Enrique Landin
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these stories are old and were made hastily, judge away
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Hi Jack!
M I S T I N O U R M I D S T ! It’s ash and rubble that hear the call. M I S T I N O U R M I D S T ! Remnants of a shining city lay scattered and still. All that stands to the eye’s extent are pillars grasping their speakers, they burn with fire on their heads once used to signal direction, they cry.
By Enrique Landin 5 years ago in Fiction
Beanstalk
— System online. — Loading text history. — 15% — Low battery. — A D D I T I O N # 473 -yet despite the sounds of stomping thunder and heavy rainfall beating against my ears, it’s always these damn cuddle bugs in my mind that wake me in the night. God how I’ve wished for this little place to be thicker, nights in a busted tent can only make the outside world sound closer, I hate it. These beings, these creatures, god’s amongst men. We’ve decayed to ants in comparison to them. It’s haunting, such a deconstructive thought to the soul, yet all that ever gets to pass my mind is the sound of sex. sex. sex… It’s been so long since I’ve shared a partner and even then I hadn’t a clue of my actions, neither had she. We’d loved before, but never like this, only now could we truly feel comfortable with someone, god how I’ve missed her. On the off chance anyone ever finds my writings I wouldn’t want to leave you questioning her, she died, a very long time ago. When they had arrived actually, these giants. She had died the same way most did. You know. My dear god the sight of it I can remember clearly, from the clouds in the sky, legs would step down onto our home, shattering our ground like glass. Then, hands all in unison would parts the clouds from above and grab onto us, taking us into the sky with them. I remember the feeling, the same feeling I had held in my youth when I had first lost my religion, I remember thinking to myself, chuckling almost.
By Enrique Landin 5 years ago in Fiction
