She pressed the gun against his forehead and fired again. She had to be sure. She stood crying, sinking into the jacket she wore. It was his. It still had the smell of coconut hair pomade on the collar. She pressed the gun into the roof of her mouth. She took her eyes off the bite marks on his shoulder and arm. The boat tipped, rotten, bloated hands emerging from the water. A last shot.
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Raaaawr! Zombies and boats! Oh hey, if death out at sea by giant intelligent sharks is your thing, Layne, Alex and I will be Twittering Deep Blue Sea this Saturday at 9 pm UK time. Fancy joining us? Grab a copy on your fave streaming service and hit us up on Twatter.
“Have you ever had any humans go back?” asked Reala.
Yuffie and Fuen shifted uneasily.
“It has happened,” sighed Yuffie. “Sometimes an individual’s reputation is so powerful they never walk up the road.”
Reala nodded. “Anyone I may have heard of?”
“Maybe,” replied Yuffie. “Jack the Ripper. When Edmond Reid came through, he dragged Jack up the road. Even then some of his deeds live on as legends.”
“They linger here,” said Fuen. “Dead, unwanted and past their useful existence.”
“Like a career politician voted out of office,” sighed Jessie.
“So how long do we stay here for?” enquired Reala.
“Until we’re forgotten entirely,” said Yuffie. “I believe I am an embodiment of necromancy.”
“How long have you been here for?” asked Reala.
“Since before humans existed,” sighed Yuffie. “Even some primates have an awareness of death and the afterlife.”
“Have you ever been back?” pondered Reala.
“Occasionally. Necromancy and the craft drift in and out of fashion. Sometimes I have a large following, and the following summons me,” replied Yuffie.
“Some things keep coming round,” said Fuen. “Like that crazy frog ringtone, man buns, platform sandals and scrunchies.”
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Proper divder between text and page bottom links… Better… I think… The bigger header allows me to put the video before text, for those audio inclined. That in turn allows me a longer title and sub-heading which looks silly with all text below. Hey, I can even put in the episode number from the story. Now that’s an interesting (to me) addition.
“This place is between the living world and the afterlife,” said Yuffie.
“I’m not sure I follow,” sighed Reala.
“Across these lands are pathways, and they all lead to the road this bar sits beside,” said Yuffie. “When creatures die they follow the road to whatever lies beyond.”
“Am I dead?” asked Reala.
“Not quite,” sighed Fuen. “When somebody dies their hopes, dreams and opinions sometimes live on for a while. That’s what we are.”
“So I could be an opinion?” asked Reala.
“Doubtful,” replied Jessie. “Ninety-nine percent of opinions go and live in the Desert of Unwanted Thoughts.”
Warning: As the title suggests, this story includes scenes of an alien and naughty nature. If the thought of an aliens willy offends you, pop back tomorrow where the usual tales will resume! 🙂
“Hey there Spider,” said Reala.
“Howdy,” replied Spider. “Might I bother you for a glass of rum?”
“Sure. Hey, look pretty pleased with yourself this morning.”
“Oh I am,” replied Spider. “I had the best night!”
“Oh aye?” prompted Reala. “Come on, details!”
“Well,” started Spider, “my husband and I were wandering through a cornfield when a UFO appeared and hovered above us. A beam of light blinded us, and before we knew it, we were aboard their craft!”
“Good grief!” cried Reala.
“Oh it was OK, they were very friendly,” said Spider. “They had taken us on board because they were swingers you see, and they were looking for new species to swing with. Experimentation and all that.”
“Oh my,” gasped Reala. “Well, what did you do?”
“Well what do you think we did?” grinned Spider.
“You didn’t?” asked Reala.
“We did,” replied Spider. “And don’t look at me like that, you’d be curious too!”
“Well…” said Reala. “Then what?”
“My hubby went off with the alien girl while the alien fella led me to is boudoir,” sighed Spider. “Let me tell you Reala. It was fantastic! He had these suckers at the end of every finger, and the palms of his hands were furry. The sensations that man can cause…”
Reala poured herself a drink. “Go on!”
“Yes, well it was going well until he took his briefs off,” said Spider. “He had a willy, no word of a lie; it was less than one centimetre long.”
“Oh dear,” laughed Reala.
“Hey, it didn’t bother me too much. You see, then he did something most alien,” said Spider. Learning over the bar and adopting a conspiratorial tone of voice. “He started slapping his face. With every slap, his willy girth increased. Seeing my happy surprise, he then started tugging his ears. With every tug, it grew lengthways!”
“Now that’s a party trick,” chuckled Reala.
“Tell me about it!” said Spider. “Well a few more slaps and tugs, and honestly, it was huge! Biggest I’ve ever seen! Then the nookie began…”
Just then, Mr Spider walked into the bar.
“Hey there hun,” said Spider.
“Hullo,” replied Mr Spider. “Have fun with the alien fella last night?”
“Yeah,” grinned Spider. “I was just gossiping to Reala about it. How did your night go?”
“Enjoyable,” said Mr Spider, “but quite odd…”
“How so?” asked Spider.
“Darndest thing ya see,” said Mr Spider. “I can’t figure out why, but she spent most of the night tugging my ears and slapping my face…”
“I think you need a rum sir,” grinned Reala.
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Merry Christmas everyone! Hope Santa paws brings ya presents and not coal.
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