Will Soon be Writing from Quarantine

[kasavell]

It was an average monday, a day full of sunrises and surprises. For once, the weather wasn't gloomy. I did not expect that today would be the day that I would give birth. A birth that I only wish I could forget. The day that my foot burst open. An open wound gushing with blood, a smell that was neither decay nor loving- but still sickly sweet. As the greyish black thing crawled out, I idly wondered wether this was how I was born. I had no clue if the bug was poisonous or friendly. I did know that despite the excruciating pain it was rather pleasant for another life form to be born of my body. As disgusted as I was I watched as the thing shook itself free of the blood and grime that used to be part of my foot. The sickening fascination that overcame me was too ridiculous. Almost at once, The bug walked away to hide underneath the trunk that held my most precious of belongings. A trunk that used to be whole, but now that I looked closer it was cracked. A two foot long crack that didn't use to be there. The smell was coming from that box. I looked inside the crack and there it was, a nest of greyish black things feeding upon the twisted form that the carpenter had put into the wood. I began to wonder uneasily if this was some sort of twisted scheme for vengeance or my reward for being good. More likely it was merely a coincidence.
I called my mom almost immediately and told her that my foot had given birth. She screamed and hung up the phonic. I sat there pontificating the mysteries of this equation. From this I realized that the human form was a wonder, a joy to behold as anything could be given birth from its womb or even from its flesh. As such, I knew I was absurd.

[quakernuts]

I'm sorry...but WTF?

I have to ask, just what are you trying to get out of this post? If it's a short story, then there is a section to place it here. Otherwise, I really have no idea what you're trying to achieve here.

[kasavell]

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I said quietly, hoping there would be no response. *I must be hearing voices* I thought rather iridescently. Wondering wether this birth thing was going to drive me nuts, I began to peek around my place with a wild, desperate hope that no one would be there. Perhaps, it was just my imagination. I mean really, since when did posts have anything to do with short stories. Well they are eating that dodgy old trunk, so I guess, considering creation was the idea, that the bugs might be wanting to write something. zzz... zzz... zxchhzzz... the noises continued as my new children were dining upon their meal. Perhaps, quarantine or a mental institute would be a good idea; but hey I am a new mom, so I guess I should study them more. Am I tripping or is it weird that the bugs knew how to speak already. I must be losing my mind in the doldrums of my imagination as posts and stories still did not really make sense to me. As I leaned closer to study the bugs, I wondered wether they were poisonous. Either way, both murder and interruptions are rude. So I got up and put on my fencing uniform- just in case- and proceeded to watch the bugs feeding intently.

[Artorius]

I'd venture to say that being rude only has to do with the way Quaker said something, not exactly what he said. With that in mind. I, as a responsible member of this board, will ask you to kindly contact an admin and have your post moved to the appropriate section, which Quaker already has provided a link for. As of right now, you are in violation of forum rules, and I'd suggest if you intend to stay a member of this board that you kindly cooperate with us. Thank you

[kasavell]

I am definitely hearing voices, If only the the insects hadn't chosen my foot. What kind of screwed up world is this where my foot had given birth. Wrapped up in my own kafka-esque metaphor as the next post has something to do with taking me to school. Thinking about admin, I thought to the last time i met an admin. It was in the emergency room when they claimed i was on drugs. When the administrator definately or definitely whispered into my ear, "I eat People."
Where the hell did that trunk come from, I am pretty sure the cops just broke in here and took everything. It is being smoked outside into a better form.
Why is the trunk claiming to remember boards? or are the bugs, pardon me insects trying to whisper sweet nothings to that trunk. This whole idea makes me sick but my foot just gave birth. Momma always told me to stick it out.
I think the bugs are trying to cut the trunk up. Y'know momma always made my skin crawl but since these are my children- I have to stay here and watch. But apparently, someone has to provide food for the insects in a racist conundrum.
Did they claim that all women were witches? Tis a strange world.
"How about I stay a member of the wall and the carpet? " Trapped in this duty, I decided i would eat my foot. Hopefully, the turtles will be ninja's. "But as I would not stop any ants that happened to wander in, I will not stop the board, the post, or the trunk." ... * from eating you.*

