Bookworms

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Their hands had eyes. Big, black, and dripping. Dripping with ink. Fresh. Ink.

I walked into the local bookstore to buy a copy of Alexandra Bracken’s new book, Never Fade.

First, I noticed that the bookstore was packed. Way more populous than usual. Then, that everyone in the store was still.

Like time had frozen; It had not. Everyone’s attention was glued to their books.

At first I thought: wow! This is great everyone is reading.

Then I realized that everyone was reading the same old, brown, leather-bound, book. With a language on the cover that I did not know. That language. Unknowable.

Everyone’s hands began dripping. This black liquid staining the floor. Ink. Fresh. Ink.

Like any rational human being, I did not panic. I did not panick even when the chanting through the intercom started. I did not panic because, as everyone knows, death is just a myth. A clever fib created by our clever ancestors to scare us. To trick us into spending our time wisely. To scare us into making the right decisions. Our very wise ancestors who had our best interests in mind. you will be missed.

Let us all take a moment to remember our ansestors; whose enchantments and sacrifices to the Great Orb couldn’t save them from the unknowable forces that swept them away from us.

After I reminded myself that death was just a myth, I found a copy of Never Fade by Alexandra Bracken and took it to the check out station. There was one cashier there who had just clocked in. He wasn’t reading the big, brown, leather-bound book. The book with that language, the unknowable language, on the brown and leather cover. He also didn’t have the large black eye on his palm that everyone else had. The throbbing black eye which poured black ink on to the floor. So I decided to check out with him instead of bothering the other cashiers.

When I’d purchased my book he groaned a farewell and picked up a copy of the old, brown, leather-bound book. He then opened the book and a long and black, slimy worm jumped into his mouth, and a big, black eye appeared on his palm.

I left that little bookstore in awe. I couldn’t believe I’d finally gotten my hands on Alexadra Bracken’s new book Never Fade, and I can’t wait to read it.

Today’s Quote of the Day is:

“Look up a the sky. Don’t worry about a thing. Oh, that screaming? It’s nothing. No one is being violently murdered. People with murderous apetites don’t exist silly. Shhh.” – Randy Ortiz

Thanks for reading.

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The Fog

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Today, I was at the supermarket buying groceries for me and my cat, Mr. Cottonfoot. When out of nowhere this woman rams her shopping cart into mine. I was all like: “Are you okay?” Checking up on her. You know, being the total gentleman that I totally am, and she just starts cursing at me (some people are just sooo rude). Then she just stops after a few seconds. She kind of does this half glance thing over her shoulder and just runs off screaming at the top of her lungs. She even left her shopping cart and everything.

Some people are just in so much of a hurry that they can’t even stop to appreciate the simpler things in life: like birds, or clouds, or when you accidently cut your finger and beautiful, scarlet blood starts pooling out. So beautiful. So so scarlet.

Sorry, I’m digressing.

Anyway, I went to the checkout station. The cashier was nice. He kind of starred at me with this blank expression, his pupils had turned to brown sepia toned clouds and were fully dialated. But he did his job. I paid for my groceries and proceeded out the doors. After I packded my groceries into the car, I looked back up at the store and this thick fog had engulfed the supermarket. It was brownish – sepia toned like the young cashier’s eyes. Then the fog was gone and so was the supermarket. Weird right? It just vanished. Gone.

I’ve wonered about that fog.

Where did it come from?

Where had it gone?

Why was it only in sepia tones; why not like, grey? Or something exotic like orange or red?

I may never know the answer to these questions, but, surprisingly I’m okay with that. Maybe we all should be okay with being unable to fully understand some things. Maybe it’s for the better.

Thanks for reading, and today’s Quote of the Day is:

“I chant and I chant, the guttural phrases of my ancestors, but nothing will save me now. Nothing will save any of us. Time will surely catch up with us, and our souls will be forever circumcised from our bodies.” – Bill Shoemaker

Wow Bill! That was just beautiful.