. Just above the bottom of a torn, black robe. The clung to his otherworldly skeleton just barely.

My companion peered into my soul, and spoke smooth whispered words.

"Straaaannnger, years and years too long."
He then took his dead stare away from me and examined the morning light.

Typical, he spoke minimally and only seemed to say the most important words.

"Sargantas, why do you sleep? Whatever happened to, no rest for the wicked?"

The demon glared at me once more, no rest for the wicked was something Sargantas always used to say. He would assist me, and stay with me all through the night. Fighting the crusaders. When I too, was a demon.

"I've come for the promise." I spoke. Savouring those unused words of which I waited so many centuries to breathe.

My demon cocked his head and blinked those big dark eyes. I stared back into the abyss. It is true that if you stare into it long enough it stares into you.

My legs felt heavy, and the blood in my veins seem to quiver. I felt so sleepy. Then I was watching (my) body. Though big dark eyes, as it wondered and dissapeared in the morning fog.

...and the ground hungrilly soaked up my new disturbing personage. AS my demon walked away in my body. The conditions of our deal complete.

Four hundred years for me, four hundred years for you.

goodnight
where upon I stopped still.
and touched a hand to cold water.

running the water through my hair.
feeling its wakefullness frigidly dancing down my face
and dripping off my eyebrows
running down my beard

remembering the frozen vistas,
that I could once see all around.

long forgotten, soothing passions.
of darkness and strange imagination

awakening.

a pulsing heart under dead flesh.
soul still inside.

they walk.

they see.

(and conclude)


I am just a man.
standing by a river
playing in the water

wasting time
A Somalian crew of Independent Marine Larceny Technicians sought to file an international lawsuit Thursday against Matanza High School in North Palm Coast, FL. In a scathing open letter, the groups leader Bilian Jewari stated "the use of the word -pirates- is offensive and ignorant to our profession, moreover, Matanza High School's continued tradition of presenting Independent Marine Larceny Technicians as vicious criminals defaces the hard work of thousands of Somali sailors and gun tradesman.

In a media video conference with Bilian and his coworkers, Bilian also stated "It is also very offensive to represent all Independent Marine Larceny Technicians as older white Europeans with long scraggly beards and eye-patches." His other associates fired AK47's wildly in the air in approval.

The United States Law Office could not be reached for comment.

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Alastor Octo
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I write.

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Favourite style of art: Surreal, Terror

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Etherealopolis Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014
Keegan!  Yeah!  Love from all of us here!

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Hello! :wave:

On behalf of #SixWordStories, I would just like to welcome you to the Group!

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VincentBalbastre Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2012
Thanks again friend!
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VincentBalbastre Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2012
Thanks friend! love your style, reminds me of Edgar Allan Poe!
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