thebrownbear
We walked for miles and miles until we finally reached the geyser the old man had told us about. It was large and round and steaming all the way above our heads with a heavy warmth that pushed us away as much as it pulled us into its mouth. I walked closely to its edge and looked down and saw in its face a reflection of myself. I jumped in and forgot how hot a geyser can be. I never came out. How am I writing this?
I had finally gotten the courage to ask Melissa out to a bar in West End this Saturday. Today was the day and the bar looked bad. I went in and ordered the hardest drink I could: the mezcal. She became much more beautiful after that. I on the other hand, a bit more ugly.
The cult gathered around the bonfire waiting for their leader to emerge. This was the largest crowd Gainsville had seen in decades. The master was finally making his appearance after controlling the new land to the West, a successful conquest only thanks to his sheer wit and monstrosity. He made his way out and told his people all would be well. They believed him and they found heaven.