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Submitted to Contest #279
This story contains personal information about mental health, that some readers may find difficult to process. It is said that sleep is needed so that the cerebral fluid can wash away all of the waste products of neurochemicals deposited between synapses during the waking hours. This purging of the fluid that surrounds the brain flushes away all wasteful and repeated thoughts and enables the brain to renew itself, establish new connections, abandon old ones. Dreaming may well be the result of this washing away, as new connections are formed ...
The city now looked like a million burnt matches in an ashtray. I glanced towards the horizon, but realised there was none, and neither a sky, nor a sun to look up to, all life melted away, a Dali painting in the making. Later I removed my mask, and smelt what I thought was roast pork on a rotisserie, but then saw the human bodies scattered, and vomited up a plume of ash. At least the ash would dull my senses and so I engulfed it, until I could taste nothing, and my mouth was dried, and I was no more, turned to stone, a fossil in waiting, li...
Submitted to Contest #278
The room was so dark that it hurt my eyes to look at it. I was kneeling in a child's pose on the cold hard unforgiving floor, some type of marble or stone, polished, but coloured jet I imagined. I was bowed down, eyes shut, my breath wheezing. “Please state your name,” croaked a voice. I slowly lifted my head up and looked in the direction from where I imagined the voice came. I could discern nothing, and so my eyes made up an image of the voice's owner, a small green frog came to mind and this prompted a giggle which I half repressed. ...
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