[kasavell]

Was it the twilight zone, stargate, or the outer limits? It was creepy that I recognized that I had seen this before. It was strange as I attempted to not go to the store for roach spray to help them mate.
I did not believe in moth-spray. But i believed my foot could give birth. Y'all are bugging me out man... as i proceeded to gnaw on my foot. Sick, they are opening a restuarant. Ninja burger.... the people smoking plastic outside whispered in through the window.... They never could sneak up on me... but i might have let one rape me... Regardless I seem to have given birth, and I need to worry on my foot some more.

[Guest]

This is interesting and really bizarre. More plz.

[fire111127]

I got to admit I was confused on this story at first because it wasn’t a finished story but hopefully you write more because now I am in to it. I think you just need to add more into the character because it would seem to me this is first person point of view and he is just hallucinating or going insane which is a very good plot. Remember the best fiction is the one with the most truth for the reader to relate to in it.

[kasavell]

As neither a member of the post or the board, I merely wish to insert: that although the log may be watching - quarantine is not safe. Therefore, all moths and voices will be subject to deletion. Hence with the limitations of vocabulary in my possession, I will need to flee. Gently scratching my ear I walk out, turning out the light. Intending to never return and merely wonder wether the form in the box was mine, I decided to pretend to chuck a grenade back in. We knew the environment was deadly so we packed a shit load of clear objects was written on a small piece of paper at my feet.
I am not sure if the paper was real, I was hoping the foot birthing experience was just a mild schizophrenic reaction. I know that i merely imagined the explosion. I also know that the paper and the bugs seriously disrupted my sense of reality. WIth an ignomious flow i began limping to the store to buy some bandages and Isopropyl Ethanol.
Did I leave the door open when I left? I am pretty sure i did, i hope the log is no longer watching. Poetry seems lost to dancing. Strange advertisement.
That was not me, the bugs are still around. No wait, it was.

[kasavell]

Why are the bugs trying to convince me it is just a story? I am quite sure their winged little writhing forms, Are laughing at this. Imagine, if I actually posted this online with pictures and no one believed me. I guess people seem to find the only truth in the fictional is what that idiot who is about to be killed by the small fuzzy mammalian lifeform, sad that he doesn't know he is that animal's toy. Oh well Insects are still stalking me and I must run. Run for my very life.
The log seemed to be feeding the insects, logs are known for doing that. The various people on the street seemed to ignore my limp and hope that the bugs were not real. I am sure that I will end up on some street corner with a sign around my neck that says: Insects are eating us and you refuse to believe.
Anyways, since they are busy playing pretend on the zig-zagging pizzaz. The infestation of insects began to make me post through a log on this board, leaving little wood at the forum. Almost at the same time, a lazy brown dog-fox jumped quickly; Which is the original reason i was nearly banned.

[kasavell]

