Meh

Ran out of steam with this one:

In under six seconds Brian became a pile of bones under the faucet. He barely had time to scream. The showerhead had been packed with nanoid deplenerators. He had turned on the shower and been unspooled into a gas before he knew what was going on.

I was standing in the doorway. I was frozen there, halfway through drying my hair and looking at the place where my friend used to be.

I had used the shower before him. I was fine. I guess the nanoids were paneled to his keloids in particular.


Weak

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Apocalypse (again)

West Death Winter, South War Summer, East Famine Autumn and North Pestilence Spring.

I was so embarrassed. I was saying all this bad stuff about Winter when she was standing right behind me. That’s how I got this streak of white in my hair. She touched me there so that I wouldn’t forget. Boy was my face red.

We’re all looking at each other with feral gleeful smiles. The freight elevator is taking us and our mounts down to ground level. Well, except for Pesty. He’s getting off in the upper stratosphere over the North Pole near the hole in the ozone layer. The door dings and opens out onto thin air. I can see the top of North America down there past the scudding clouds. Pestilence jumps out laughing and gallops across the jetstream. His horse glitters and shines a sick greeny blue like the chitin of a beetle. It’s like there’s an oil-slick rainbow hidden just below the skin that glints here and there with the light. Pesty’s skin is a pastel green and his smile is putting identical bloody splits into his face where his dimples used to be.

He’s a fast healer, that Pesty. He has to be.

We let Fammy off in Ethiopia. She’s going to show them how to really get it right this time. After that, she’s going to slip across the water on her black horse after Pesty has had his way with the water and oops, there goes the fish. There are going to be whale-pod carcass archipelagos dotting the ocean. The iridescent skin of marine life is going to pave the waves with silver cobblestones for Fammy to ride her horse over to North America. Next stop, Kansas. Her black eyes glitter in her skeletal black face.

Big D is more of an overseer. The manager. He’s the oldest and keeps us in line. He kind of sweeps up after us. He’s going to make sure we’re doing our jobs right. He’s just going to pop in here and there and give us pointers and keep us all in contact in between soul collections.

He’s the only one that has a horse that doesn’t match his colour scheme. A few nights ago over poker we had this idea that maybe his horse is actually Life and he rides it like he’s a living Yin Yang symbol or something. The pairing of light and dark. He had no comment. We laughed our asses off.

I’m the last one to get off. My stop is China. I’m so excited. They call me Warren to piss me off but this time I’ll show my siblings that no one is going to get in my way. The size of this army is incredible! China’s government has been planning for years while everyone else focused on the Middle East. It’s going to be great. I’ve got a third of the world to use against the rest of it.

I’m bright red and while in most countries that colour is a sign of danger or blood, here in China it’s a sign of good luck. I goose the flanks of my giant red horse and cycle my armour through to something a little more Eastern. I pull out my flaming sword and I’m welcomed like a god.



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