03-18-2026, 10:20 PM
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i'm alone
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
The stranger looked away and the boy shifted uneasily on his wobbling legs. He wondered what would happen next if they were dead. Was this what the dead did, where they went? A dusty, barren land to wander forever. Would he forever be stuck in this form? Would he grow big and strong or was wobbling and weak his fate? His heart fluttered as he began to spiral with worry, glancing between the creature and whatever was happening in the distance.
The boy began to open his mouth to ask a question, unsure what question, when he was startled by what exactly the shadow man had been looking at. Instinct again told him to run. Gather those unsteady legs, tuck tail, and go. But he did not move, could not move. His orange eyes were locked on the posse of the undead. They maneuvered over the barren land in an unnatural fashion that made his heart pump faster and his breath a bit shaky. He wasn't sure why, but it made him feel...fear? Anxious? Something.
The small boy stumbled back a bit as they grew nearer and stopped along the stranger. They are dead. He stared with wide eyes at the gathering of bones and rotted flesh, mangled remains of things. He kicked a foreleg out before him, looking down at the mostly intact flesh. There were no bones, his knees were scraped but not rotted. The mirrored image he saw in the rippling water did not look like those things.
Suddenly, though, he recalls the way his mother had looked at him. The look on her face and the way she recoiled was the way he felt when he saw what he now knows as death.
He frowned at the memory as the stranger sighed and the dead collapsed in heaps.
As the dead lay there and the eerie voice came again, naming the place Pangea and asserting that they are not dead, he felt no reassurance. His mother had looked at him like he didn't belong. "If I am not dead, and you are not dead, why did you ask if I was dead?" The boy questioned, still staring at the piles of The Dead. "Why did my mom act like that when she saw me?" As if the shadow had been there to see the reaction. Then he moves his gaze from the listless things and back to the shadow creature, "Who are The Ghosts? You said The Ghosts told you I died in the night." It seems to be universal across species that all children are full of questions, reasonable or not.
The boy began to open his mouth to ask a question, unsure what question, when he was startled by what exactly the shadow man had been looking at. Instinct again told him to run. Gather those unsteady legs, tuck tail, and go. But he did not move, could not move. His orange eyes were locked on the posse of the undead. They maneuvered over the barren land in an unnatural fashion that made his heart pump faster and his breath a bit shaky. He wasn't sure why, but it made him feel...fear? Anxious? Something.
The small boy stumbled back a bit as they grew nearer and stopped along the stranger. They are dead. He stared with wide eyes at the gathering of bones and rotted flesh, mangled remains of things. He kicked a foreleg out before him, looking down at the mostly intact flesh. There were no bones, his knees were scraped but not rotted. The mirrored image he saw in the rippling water did not look like those things.
Suddenly, though, he recalls the way his mother had looked at him. The look on her face and the way she recoiled was the way he felt when he saw what he now knows as death.
He frowned at the memory as the stranger sighed and the dead collapsed in heaps.
As the dead lay there and the eerie voice came again, naming the place Pangea and asserting that they are not dead, he felt no reassurance. His mother had looked at him like he didn't belong. "If I am not dead, and you are not dead, why did you ask if I was dead?" The boy questioned, still staring at the piles of The Dead. "Why did my mom act like that when she saw me?" As if the shadow had been there to see the reaction. Then he moves his gaze from the listless things and back to the shadow creature, "Who are The Ghosts? You said The Ghosts told you I died in the night." It seems to be universal across species that all children are full of questions, reasonable or not.
ghoulish
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jamie