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TDV 87: The Apocalypse Bringers

May 28th, 2014 by Sharkchild

A destroyed moon lay dispersed across the sky. Its fragments reflected a pale, red light. In front of these debris, a great multitude of meteors reached the atmosphere, raining across the land in streaks of flame. Concussions resounded in every direction that amplified the pandemonium of this planet’s final hours.

“Sidideris desiterkan durs forlektis,” my master proclaimed as he reveled in these grandiose moments of destruction. He revealed his speared teeth while smiling. As he did so, he flipped his long, red tongue just outside of his lips. His bare, burgundy, muscular chest flexed with approval. Veins rippled throughout his upper body and arms at their height hundreds of yards off the ground. One, lone eye sat as a gaping black hole within his face and oscillating, flaccid flesh made sounds of suction and popping as it churned across the top of his head.


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TDV 86: Dominance By Devouringness

March 19th, 2014 by Sharkchild

On an early afternoon as I sat on a bench in Stebly Park reading the book, The Itinerant Life of Triach, and as the glow of sunlight amplified the surroundings—the freshly manicured lawns, the crisp hedges, the brilliant daisy fields, and the flourishing oak trees—giving them a surreal accent, I struck up a conversation with a woman who by some oddity found it fitting to sit beside me. Her auburn hair and blue eyes only did more to catch the light and amplify the day’s luster. With her were her two children—an infant boy inside a carriage and a little girl in a pink dress of about four years of age. Both of them shared the same vibrant features of their mother. It was just such a day to make conversation with strangers and enjoy the qualities of a resplendent afternoon.

We spoke of her children and husband and of my eccentric endeavors—my specialization within the field of teleportation—including my feeble attempts at summarizing the book I held between my hands. Though our lives were noticeably polar, our conversation excelled through laughter, understanding, and positivity. Surprisingly, throughout our engagement, the children were cooperative and made few interruptions.

TDV 85: A Random Game Of Vitriolage

June 18th, 2013 by Sharkchild

Who sings this?” my grandmother asked as I placed needle on spinning vinyl, bringing to life an aura of music. A soothing and charming voice stirred the heart above a movement of catchy melodies and rhythmic bass. The way the voice careened from lyric to lyric brought the music to life in a story of one’s own soul, striking relevance for all who listened.

“It’s you,” I replied.

“Me?” she questioned. “How could that be me? I don’t even know how to sing.”

“You not only know how to sing, you are—well, were—one of the greatest singers and lyricists of your time.”

My grandmother grumbled. “That’s ridiculous. Don’t you think I would know if I’m a singer or not?” She grumbled again.

“I’m serious, Grandma—that’s really you.”

“Why did you call me ‘Grandma’?” she asked.


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TDV 84: Rainsaw

March 14th, 2013 by Sharkchild

My son looked so innocent and full of happiness. His wavy, golden brown hair bounced softly while he hunted the red ball that continually evaded his uncoordinated efforts of collection, and the slightly oversized, brown, suede jacket encasing his figure only did him harm on his quest. Every time he missed a grasp on the ball with his clumsy hands, he laughed and continued his chase.

Through this child’s joy, I knew no greater joy of my own. His happiness and wellbeing meant everything to me. That enigma by name of selflessness that had been so foreign to me came crashing through my eyes, shattering them and renewing them upon his birth. I finally had a purpose I could hold onto and nurture.

I watched my son in the backyard through one of the windows in my office on the second floor of our house and pondered upon a timeline of endless contentment. Life and happiness are so simple, I thought to myself. What more do I need?

The rain then began…


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TDV 83: D.M.V. (Dream Magic And The Vessels)

November 24th, 2012 by Sharkchild

I called my house the Old Souls Orphanage—a haven for the elderly without a place to call home. Those in the latter years of life who had not the funds or family to be given the living quarters of comfort and peace that were deserved came to my abode to receive well-appointed accommodations. I gave them what no one else would and I did it without fee. My only requirements for those that stayed within my walls were that they had no illness and were self-sufficient. My house did not have the personnel or equipment necessary to deal with conditions of health and dependency.

The house, which in actuality was a mansion, was built of stone and brick. It stood three stories tall, holding: nine bedrooms; six bathrooms; three studies each with a fireplace and a unique collection of books; a large kitchen and pantry; a dining hall; and an extensive basement connected to the rest of the house by a spiraling passageway void of steps…