Once upon a time, there was a man.
Try as he might, he could not believe it was happening to him.
It was a Sunday morning and he awoke emaciated,in a pool of blood.
Suddenly, realizing the preceding three sentences had no coherent connectivity between them, the man witnessed the grand illusion around him collapsing, to reveal the desolate wasteland into which he had been cast. He gazed upon the impure surroundings he would come to know quite well--Which while desolate did, on the upside, lack the blood of his previous incarnation.
He saw no road, no path, no footprints, to recommend a direction. Out of the corner of his eye, the lithe figure darted between the boles of the trees. Gaining his composure, the man stood up and walked over, curiosity getting the better of him. The closer he came to the last place he had seen the figure, indecision grew inside of him. Had he actually seen the figure, or was he still dreaming? Lightning flashed and his world dissolved, sucking him deep into a vortex.
Numbing cold was his first sense of the new world. Icicles dripping from his breath. Though something seemed scarcely familiar about this new world. Had he been here before, or was it deja-vu? He rubbed his toes over the purple grass, watched the pink birds cross high over the green sky, he recognized the giant white mountain that lurked behind the blue trees, and he knew that's here he needed to be.
"Hungry Hippo!" exclaims the man, shivering violently, "It's been a splendid journey." He slowly plods across the lavender-tinted landscape, inhaling deeply. As he exhales, the shape-shifting demon woman whom he had just recently observed dashing between trees, leaps onto his vulnerable being. "At last," the man sighs. "I knew you would come for me."
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Created: Jul 20, 2010Document Media