Literature

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Mrs Sanderson
The Release

'The Release' - [work in progress]

It Began In An Earlier Time... It began in an earlier time. When the earth burnt red and her heavens were puerile. Where the sun spat firestorms and lightening cracked the darkness. In this maelstrom of chaos lone forces flourished, born unto the brane and nurtured by its madness. Vessels of uncompromising energy and unimaginable malevolence. Harbingers, purveyors of faith, eternal, for whosoever, whatsoever. With them, they brought pestilence and famine, delivering devastation to an unknowing world. Through them, came the light, and the knowledge, and the thinking behind all man.

He Is Not Ready...
"He is not ready. There are problems"
"I say he is Destron. I say let him go"
"We must wait, maybe Rieste can accompany..."
"No, he will go alone. It is his time. This is our way."
"Silence!"
"Enough of this, the date has been set. Fetch him before us. Prepare the ensemble."

An Arm Came Off First... An arm came off first, not perfectly by any means. In fact it took three deep cuts before giving way at the shoulder. Next came the right leg. With all the limbs removed, a heavy blade severed the torso, just below the base ribs. Flesh and organs sloshed onto the enamelled floor. It was dark, possibly night, although an incandescent light filtered into the room, where an old-time band cranked a familiar tune. The young man watched mesmerised, as the macabre carving continued, the shiny axe head flicking back and forth. Who was wielding this deadly weapon and why? Where was this selfless perpetrator? Joe wanted desperately to open his tortured mouth, to shout out loud, tell them to stop. When at last he recognised the hazy figure, it was much too late, and his head rolled off into the hearth, where it sat, spewing dissent over the entire scene.

Sam Pulled Up Her Knickers... Sam pulled up her knickers and went to find Jez. Nightfall was fast approaching and the forest did not welcome her kind easily; she was a city girl.
''Look at this!'' whispered Jez, pulling her to the ground.
''What?''
''Shh, look!'' Jez pointed to the edge of the clearing. A dense, black fog ate its way hungrily through the fern. It groped amongst the foliage, teasing and twisting skywards as if driven by an insane bellow. The mass appeared to have a predetermined ambition and there would be no way to avoid its envelopment. Darkness was heading their way and would be upon them within the minute.

Tommy's Mother... Tommy's mother didn't weep when she realised the horror of her will. Now was not the time for remorse or inadequate lamentation. Instead she screamed, then she raged, and when she could vent no more, spluttered vengefully, as the knife opened up a deep, purple slit in her throat.

At The Centre Of Our Galaxy... At the centre of each galaxy, everything, including light is reduced to a point of singularity. There are many points. They act as a giant grid, moulding the fabric of space and time. Humans observe their outer vortex as black holes, a phenomenon that crush and destroy everything they consume, but these points have a much more faceted function. They are universal energy parameters. They ensure equilibrium and to all but man, they are known as Langolin.

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