Those, whose faces blend into a thorny and sticky Influenza-like mass, partake in the human ritual of “surgery and extraction.” Their ethereal forms mold, wither and regrown as their soupy bodies – which are barely contained within natural physical boundaries – desperately hold them together in some semblance of posture. They remove their “gloves” and …
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Short Story – The Azure Scarab
As the ever-dreaming Azure Scarab, my antennae flick and twitch to the rhythms of my innermost thoughts. My consciousness drifts between multiple splinters of existence; from simple plains of corporeality, to vast tracks of etherealize grasslands. As my feelers flutter, shudder and tremble, tiny hairs along them collect the dust of stars long since gone. …
The Scarab's Corner 