Thoughts #27

Man (panting heavily from running): I, I think we’ve lost it.
Woman (same): Oh god, how can we ever out run it? We’re doomed. How could you summon that monster on us?
Man: I had no idea! I mean, it seemed completely harmless. I’m not going to let it hurt you Diane
Woman: Mark! How can you stop it?
(Man kisses woman)
Man: I’ll figure out a way!

(Man turns away from her to go look out the window, when he turns back Zombie Parrot is sitting on Woman’s cracked open skull crunching on a bit of bone)

Parrot: Rawk! Polly wants your brains! Rawk. I’ll figure out a way, rawk!

(Man Screams)

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I stand on a precipice and look down. There is a grassy plain before me and on one side of it I see a town with lights glowing and music drifting from its recesses. On the other side is but a simple hut with a fire glowing. Both offer warmth and promise knowledge of which I otherwise could never claim dominion. And yet I sit, here on my precipice and look out over the choices before me. I simply could not know, where my heart lie. Where my mind lie. Where I lie. And so here I sit, watching as the world opens before me.

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A mirror reflected the light in the back of the ill used room. Moving forward, the young man put a hand up to its shiny surface. Looking into the mirror he saw little at first.  So covered in grime and dirt was the glass that he could not particularly make out his own reflection. Wrapping a sleeve around his hand, he wiped at the mirror until he could make out his own face clearly. He took a moment to look over himself. His beard was coming in again, at least enough that he’d need another shave before too long. He also needed more sleep, the sacks under his eyes clearly beginning to show the weary effects of his search. Shaking his head, his twin in the glass doing likewise, he gave over the self examination for the moment. More important things were afoot in the mirror than a tired, aging, young man.

“Semfuras Malegant Perictus,” his voice was wispy and dry, but it was enough. Runes began to flare to life along the sides of the mirror, and the center glowed with a green crackling energy. By and by a face began to form from the energy. Finally a dull green set of eyes, in a lime green face stared out of the mirror straight into the young man’s own dark brown eyes.

“It has been 74 years since I was last summoned. I wonder, then, what could bring you to do so now. You do not look as old as I last remember you. Have you changed skins?”

“No, just youthened this one, to be honest. My last morsel was… unsatisfying to say the least and now I look for more tender fare. But I don’t really need to tell this to you. So speak up. lead me where I should go.”

“You never send me flowers anymore,” the mirror face tried to make a pouting face, but lacked discernible lips on the gash that served it as a mouth. It settled on a frown before simply closing its eyes. The green orbs disappeared as the gash of its mouth opened wide. The young man lifted the mirror in an effort to peer through the new portal. On the other side he could see a green glade filled with fruit trees.

“Perhaps you mistake my tastes.”

“Look closer, dullard.” The scene in the mouth swung a bit and the young man was looking at a radiant beauty leaned up against an apple tree. She bit into a fruit from her resting tree and stared up at the clouds, almost into the face of the man she could never see.

“Yes, yes that is much better. I believe that shall do quite nicely. Thank you mirror.”

“Then leave me already. I’d just gotten a really good stride of grime collecting going and you’ve gone and thrown me off my timetables.”

The young man chuckled to himself and resettled the mirror. Already he had forgotten it in the excitement of new prey.