Tears of happiness

Peg and Jan are feeling perky in the spring sun. While we normally find them lounging in one way or another, maybe toying with semis on a nearby highway, but never if it means getting up. 

Today they are up on their hind legs standing opposite a roundish boulder that stands higher than most gulls, for example, would dare to fly. 

"Now clench your talons and shove a little." 

"Oh! It does move. It's not stable at all! Fun."

 They found merriment in rocking the mountain-sized boulder this way and that.

"It's so warm. I just want to lean against it."

The friends both pitched forward until their bellies were flat against the hot rock surface. They managed to reach across the top and lock claws briefly. 

Peg's tears of happiness crashed down, weakening the integrity of the granite. Cracks begin to form. 

Just as the cataclysm begins, eventually burying several nearby fleke communities, Jan and Peg's wingtips dart into place with a flapping thunder that rivals the roar of splintering rock and screaming below.  

Once in flight, they learn that they can press their bellies against each other and get the same warm pleasure they'd just got from the boulder. Then they each twirl away from the other, rising briefly, and curving back down again, opposite one another, and at the same time releasing their purplish intestinal gases. This, they laughed, has created a "fart heart." 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Ironically, one curious gull does venture up toward Peg and Jan, attracted by the spectacle. As the intensity of their laughter reaches him, unfortunately, his brain explodes, and he crashes into the clouds of dust below. 

Phyliss

Everything is hilarious to them

Because they are so powerful, everything is hilarious to them. Ks do not have power so much as they are power. They affect the hilarity of spoiled children while inhabiting bodies that could crush a small neighborhood. 

What the flekes had failed to do with spears and arrows, the Jans excelled at with a new approach. Their armies of college educated unemployed were turned to the task of capturing and subjugating, and then coopting some powerful Ks of their own. 

Originally meant to be a decoy, the first hybrid K. was fitted with commercially available security cameras embedded in her eye creases, and a sort of war room was established for the Jansdaads to control her movements through a process they were developing called Remote Muscular Positioning. Her name was Peg. 

After all the poking and prodding and sawing and chopping and stapling and wiring, she'd ended up with a little Jansdaad blood along with a slice of Jansdaad gristle that made up key elements of her new nervous system. Some wondered if she'd be able to artificially mate and conceive with a Jan. Some others should have listened more closely to that concern, perhaps, or maybe they didn't because they knew it was the will of Mthyuh. At some level, they were all shot through with the religious beliefs of their ancestors. It was one way to make sense of what was happening without going insane. 

No one expected Peg to morph into a completely normal looking Jan self, although a little fierce in the brow, or that she would end up marrying a hot older black man with gray-blue eyes and frosted sideburns. 

He was a news anchorman, and she was in the news all the time. They were both a sort of freak in their own way. They bonded and bore at least one child. 

The most awesome aspect of the new Peg was that she could morph right back into her K self as it suited her. Gradually, her own organs and primeval systems not only grew to their original strength but also began to subsume their artificial enhancements and incorporate them into a much more powerful and independent K than ever before. Peg and Ted's kids also had this morphing ability. At a young age, they would form a cocoon and then step out of it as lucid as the grandmother stepping out of the guts of the wolf who thought he'd fooled her. 

Eventually Peg and other K hybrids learned to navigate the many holes of The Crack. Some, like Jan, had relationships and families in a number of different holes. The Mthyuh Preservation society encouraged this behavior as a way to prevent them from feeling confined and wanting to eat flekes as the Mouths of Mthyuh. Sometimes the most dangerous Ks would disappear for many seasons as they lived their lives in other destinations within The Crack. 

by Phyllis

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sunhole 100

 

LESBIAN MOTHERS EAT APPLE PIE

 

apothecurian

you have tried these
mixes and survived

we appreciate it big time

but when you die

calculation will decide

no love inside

how can we 

stay on this ship

and not touch the surface

apothecurian

fetish or mission

better than an algorithm

frag.

Heroes of Sacrifice

La LaChama-la 

symbiotic and/or transactional

 

Shab has lumbered along for nearly three days not even stopping at the babbling streams nor accepting any of the boiled chrysanthemum wrapped in pig crackle the pilgrims offer as they walk beside behind and ahead of him.

He is migrating like a lower beast. This is the season and the moment to simply magnetize toward his lord, the Begging Rajah. 

Shab sometimes believes that Ilyn is the Begging Rajah even though Shab's saddle has not been filled for many seasons, and even though Ilyn always rides instead behind him in the square wheeled wooden cart. Ilyn's bed of marigolds is only dust at the bottom of the empty cart now, but Shab still bears his yoke patiently, knowing that our surface is tilting once again toward the miracle. 

Soon Ilyn will be spotted wandering out of a canyon or lying as if dead by the side of a road wearing nothing but his scars and the markings of marigold paste the pilgrims have stopped to anoint him with before moving back toward the hill caves to smoke the vine and say shiv throughout the night. 

Ilyn and Shab would pay their official visit through each town in turn to thank them for their faith and offerings and help to celebrate the cycle of destruction. 

It seemed like everyone has rings on their toes and as they gather the dusty floors glistened with tin, cadmium, and peridot. Some of the villages have diving competitions to honor Ilyn's sacred moment of glory at Mthyuh's Diving Board. Some of the boys even set their hair afire before jumping just as Ilyn's long red mane turns to actual flame as he plumets toward the boiling pit of lava. 

The fields orchards even varmints will go dormant until Mthyuh is paid back for her bounty so that she does not send her Mouths to prosecute their debt. 

Still, as Ilyn prepares to dive, it is customary to shout eat me first! Missy has taken to circling this ceremony coasting on the foul volcanic gases and listening for the cries to strengthen in fervor and therefore in terror. 

by Phyllis
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