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Oblivion (Part 2 - The One With The Story In It) Sorry, I screwed up the 1st part

Born – Underground into total darkness and oblivion, yet with sight. Blind, for all intents and purposes, aware of the smell of the dank earth, aware of the others around me. Eight of us by my reckoning; six sisters and a brother. We lived in comfort, warmth, companionship surrounding us. We have the tales and folklore of the elders , down to us, from generation to generation. Folklore, wisdom and a smattering of the nonsensical lies of others; all mixed up, jumbled around, in and out, to the point that we could not differentiate where fact stopped and fiction started. One MAJOR truth; told us again and again, over and over, transcending countless generations; no variation; no embellishments; no deviations -

“Once the weather warms – DO NOT EVER venture outside, for fear of the noisy, smelly beast! It can come at any time; Night OR day, rain or shine. By day it roars, it belches, farts, sputters, coughs. By night – the same – only difference is its brilliant white piercing eyes; to deliver; to deliver oblivion. Stay. Stay safe. Stay underground when it is hot outside”

One fateful morning – early – still dark – I forget. Suddenly an ear-piercing eldritch scream splits the silent dark; screaming, belching, coming closer – louder. Two piercing, brilliant eyes dazzle me. Slowly, oh so slowly, a third eye swings – trying to focus on me, like the sentient entity it is. My muscles stiffen and I prop – every nerve in my body screams “RUN” but my muscles will not obey. I lie in fear – afraid to move – afraid to stay; the third eye now finding me – focusing on me. Over the incredible noise of the beast, I hear it cough – insects buzz past me at impossible speeds. Still I cower. Another cough and – disbelief! Pain – white hot – ice cold – blunt – knife like – razor sharp. Dimming and dulling all m senses that had served me so well in the past; sweet morpheous takes pity – vengeance – on me; a thoughtless robot-like rabbit. Eat, sleep, procreate, eat, sleep, procreate – an endless, mindless eternal cycle I think to myself as I slide out of pain and into oblivion.

Oblivion (Part 2 - The One With The Story In It) Sorry, I screwed up the 1st part

warmonger62

Yea, Australia

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Penned whilst protecting a block of Cabernet Sauvignon some the evil ravages of rabbits and birds

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