Foreigner, Response To Story Challenge

She walked out, into the night. Out of the light. And wandered across to the road. You could see it from there. Shooting stars were falling. Every second a few more, flaming to earth. It felt right, and she'd come out for something. The trees loomed black as ink, ebbing and flowing, creaking and murmering.

Doom.

Nah, why doom? Why does everyone think doom if the moon's red? And a million stars are falling.

She slipped back under the cover of trees. Into the dark. She didn't want to see that shit. Not superstitious, they just gave her the creeps, that's all.

'Fucken'ell' she swore.

The noise again. She froze. Owl eyes staring into the dark. Her head turned without shoulders moving. Stealth. Eyes wide and unblinking. Feathers ruffled, just a bit. She was sick of the rumbles. The fights. It sounded like thunder. Under the roof, in the light. As they screamed their animal murders and chased each other away and back and away. Scrambling for ground across the corrugated iron. Night after blood curtling night. Hidden in shadows, unseen but seeing. Unknown.

Dark night. She didn't want to see the red blood moon. Nor the sky falling to earth.

Her mouth opened, and shut. Tasting air. Blood. She could smell blood. This hunger. This bloody hunger. Running, flying, she lashed out, and ripped the furry creature from it's perch. It screamed and scratched but she ripped it's flesh. And stuffed it hissing into her mouth. Delicious warm flesh to a hungry, hungry heart.

She shook herself. Another feather slowly drifted to earth. Some flowers fell at her feet. Blood trickled, and she wiped it away with fingers. Heady magnolia sweetly, sweetly permeated the air.

She crept along the mossy path to the road, and looked up. Blinking. Into the night came the wind, and still the stars fell.

She didn't belong here. She belonged here.

She put her head back and shreiked a shrill and triumphant cry. To the moon, red with blood. To the stars and to the wind. To the wide, wide sky. Vomiting bone and grizzle and fur, she turned, and walked back through the trees down to the house, and went inside.

(Response to story challenge. Story must include: bubble wrap, marshmallows, delirium tremens)

Mystic in the Sky with Marshmallows

It was the twenty days and twenty one nights of fasting that brought this wonderous mystical epiphany so diligently, so tenaciously discovered. stumbling. stumbling forward to find the one. the object of hungry spiritual perseverence. so divine I could hardly believe the truth of it all. love. love is the answer. deliriously love rumbled in my brain. rumbling. groaning. dizzy with love and high with revelation. delirium tremens not the bad they said but oh the light! look, look! tripping forward preparing the only true offering. not your piss arsed bullshit shop bought fucking marshmallows. no. where's the dedication there? where's real love in that easy cop out 'superficial-type-love' solution. only ingredients carefully blended. carefully caressed. melded. heat. not too much, careful now. gently, gently bake the marshmallows for the object of love, for the one who knows this is the gift of all gifts. the only gift. the one who knows what now I know in this glorious revelation. no meat this world can offer in mad cow disease days. no vegetables screaming with pain. eggs! offered divinely. freely. squawk! mix and meld. nearly ready. sniff. smell that? hmmm. post them to the one. yes. box, box. where's the box. where's THE box? THE BOX. wrap, now. yes, here. bubbles. OH. bubbles. OF COURSE. message in a bubble. pop. pop. a revelation in bubble wrap. marshmallows and me. HA! sublime. divine. gaffer tape to hold it together. oh gentle light of truth. we two gifts. vanilla and me in plastic wrap.

OH NO! I can't breathe.

FUCK! gasp.

can't FUCKING BREATH! NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!

dizziness.

blackness.

thump.

Found, scratched in the flour on a dusty floor, in an ordinary kitchen in an ordinary suburb:

It's YOU

It's you,

and I WILL love you

until I'm blue.

(boop boop pe doo)