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The Underlings Ch 9
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Nerthax turned around slowly towards the direction that was visibly less dark. It took all his effort and strength to do so, like he was being restrained or held back by something. Yet nothing physical held him in check. Despite the difficulty in movement, hope endured, and he managed to mechanically step forward. Every step was an effort, although not painful. Each footstep was exceedingly hard and difficult to make. Every step Nerthax made was accompanied by agonizing and increasing frustration, at his achingly slow progress towards his goal. Nerthax felt like he was stuck in the Underlings finest sticky amber honey. The area in front of him grew less dark, but it was clear to him that there wasn't a bright light ahead. It was more like very diffuse moonlight hitting the back of a dark room. Perhaps one of the moons had recently risen above the horizon. Nerthax enjoyed Sky Lore immensely, but his mind was clouded and weary, so he couldn't re
The Underlings Ch 8
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A sudden chill descended upon Nerthax. But there was no stirring of the damp, musty air, which remained nearly motionless and still. A sense of foreboding crept into the consciousness of Nerthax, one of complete and total despair. It came in completely silent and without making a noise. Nothing in the gloomy space had changed, but Nerthax himself. Nerthax was utterly alone. The stealthy power of this new presence startled and frightened the Voices into complete silence and they withdrew and hid back into the shadows for whence they originated.
This new presence was felt, not seen, smelled, tasted nor heard. It was not a tactile feeling either. It was more a sense of something foreign or alien to Nerthax hovering around him. The sense of being alone was bad enough, but this thing was far, far, far worse. It was a sense of complete and utter futility and pointlessness, that absolutely nothing mattered. That all existence was vain and worthless and fut
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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