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A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."
The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.
He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint scent of metal. Like a cup full of coins. Or a bloodied nose.
"Shit!" A stream of blood ran down his nostrils, over his lip and down his chin. Paul dropped the trousers to the bathroom floor and watched the b
The Kirian Dimension and a Vomit Creature.The vomit jumped off his trousers, and grew to the size of a human. It transformed into a human or was it an animal? It had soft silvery eyes and long blue hair pulled back into a plait. It, for I don't know what else to call it, had the ears of an owl and the tail of a wolf. It had wings like an angel; the only thing normal about it was it had a human face and human arms and legs. "Who and what are you?" Paul asked the creature. It took a step towards Paul and Paul took a step back. For a normal world things are certainly abnormal. Paul thought to himself. He looked at what the creature was wearing. It wore a normal everyday T with a gold dragon on the front and a silver dragon on the back.
"I am Karla, a semi-human from the Kirian Dimension." The creature had a soft silky bell and harp-like voice.
"But you look so different." Paul said.
"Of course I'm different. Allow me to explain. In the Kirian Dimension there are many like me with animal parts and human
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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