Peripheral vision remained unimpaired for I could, without turning my head, see the shadowy sides of the funnel curved around and below me.
The tiny disk of light hovered straight ahead of me.
Calm, curious, I stretched out my arm, reaching without really moving.
I was unaware of walking; my legs remained still, yet the point of the funnel seemed a little nearer now.
Squinting my eyes against the glare I realised it was neither a disk nor the opening tip of a funnel but a small sphere about the size of a marble.
I leaned forward, reaching, spreading my fingers.
The marble was now the size of a tennis ball, shimmering like sunlight on water.
As I edged closer, moving without walking, the sphere doubled in size, and I could see the fluctuating movement of coruscating light deep within its bright depths.
The curved wall of shadow around me receded as the sphere came without reach, a blazing moon the size of a basketball, its stippled surface rippling in no apparent pattern.
I averted my eyes, the light too bright to confront, and grabbed it but my hand felt nothing.
I was inside the sphere.
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Cynical observer
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herr fucknuckle
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man I'd love to probe and be probed by some of them, their greasy tentacles wrapped around my sweeling member and my pinkies probing their multiple orifices...the light gets brighter and the throbbing intensifies...i see green sparks shooting off their genitals and then... I awake and my hand is covered in a sticky white ectoplasm... oh dear...ive done it again. Yours with fingers congealed, Hairy Fuckedmyuncle |
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Ricardovitz
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When one of them Yankee snow birds 'd come down to N. Georgia think'n he was all this and that, actin all high falootin, that''s when we'd give him a cordial invitation to a Sweelin Social. We'd git that Yankee up under a flat-roof, and some of the boys 'd be wait'n fer him to step on the "X". Thar'd be a big old tub of hog renderin that cain't be used fer fryin or makin soap cuz it was to skunked up. So, my boys 'd dump all that old pig renderin on Mr. Yankee. That's what you call a "Sweelin Social" |
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Chicka Ferdy
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