SHORT STORIES

Mantheria had a saying: “Don’t go out in the rain.” She had bright red hair so it made sense. One time her hair was so red it even redefined the term in the dictionary. The dictionary people had to call her and politely ask her to tone it down. She did. She respected authority like that.

Thomas the Tombapper loved his new thing. From day one, it was his favorite. It even surpassed his old thing, quite a feat! In order to preserve it, he would often coat it in his own personal flavors so as to ward off predators. It worked. Nobody wanted any of Thomas the Tombapper’s things.

Lightning flashed in the distance and the horizon caught it, echoed it, threw it back into the sky where a terrific nature duel took place. Everyone witnessed these events as if they were sporting matches, which they were if you looked at it from a certain perspective.

Flax Kamra trudged down the worn path, his sword loose at his hip. The Illuvian Forest was a labyrinth of confusing twists and turns. Few champions emerged from the dark abyss of the Illuvian Forest. Its depths remained undiscovered, inhabited by horrors that sat just this side of the imagination. Flax walked to his doom, one step at a time, blinded by the storm in his mind, put there by a woman he would never see again.

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Picture this, if you will: a quiet town. Every house painted a different color of yellow. Some were bright, others were dark. Each house had a family. Each family had a dog. Each dog had a toy. It was a perfect town. Nobody wanted to live there.

The violins picked up in intensity and rushed ahead of the monumental ferocity of the orchestra, the musical equivalent of a derailed train: implacable chaos but undeniably arresting. It was the anthem of another dimension.

She took a picture of herself in the mirror. Clothed in white drapes that evoked a dignity of another age, she smiled shyly. She always wanted to wear this elegant dress but never found the right occasion. She took it off and crawled back into bed.

Four things blew in from the right hand side and started making havoc for everyone. Nobody had any idea where they were now but all of them knew why they had no one in mind. Toxic rain split the skulls of everyone in the front row. Don’t go out in THE RAIN.