dedalus Posted August 30, 2013 Share Posted August 30, 2013 We were snoozing happily in our hammocks when, with a surfeit of roaring soaring sound, the invasion arrived around teatime and from waters, rushing in a writhing ring, a feeble hand arose from the waves absent Excalibur. The smothered fish lay along the shore, and the mountains sank into the sea. This is not good, I remember thinking, as I raced to the palace of the Queen, the heady heave and clash of arms behind me, but her bloated face was a bawdy green and a cloud of flies were buzzing around: ‘ I perceive, milady, the realm is sinking’. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted August 30, 2013 Share Posted August 30, 2013 Enjoyed, because it was your dream, not mine. Oft wish I could convey my dreams like this but efforts never measure up to the "reality" of the crazy, stupid, nightmarishness of them. Difficult to capture something so "off the wall". And there are so many of them. Hope you got some rest. I often don't. Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted August 31, 2013 Share Posted August 31, 2013 Vivid, almost lurid. bloated face was a bawdy green I liked it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted September 2, 2013 Share Posted September 2, 2013 Enjoyed this vivid fragment of surreality, Brendan. Nicely composed. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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