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A post-modern adventure

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Original writing: Forest3 Chris Ashby Progressing through the dense accumulation of deciduous growth could be observed a silhouette of slightly duller hue than the enclosing mass: to the imaginative beholder this signified the presence of a human male; to the rational spectator a large animal drifted erect through the woodland - any witness possessing an elevated outlook would query the plausibility of the attendance of ramblers and their onlookers in such an isolated situation as this; any cynic would have reservations concerning the 'bear's' rucksack The man, however, would have been receptive to the attendance of any hypothetical bystanders or the theoretical observers of hypothetical bystanders; probability wasn't an issue to him at the moment: as his diminutive form contoured round the crowded multitude of flora any descriptive device would have been companionship enough. The coppice wasn't remote by any means - a commonly tread path frequented by families with picnics and cyclists...with bikes; it was merely the hour which led it a sinister ambiance. ...read more.


one day with conspiracy to forge suicide, he spotted his sticks in the sea, and, guessing they had exited his pocket and entered the water, dived in from his cliff top perspective to rescue those articles of nostalgia; whereupon, he found two pieces of driftwood and floundered in the current until by fortune he attracted the attention of a considerate passer-by (who, upon spotting the discarded possessions by on the sand, deduced the supposed intent of the man in the water; waving and smiling, he left the percussionist to his demise). After being fished out of the water by an eco-friendly bassist (who put him back afterwards) he washed up on the beach in a coma a few days later - his lungs remaining intact thanks to the drummer's large air-filled head maintaining a healthy altitude; and was promptly found and entered the custody of his somewhat dissatisfied parent. That sounded about right. It explained the salt taste in his mouth and the headache. ...read more.


previously: it was a dull blue which, against anything other than the thick backdrop it was set against would have also appeared black; now, however, it was luminous to the point of clarity. The object persisted to slide vertically in the direction of the clearing until it passed through his limp and unconscious body and faded out of vision. The former character came upon this comatose figure in the grassy circle and it was almost twice the size of him. Frightfully it distinguished the face belonging to this form and attempted to scream; as is often the case in these things, all that came out was a faint hiss, and a female-shaped zombie staggered out the adjacent section of clearing. A few miles away and some heavy physical exertion two shady outlines paused to gather their crops. They'd had some incidents with deer and rabbits before; but now a family of three had apparently consumed some of their produce they considered it time to move location. They had three bodies to bury, anyway - someone might get suspicious. ...read more.

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