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The following came as a spam comment for the previous post. It didn’t take long to get spammed but I really liked this one. Quite a nice little story. I may have to use it one day as a theatre piece.

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The first time it happened, Adam was in the office gym. It was not his regular gym, but a small one high up on the silent upper floors. As he walks out, a piece of jagged metal in his hand grazes the arm of one of the corporate sentries, one of the unsmiling men who moves in the strange silent world of the upper floors. A deep gash in the skin that reveals, not blood and flesh, but a gleaming silver fluid, endlessly swirling, like molten metal. Adam is terrified. Then something hits him, and he rememberes nothing more until he comes around in a strange corridor with wide bell-shaped vases standing against the walls. He returns to work, and in the coming days convinces himself it was all a dream. But he still has that piece of jagged metal he picked up. And he remembers, weeks later, when a man is found dead in the strange corridor with wide vases against the wall, his body covered in welts the shape of long, curved eyes.

troubled

I tro you bled

I trou you bleed ya

I am ta rou ble da

I ta rou bli da

eye taarooblidaa

Iem taaroublidaa

Iem tchiarubilida

I know tchi ya ru bele do

eye no tchia roo bileedcha

I am tchai rou bleedcha

I bleed rou chai

I bled rou t

restless

re stles s

re stle ss

ree shtle schi

res t less

res ti less

res chi less

res chi lee sshh

Arh s ti re shur si chi res

I am an arsy cheese net

I rest less than you

Bees cast nets into view

and we slip from comfort to new

Searching

Sir ching a ling ling