59– Flat Hunting (part 21)

Shoo and Daisy waited next to the hole ripped in the air through which the murderous giant made of bone and ill-intent had nearly passed. Daisy seemed increasingly calm, but Shoo was getting increasingly nervous, and she’d been pretty nervous to start with. “Did you make the portal?” she asked the little witch. “I did,”Continue reading “59– Flat Hunting (part 21)”

58– Flat Hunting (part 20)

“Who said that?” asked Shoo, squinting at the floating, fuzzy glow. “Your children, Great Mother,” said the glow in a high-pitched, musical voice. “We who you bore to this place.” Shoo raised her eyebrows and groaned inwardly. Apparently, the microscopic, speeded up civilisation of face mites that had nearly destroyed themselves by war now thoughtContinue reading “58– Flat Hunting (part 20)”

57– Flat Hunting (part 19)

“Let’s see if I’ve got this right,” I say. “Shoot,” says Daisy. “An invisible spirit of… housing possessed the tiny mites that live naturally on my face, sped them up impossibly fast, made them more intelligent and got them to create a civilisation… on my face?” I ask, incredulously. “My face?” I add, pointing atContinue reading “57– Flat Hunting (part 19)”

56– Flat Hunting (part 18)

The crusades were glorious. Even with the insane high-speed life-cycle of Flat’s people, where an individual could whip through their whole life in a few seconds, the crusades still lasted entire minutes.   Flat was a bit sad when this age of glory, gore and heroes finally limped to a conclusion, but it was probablyContinue reading “56– Flat Hunting (part 18)”

53– Flat Hunting (part 15)

Frozen above us, the bone giant looks like it could drop through the portal at any second. Daisy stands directly underneath it, looking up with her hands on her hips. “No, that won’t do,” she says and starts muttering to herself while gesturing like she’s spelling words in the air. Inch by inch, the holeContinue reading “53– Flat Hunting (part 15)”

52– Flat Hunting (part 14)

The front tire of the scooter presses against nothing as we push into the pocket in the air. I can almost see it bend under the weight of the wheel. Then we’re in, and driving through nothing. The nothing all around us has a consistency oddly denser than normal nothing. Kind of like driving throughContinue reading “52– Flat Hunting (part 14)”

51– Flat Hunting (part 13)

I just have enough time to say “Eeeep!” before the scooter’s front tyre hits the wall of the house. And enough time to fear the worst. I imagine being catapulted forwards, my face squishing up against the stone, and then keep squishing until it splits like a ripe fruit. I imagine some bone-crunching sound-effects too.Continue reading “51– Flat Hunting (part 13)”

50– Flat Hunting (part 12)

I’m on the back of a scooter. I’ve never been on the back of a scooter before, or the front of one or, truth be told, on many vehicles. They scare me a bit. I did have a go on a hoverstick back in Footfall. It wasn’t a proper one though. Mondey and me knewContinue reading “50– Flat Hunting (part 12)”

49– Flat Hunting (part 11)

About half a lifetime ago, a large, eight limbed, semi-aquatic friend of mine taught me a word. He described it as a “spoiled word”, whatever that means, and it was supposed to be my last line of defence. It was supposed to wither whatever it was uttered at. Unfortunately, I am terrible at it. ItContinue reading “49– Flat Hunting (part 11)”

48– Flat Hunting (part 10)

For multiple generations now, Flat’s people had been sending astronauts into ‘space.’ It was ever so proud of them. The brave souls venturing into the unknown out past the girl’s face would almost certainly never be seen again. At about a centimetre away from the warmth of her flesh, the time-dilation effects that Flat wasContinue reading “48– Flat Hunting (part 10)”

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