Mundus_Hungover_Art for Art's Sake_To Bargain With a Faerie
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Mundus
The rain pelted down onto the vast fields and caused the ground to become slippery, brown sludge. As a consequence, this made the task of toiling much harder for the workers who hammered into these grounds, which belonged to their ruler, the Whore of Babylon, Ulrika. She was the supreme matriarch who governed the Democratic People’s Republic of Mundus.‘Worker 088068-666!’ screamed a voice from the megaphone.Aki, one of the young workers, recognisewww.onedoor.ccd the voice of their ruler. He looked up into the livid night sky before he turned in the direction of Ulrika’s steel dwelling. He glared at the high...
Hungover
He was hungover. That was the human word, hungover. He had never taken a sip of alcohol in his life. Not beer or wine or liquor or whatever other concoction of inebriating drink a human could brew. But he was still hungover because that’s the only feeling it could have been, hungover. A thief had told him once, what “hungover” was. It feels like your skull has been cracked open and a torch was shoved inside. It feels like your feet are hollow and filled with sand. It feels like your throat is about to close and bile is forming at the tip of your tongue. Granted, he had never felt any of these...
Art for Art's Sake
“Dad, what are you doing?” Jilly asked.“That’s it, I’ve had enough,” said her father.“You have, what about the rest of us?”“I took over this shop from my mum, we had a thriving business. Now, its gone, the world has gone mad. I can’t get enough sales to pay for the expenses. Enough.”Jilly snatched the papers her dad had flung to the counter.“The rent has gone up, so what?” she said.“Everything has gone up, except sales.”“Dad, let me run the business. You can retire.”“No.”“Why not?”“You want me to tell you? Okay, look around, can you see a customer? Even someone browsing? No, it has been like ...
To Bargain With a Faerie
“So,” I said tentatively, “what’s the catch?”I sat awkwardly perched on a tall stool by The Upturned Pint’s bar, swizzled round to gaze at the faerie before me. Its alien beauty struck me – I had never seen one in person before, had only ever heard stories of their strange human yet inhuman likeness. This particular one had long, silky hair the color of green apple; its skin a waxy, pale color, like an apple’s flesh; and red lips just a shade too deep to be natural, bold against the drapes of its hair. Little accents of gold leaf adorned itself like forbidden fruit on a tree: most perched dain...