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It's never a good sign when the lady at the register is excited to see you. I don't recognize her, but she's looking at me like she knows me. This isn't good. I wish I had the time to switch registers, however the person in front of me just finished paying. Before I can even place my items on the belt, she begins to speak. She speaks quickly. She speaks to me so quickly that her tongue falls out of her mouth. I can only hope she'll take this as a sign to finally scan my items and release me from this retail hell. But she just picks up her tongue and places it back in her mouth. Each word literally pours out of her mouth, forming a pile of scattered words all over the floor. My heart breaks for the people who have to clean up this mess after we're done here. I haven't been listening to what she's been saying, but I can see some words on the floor that stand out to me. Words like pond and picnic are bigger than the rest so that probably means they're pretty important. It seems I was invited to a picnic by the pond. Sounds like it'd take a lot of energy. I'd rather stay at home and read horrible quotes from my favorite faux philosophers on the internet. But I agree anyway, just to get her to quit talking. I'm sure the janitors will thank me as well. Lucky for me this gets her to stop talking, but now she's just staring at me with a wide grin plastered on her face. Maybe I should have checked those words a little closer, or better yet listened. I have no idea about what I have just agreed to, but it shouldn't be too bad. I've dealt with worse in this place.

I just want to share the funny little stories I make.

As I stand face to face with this mime, I finally begin to realize why it's vowed to live a life of silence. The mime performs for me in this broken and desolate village. It tells a story of pain and sadness through its slow and calculated movements. I always thought mimes were supposed to be funny. This must be a different kind of mime. It seems to be asking me for help, but I don't think I could do much to help. I just want to get out of this creepy place, not help some strange creature. I'm not into mimes very much, but I do enjoy the soft and haunting tune of the accordion that follows them around. I've always found myself associating with clowns more, but this mime has intrigued me enough to stay and watch its performance. As it continues to perform, the music accompanying it begins to sound distorted and not much like the music a mime should have playing. Its face paint now portrays a crying face rather then the welcoming smile it once had. Its body begins to stretch and contort into something that isn't human. The mime now towers over my and tightly holds me in it's long and lanky fingers. Its jaw unhinges and I refuse to watch the rest. My eyes are closed. I spend my final moments listening to the distorted accordion blaring loudly from the sky. But instead of dying, I hear a loud thud. I'm released from the creatures grasp and now in the ground. I open my eyes to see it lying unconscious on the floor in front of me. I won't question the mime or the strange village I'm in. I won't question what saved my life or why I was even subjected to this. All I want to do is go home.

With one last swing of my axe, I have finally toppled this apple tree. I do feel a little remorse for taking another life, but it needed to be done. Maybe I could have formed an alliance with the being, but I brought an axe. It would have known my intentions and turned me away. It had to be done or it would've been me sprawled out on the grass with that peaceful and uncaring look on my face. These trees have always been known to be quite smart. I didn't except them to be smart enough to make me feel guilty from beyond this life. What a clever creature. I wish it could have just poisoned the fruit I came here for instead of making me feel guilty for the sin I've committed. I had the heart to commit the crime. Do I have the heart to enjoy the spoils?

I wake up strapped to a table in an unfamiliar location. My memory is hazy, but I'm not too scared of whatever is going to happen to me. I'm known to be fairly optimistic in hard situations. Besides the restraints digging deep into my skin, I don't feel as bad as you'd think. I can see and hear the voices and shadows of two people coming from another room. They're laughing and seem to be having a good time despite having someone strapped to a table in their home. Using my limited range of motion, I lift my head and see that my chest has been hollowed out and filled with soil and small translucent flowers. I know I should be angry, but I really wasn't using my chest anyway so its better used as a decoration than whatever I was doing with it. The talking gets louder and the two voices enter the room. It's a lovely couple of some humanoid snail creatures. They continue to talk as they sit down. Once seated they go completely silent and suddenly and I begin to feel the agonizing pain of what has happened to me. I can feel small worms tunneling though the soil in my chest, slowly picking at the inside of my skin. I wonder how long it'll take for them to hollow out my entire body. How long until the soil and worms fill each awkward twist and turn of my body while these two snail creatures watch like I'm a spectacle. It's humiliating...

The blue light from my screen beams back onto my face as I stare deeply into it's eyes. I am completely mesmerized. It feels as if the screen separating us had dissipated and became an open window that you could reach into and pull me through. It stands alone in a dimly lit forest, away from the woes of human kind. But for some odd reason, it has allowed me to peer into its untainted world. An aura of malice radiates off of this thing, but I don't mind the miasma of malevolence leaking from the creature. It's somewhat comforting to know that this thing isn't the perfect being I thought it was. It has been tainted by whatever horrors its world has in store for its inhabitants. But as soon as the comfort came, it exits my body swiftly. Why should I spend my time watching imperfection? Why have I spent my time watching it in the first place? Maybe I believed that through this screen was something worth seeing. A place where I could put my worries of the world behind me, but now I know that I was deceived. This creature that stands beyond my screen is just like me and that makes me angry.

The tall walls surrounding my home keep me isolated from society, but I don't mind them much. Nobody knows how or why these walls appeared, but I suspect it has something to do with my co-worker who isn't too fond of me. But because of these walls, I won't ever have to see her again. I was never really a fan of being in public anyway, so the isolation is quite nice. These walls help me focus on what's really important to me. Growing turnips! During the daytime, the sunlight beams down onto a small patch of my garden where I've planted a few turnip seeds. Although they're all I have, I hate the taste of them. Biting into the bitter flesh of a turnip makes me sick to my stomach. Their deceptive purple tops seem like a pretty gift from whatever god has forsaken me with these plants, but they're no gift. While harvesting them from the soil, I imagine hearing them scream in agony as I rip them from their comfortability in the ground. Each yell sounding like the heavenly hymn of an angel to my ears. I pray they know that there is no life after what'll happen to them. I pray they feel the pain of my teeth sinking deep into their earthy flesh. I pray they rot in hell for taking part on this trick being played on me.