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Beside a dusty, smeared window sat a young

  • Beside a dusty, smeared window sat a young man. He sat with his arms crossed, his left ankle resting on his right knee. Something streaking across the night sky caught his eye. It

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  • fell into the sea and the sky became dark again. In the morning the young man was walking on the beach when he came upon the corpse of an astronaut. One side of his face was burnt

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  • and bubbly, he saw when he removed the helmet. He removed the space suit from the corpse and wore it himself. "This should get me girls." Up the beach some girls playing volleyball

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  • had the pull of all kinds of wrong. He felt compelled to approach them, him in his bright white space suit, them in their turquoise bikinis against the red Martian sands. He

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  • glanced at the yellowing atmosphere in his bright white space suit, his face turning a pale shade of green. Maybe Mars wasn't for him. He clutched his pink locket, with purple fury

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  • . It was either this or (as he looked out into the starry atmosphere)...the Black Hole. Deciding to take his chances, he stuffed the pink locket into his pocket & zoomed himself to

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  • alleviate his stress. After that he thought about the whole concept of jewelry while his wife talked about the Andersen's and their mishaps with that idiot dog. That's when he got

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  • Bitten while helping them go through the stuff leftover after a company closed. His helper found some treasures. There were radios, bags of rice, furniture and much more there.

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  • saddened by this, she quickly changed the subject of the story to another one of more spiritual happy. Flowers started forming, blue roses, and tiger lilies from everywhere around

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  • but unfortunately these were Flowers of Evil and poisoned everyone there with their psychic vampirism. When they were done there was no-one left to see their beauty or water them.

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8 Comments

  1. Gibber Sep 01 2016 @ 17:59

    I was in a band named Flowers of Evil. The guitarist went on to earn a Phd in French literature.

  2. earthquakes Sep 01 2016 @ 21:58

    Flowers of Evil is a pretty epic band name, Gibber. I salute you.

  3. Gibber Sep 01 2016 @ 22:25

    Thanks, earthquakes.

  4. lucielucie Sep 02 2016 @ 13:55

    "My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed"

  5. BlastedHeath Sep 03 2016 @ 01:59

    Do you ever wish to say something in appreciation, but think that to say anything might be too much? For me, this is one of those times. Regrets for the verbiage.

  6. BlastedHeath Sep 03 2016 @ 02:07

    "Hathaway and Lewis looked at each other."

  7. earthquakes Sep 03 2016 @ 11:44

    But what does it all mean???

  8. Gibber Sep 04 2016 @ 09:53

    Oh! Ha!

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