From under the stomach came a flood of beetles, each a different, unimaginable color. Trumpets heralded the eviction.
The next season was the fire season. They prepared the house to be burned to the ground and they coated the livestock in butter.
She removed the beetle from its box, then carefully placed it on top the map of the neolithic earthworks.
There was a fiery crash that lasted forever. Stuck in a loop. Time was eating itself.
Tiny fingers pried up the floor, board by board.
Someone had been paying the bills with gold coins since 1912.
The advice was dispensed, along with the herring, from a bucket.
Once injected the compound would solidify in the bloodstream and sprout.
He inherited the house. He was unsure what to do with the collection of weird handmade surgical instruments.
The old man claimed there was no magic involved. Their organs would be returned to them soon.
An old man and a child walked down the road together, behind them smoke and destruction.
The furniture made from human bones were beautiful, but uncomfortable.
It lifted itself off the dirty, wet concrete floor with all of its extra arms.