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…a cursory exploration of Halloween from Jack's point of view:

 A/N: Written for October 2009 issue of the school magazine, the "Piggybank", before the magazine failed spectacularly.

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I swim in black and muffled sensation…

Bump. Dull soreness. Dull, but being manhandled is never pleasant.

A grinding, likewise muffled, tugs around my crown. Releases. Biting air floods into me from the aperture.

Scrape. Dig. Sharp gnawing, tugging. Pulling out my jewels.

A fiery flare bursts on my front. Then more grinding, more green tugging.

Wiggle-

-Light…

I can see the weedy creature withdrawing, and a hint of dark orange being chucked aside.

Song of forgetting

I hadn't seen her in six years. Six long years in which I had completed my degree, gotten a job, and gambled my inheritance away. Time had not changed her much besides magnifying her beauty ever the more; she was still the same lively, pure spirit. I could see as much even from a distance.

I remember her brilliant smile and bright eyes when we first met, which pulled me into an inescapable vortex. I remember her light voice and her laughter, her witty intellect and girlish innocence.

Nature's Call

The leaves rustle as the wind waves past.
The bees buzz busily.
The hawk screams far away,
The horses flick their tails in the meadows,
The swans inspire "the ugly duckling"...
The sheep bleat in tune as
The snakes hiss.
The grasshopper chirps.
The elephants trumpet somewhere in Africa,
While the foxes yelp, the chickens cluck, the cicadas sing, the...
Dinosaurs- wait, what?
and I...

pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........................

Ah... relief...

0:52

Flash- black; boom, red.
Flash black boom red.
What?
But the coat flaps in the no-wind
and ride over the water,
white feathers diving downup...
but here are they pupils.

Matricide

Summary: Mankind's destruction of the Earth. This one-shot was shortlisted in the WIPS/Culture-HK imprint competition for November 2009.


Splash as I burst out, desperate. Light again. Light. Great heaving coughs- deep rasping gasps- great heaving coughs. Struggling. Hair plastered to my skull like a slimy cap, skin pasty. Drip… Splashdripdripdripdrip- Drip- A vice grabs my neck, forces my head down again-

Dunk! A blur. Flailing… but heavy, compressing. Loudly dull crashing. Thrashing, churning. Pressure in my head, pressure in my chest. Rising. RISING. Stabbing pressure. …Need air! Every instinct fighting. No, there’s no air. My mouth opens involuntarily, and frigid, filthy water rushes in. It fills me horribly, the chill crushing my lungs, my stomach.