a genie lost at sea (311 hits)
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Submitted by <Art> (View user info) at 2006-11-14 10:21:36 EST
"WHO DARES STIR ME FROM MY ETERNAL SLUMBER! COME FORTH AND GIVE HEED" beckoned the creature.
"Whoa buddy, I don't swing that way", shrieked Peter, prepared for fisticuffs with this abomination.
Peter and Sean looked the beast up and down. A balloon-like creature, a silver mane glistening down its back, eyes dark as coal. Either this beast had perfectly black eyes, or light simply could not penetrate his hypnotic gaze.
Peter had recounted the story in his head several times. Free the Genie from the shackles of the lamp and reap rewards unknown to this plain of existence; the unattainable was now attainable. Survival suddenly became an afterthought, as the two men became more obsessed with their wants then their needs.
The Genie seemed to glow with an aura of solemn judgment, as the two seamen retreated to one side of the small beaten down raft. The story of Aladdin was fresh in his mind, the dance numbers, the talking animals, the slore of a Sultan's daughter. These men laughed heartily at their now falsified deities, as true hope literally appeared in a shower of smoke.
Their quiet desperation was replaced by tears of rejoice, as the sea dogs approached the opportunity to fulfill their every carnal desire with zeal and excitement. Their first wish was obvious, even to their greedy, disenfranchised minds.
"Genie, I command that you take us to land"
Silence boomed through eternal isolation, as the soft air blew gently and carefree, almost motionless as the boat rocked ever so slightly. "Nothing is happening", they both thought to themselves. The Genie sat still, he closed his eyes and laughed.
"I don't know who you think you are, but you've just opened Pandora's Box" he echoed throughout the hollowed air.
The sky was soon covered with sharp bolts of lightning, as the lone boat quivered and rocked atop the endless sea. The voyagers, now panic stricken, realize they have made a gross misinterpretation. The Genie laughed as the two were helplessly shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.
The water began to boil as the sea spewed molten rock from inactive volcanoes, sending lava, blood, and dead fish skyrocketing in to the night.
Sean was fetal, praying to a god he didn't even believe in. Peter was busily searching for a blunt object, when he noticed the small perforations overflowing from a box full of paper.
They had been desperately drinking bottle after bottle of brew, until they had found these, and with hope had written countless messages and sealed them in to bottles in hopes of being rescued. Peter thought for a moment, looked down at his wet clothes, and haphazardly stood to his feet.
The Genie was now permitting time to unfold. As god said let their be light, he was right there to turn it off. They were at his mercy.
Peter dove in to the depths of the inferno surrounding the boat and as soon as he stepped down in to the drink, it became cold. The plot thickened. Peter understood. He attempted to wake Sean, but he was temporarily comatose.
With a heart full of Irish pride he took the last few pints of moonshine from a small barrel and came face to face with this hell spawn. The ground began to shake. The dark clouds above parted ways, and divine light immersed their raft.
Suddenly a chimera of sorts sprang from the depths, a floating orb covered in fur, green tentacles flailing, seemed to catch the attention of the savage beast. As the Genie waded his way towards the sea monster, the two watched on in amazement. Then all was black.
Peter woke up the next morning, only to find out that their initial shipment of printer paper to a publishing firm was actually lysergic acid diethylamide, or LSD.
He looked off in to the horizon, and then down at the empty bottles surrounding him. He remembered that in times of desperation his good friend alcohol was always there to bail him out. For now, however, he remain trapped and in need of a plan.
Having dealt with more than enough visceral experience for one day. He proceeds to kick Sean in an attempt to share the new information with his unconscious comrade.
No movement.
He kicked harder this time.
No response.
Sean was cold, still, and as white as the foamy coffin he lay, waiting to be buried.
Peter looked out in all directions, then down at Sean. His hands trembled as he clenched his fists. He cleared his throat.
Peter licked his lips and made a Christmas ham out of Sean. He was now deep in to human flesh, eating cartilage like Thanksgiving. Sean had not a single cell left to call his own. Looking to cleanse himself of the bloodied hands to no avail. With bones picked clean, he reached to the box of perforated sheets of paper, and began to slowly wipe the sweet nectar of life from his grinning lips..
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-11-14 15:10:20 EST (#)
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I BET YOU CAN FART AND YODEL AT THE SAME TIME
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-11-14 11:09:48 EST (#)
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This was one of the stories that had about 3 good ideas in it, but emalgemated to nothing. Sorry dude.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-11-14 10:44:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
har har seamen
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-11-14 10:34:40 EST (#)
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My rape slave brings all the rapes to the yard,
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