Quieter Things (478 hits)
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Submitted by kaos-king (antius777) (View user info) at 2007-01-04 12:50:00 EST
A 550 word contest for another site with the Titles provided...
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Jeffery Blume sat in the far corner of his barn and felt his flesh stretch out, connecting with with the farming instruments, the hay, and eventually even the horses. The shriek of the animals were piercing, but relatively quick. Soon everything grew calm again and Blume felt his skin weave through out the wooden structure, making it home.
There was a slight but annoying itch where the flesh enveloped the hay. It took a bit of shifting and within moments he had formed thick calluses to protect himself there. A garden rake had sliced a hole in him, but the healing had been almost instant and absolute. This time he sheathed the piece of equipment like a warrior would a sword.
And the horses? Well, they were currently being broken down into amino acids to fuel his endeavor.
Blume sighed, not of exasperation but of pleasure. He had been a simple man, one who had little time for the finer things in life. There had been animals to feed and crops to tend to. All the responsibilities of the farm seemed to belong to another person now, like they were from another life time.
He supposed there was a part of him that mourned for Maggie. He had woken early that day to find he had partially absorbed her during sleep. Half of her torso had lay beside him, twitching and bloody from where he had abandoned the merging. Feeling bad for her sorry state, he had thrown out his flesh and taken the remainder of her. Part of Blume smiled inside at the thought she would always be with him; at least the part that wouldn't nag.
It had been almost a week since he had discovered the the secret in himself. The ease and comfort he had always longed for had always been inside him. So many things that he had considered important all of a sudden no longer mattered. He thought about what it was he really wanted as he digested the horses, decided upon his course of action.
It was all about simplicity for Blume. The quieter things. He no longer had such mundane concerns as finding food, shelter, clothing or even pleasure. His new flesh provided him with everything he needed. Pulling his skin back to his bones, he thought about a nest somewhere deep in the woods, perhaps a small cave that could be used to lure in animals.
As Jeffery Blume walked off into the forrest, his naked skin slick and hairless, he did not turn back to watch the fire consume his old barn.
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Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2007-01-05 07:47:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
a 2+ for creeping me out to the point I didnt read all of this. Well done sir! You are the first.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-01-05 01:49:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2007-01-04 17:14:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-01-04 14:26:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It just popped into my head. :)
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2007-01-04 14:02:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-01-04 13:40:28 (#)
Ranking: 2
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HAhahahahahahahahaaaaaa *choke*
Even better...
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-01-04 13:40:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Jeffrey Wellman sat in the far corner of his room and felt his arm stretch out, connecting with with the computer instruments, the mouse, and eventually even the keyboard. The shriek of the alters were piercing, but relatively quick. Soon everything grew calm again and Jeffrey felt his presence weave through out the chaotic website, calling it home.
There was a slight but annoying rash where his hand enveloped the mouse. It took a bit of scratching and within moments he had formed thick marks that banished his pain. A bad rating had pierced a hole in his heart, but the revenge had been almost instant and absolute. This time he wielded his two dimensional figures like a warrior would a sword.
And the alters? Well, they were currently being captured via DoS attacks for inclusion in his army.
Electro sighed, not of exasperation but of pleasure. He was a simple man, one who had little time for the finer things in life. There had been chockomut ice cream cones to eat and games to tend to. All the responsibilities of Ubersite seemed to belong to another person now, like they were from another IP web address.
He supposed there was a part of him that mourned for JewToast. He had woken early that day to find that he had been brutally attacked during sleep. Half of his posts had lain in utter ruin, twitching and bloody from the electronic beating. Feeling bad for his sorry state, he had lashed back in fury and left Uber for a time. Part of Jeffrey smiled inside at the thought he would always be with them; at least the part that wouldn't die.
It had been almost a week since he had discovered the secret in himself. The ease and comfort he had always longed for had always been inside him. So many things that he had considered important all of a sudden no longer mattered. He thought about what it was he really wanted as he digested the front page, decided upon his course of action.
It was all about simplicity for Wellman. The quieter things. He no longer had such mundane concerns as finding food, shelter, flowered shirts or even intarweb pleasure. His new identity provided him with everything he needed. Adding his credibility back to his persona, he thought about an emu somewhere deep in the outback, perhaps a small bird that could be used to lure in rabbits.
As UnderOathMeal walked off into the binary void, his unprotected network slick and defenseless, he did not turn back to watch the chaos consume his old identity.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-01-04 13:29:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The part about the cave at the end made me think he could almost be the creature here: http://www.ubersite.com/m/88378
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2007-01-04 13:27:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
hate the use of "farming instruments"...i'm an implement kind of guy
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-01-04 12:54:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh, very cool idea.
Now I can't help but ask..is he related to Judy?