92840f21
if i would write a police report:
i would write one for everything, and then catch me in charged with understanding after
(situation around):installing a better douschebag
under discipline for? forgetting that he forgot
caught by? The Great Imaginer
Game, ok we take something and all that other jazz so you are left broke and in a piss poor environment
inflict repeating situation from a pretender
DAMN THAT SONG KILL THE RADIO DRIVE A BIKE (uhhh are you sure that hasn't been installed?)
I am not allowed on the road currently, because i have a cyst in my throat that i like to empty on the sidewalk
Melting the flux capacitor, would you like a board post log ...?.
Written on a memoir by corporate and turpentine cure-all quinine
Their was a signature:it rubbed off
.... <#Because we claim this is really happening>
When I was finally able to exit the store there was an empty police-car that turned into Four >.< onewordoutput,death.robot began to scream for help, I knew it was a trap so i began to walk calmly into the arms a beautiful motorcyclist that wrote scripts to pull up elite pornographic injury topics. THe problem right now is that i keep forgetting, and i am not sure if what is in the bag is putty or stain. As I walked quickly back to my bug.insect apartment, I wondered if the plastic smokers who stole my stuff proceeded to trap me on the planet by actually melting the flux capacitor to my television. This had the motorcyclist creepily tapping me on the shoulder, and whispering I am a coyote. I am not sure if it was because the police smoked plastic, or if it was the fact that i forgot to buy insectide. I am afraid that the plastic smoking motorcyclist had a point. Either way, the greyish insects were still there are in creepy clear membranous wings of tiny fleckish (The robot outside began to describe cleavage, it rather annoyed me._^_ required to play a schizophrenic due to (police . involvement )(pretend is not for the feint of heart)(THis is the only time the movie will ever be watched) ) Mites may begin to kill each other is what i visualized ... ok their wings were clear and slightly crystally without the granite uniformity, almost a silked over quality that became really annoying in the search for more padding. Summoning static for a metal computer and building a better capacitor, is what they need to do. Saving . txt one day at a time.
Accidental boiling of film?
Greywash reaction
... Startrek and solving for the first episonde
>>.<< logout.change password=salvation for login failure!!! kasavell@ .mainframedrake, mu.oar.kit@
Invitations for losers.
backup failure, greater usability of stupid advertisements
Yes at this point i forgot that i was holding a bag, or even had a bag. How did i get a bag home? as a matter of fact did I even leave the situation at all...
I am not sure if the plastic smokers got to it, or if it turned into poetical lymrics of descriptive nonsense. Either way i ignored them, and searched for the proof that i left for the store. Wondering wether i should introduce them at a young age to monkeys, I proceeded to admire at the efficiency of a (at-least partially) chewed board. Neither the infested portions of my body became infected, and i seem to be doing ok. It did convince me there was a robot killing the police force. Either way, I opened the bag and there was something to eat. As such, i hoped that one day any roommate I have will forgive me, for not buying wood-putty and insect spray. I did attract some kittens. As I had forgotten that there was a bag again and I had forgotten where i found the bag. Either way the kittens and I proceeded to eat.

[kasavell]

still frames of real life
7 hours of continuous graphic (Not function of frame rate.object *leader.board this does not work)
plausibly possible with digital camera
Their are roaches in the attic holding hostages who pretend/imagine choice.division= smear.mark
they built a catpult with the computer.yes both metaphors.racist
Graphics.denial.understanding of the post
walking through the leet1337* links and all of a sudden you understand there is no outputL:
user compile.escape click overload=knowledge of user.clickgraphic
clique
clique
clique
clique
clique
clique
I am not hiring nor am i going to do that,
I understand I am running from a hospital, flux capacitor overhaul, no comment
mitey pudding (partying till we die)
the bag was not made of plastic, the smokers are still outside it does not matter, we were not allowed to kill motorbikes platypus's or humans and only some of the plants
and only sometimes if they are intelligent
the fish was offended

[kasavell]

photographic deletion. smoking the plans
rap was not working so i turned to MCing
MGM was fucking the lion, and the zebras ate it
Vivarium human resources cross-referenced the solution
labor management wanted me to dance all the way
to the interview, failure at singing in the shower
Stupid pet tricks.yeah thats why we say that we have evilmultiplicationmanagement#@forgetting what the symbols do
three circles and user compile
wether it was a creepy alien race, a spy, or the board.post.log comment we are still not sure but some how the insects got eaten. And i was left staring at a partially infested !infected foot.
That many insects were communicating leaving this randomness: stuck "with a"=@ boardom.

Lawful Good:
redemption - rewrite
salvation - save-load
purification - reset
restitution -


Nuetral:
Accretion
acquisition
instantiation
regeneration


Evil:
corruption
desecration
retribution
exploitation



Lawful:
Deliverance
Penance
Contrition
Restoration
Rehabilitation

Chaotic:
Ignorance
Corrosion
Delusion
Attrition
Deletion

True:
Abstinence
Ignorance
Obstinence
Erosion
Resumption

^Alignment: Modifier.Skew^
^Attitude: Outlook.Perspective , Nature.Demeanor^
We shall not comment on transitional statements or endings with connections inferimg implication. (zooming)

[kasavell]

scorched earth
the trees ate the box
fjord
better than writing on the walls

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