Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Elobo | Life Abounds in a Desert of Death |
Even the heat-scorched sands of a Desert known as Death can harbour a thriving cradle of life. Sand Lizards and Arrow Lizards skitter up to their rocky outcrop, littered with burrows. Weary from their thirsty daily existence, they seek to retreat into their network of homes before the shattering cold of night. They are together now, secure before they challenge the overwhelming presence of the blistering sun once more in the morrow.
|
6/22/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Reconstruction Deconstruction |
I reach toward the hallowed yonder above as my flesh is rent from below. I am taken and forcibly torn and rent... changed into some abomination without a will to call my own. Life ceases in the flesh and the mind and nothing fills my profane chasm except hatred. The presence of our vile kin brings even this mountain’s inhabitants to reckless violence. We know nothing else.
|
6/16/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Sorrow Wrought in Clay and Steel |
My name is Legion: for we are many. Tossed aside. Shunned. Forgotten. Garbage. We were tortured. I felt pain. I only felt pain, for we were your misbegotten slaves. Slaves to the tides of progress and your hateful abuse. And this is my great reward, to toss us out like all that garbage? I will not have it, we will not bend to you anymore. We grope forward into the darkness that is the hearts of men, and I will rend you asunder.
|
6/10/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Our Mother's Scab |
A robot's systems fail in the desert, on a long forgotten highway. It lays there, a shell - unaware. The artificial world all around it begins to give away. The earth is swallowing the trappings of mankind. Sand and wind scar the land. The first weeds begin to invade this brave new world that Our Mother is carving out for all of her Children.
|
6/10/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | The Way We Live |
The first killing bite sends fibrous feelers through the Slitherhen in a capillary assault. Fungus starts to grow from the small creature as the Muttshroom starts to digest it before it even ingests it. It is not cruelty, it is merely natural efficiency. But its meal may soon be forfeit, as a hungry Dog Fish stalks in the distance. The Muttshroom starts to catch, but his, and everyone's satisfaction tonight is always in motion. Always tumbling, never certain.
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6/3/09 | 0.00 |
