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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:31 pm
The transition happens between shutting the door to his home and turning to face the rest of the room. Alois's dog is gone, his furniture is gone, there is only a corpse standing before him. Its deep-set eyes are a sickly green and fixed on Alois's face.
"Will this one do, master," croaks the corpse. "Does it please you."
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:39 pm
When Alois released the knob, he half-turned to walk the seven paces toward his bistro table and chair, where he always sat when he wanted to get positively sloshed to end the day. Instead, he found himself facing a living rendition of a human taxidermy project. Sallow skin, bony protrusions, and a voice that sounded like it rotted for decades past.
„What.“ He mumbled back at it, staring blankly into the bulging eyes.
„I don’t… Was zum Teufel. I think I just died.“
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:47 pm
"It is clever," says the corpse to itself, "it speaks many human tongues, it will do great work for you--" There is a change in the air: a smell of cooking meat, of burnt offerings, of fresh mint. A palpable heaviness sets in, so thick on the tongue that the flavors of the meat are palpable. There's a smoke in the air, too. "Yes, master," says the corpse. It steps forward, the first few steps awkward. Then it moves with grace, sickly green eyes changing in color.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:00 am
Except he didn’t die, and he realized this when the oppressive heat reached out for his face, his hands, his neck. The air grew thin with waning oxygen and he coughed, he coughed to excise the taste of bacon and burning hair and fattened sausage from his mouth. He gagged when the mint struck. Wincing, squinting, he peered forward at the rotten changes taking place before him.
„Like hell I’m doing ‚great work‘ for anyone, you halfassed Romero reject. Get the ******** out of my house. Wherever it is.“ Wherever this is. He waved a hand to dismiss the carrion, but then it was carrion no longer.
Then, it became something interesting.
Ideas were had, and he smiled instead. It was mirthless, true, but it lacked his usual algid demeanor.
„On second thought…“
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:10 am
The corpse is burning now, and it is a corpse no longer. It is a living man, a man on fire, though his flesh didn't seem to melt within the heat. "Children should address their parents with respect, my dear boy," says the burning man. "But do tell me. Your second thought, is it much better than the first?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:44 am
“Can you stop burning in my house? I’m going to be on the front page of the ******** news for moronic arson attempts…“ He coughed again, and rasped for air that didn’t burn his lungs. He found none while the bruning man was in his presence. He tried fanning himself, a pitiful attempt to dispatch the blistering heat. Sheddin his clothes crossed his mind, but cooking his skin did too.
„But I’m pretty certain my father is far from here and certainly not on fire. You’re from Other Ashdown, are you not?“ I’ve never wanted to go skinny dipping so ******** badly as I do right now. „You just shifted from a rotten little corpse thing into a piece of tinder. How did you do that? And what are you doing here?
„What is it you want from me, Toasty?“
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 1:04 am
The burning man nods to himself, colorless eyes fixed on Alois's face. "Yes," he says. "I think this one will do. Vale?"
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