Distress drove the creature on, causing a delirous fervor that overwhelmed his senses.
Tears wrenched from his eyes. Rubbing left them stinging and dry. He blew past the bus stop, moving beyond the dock stopping for nothing. The ocean’s consistant roar surfaced suffocating memories, that bobbed in the waves. The has-been octopus pushed forward, suddenly halting feeling overtaken by a stifiling tightness. A honeycomb latice of red and brown began to enclose around his pereferal, causing nearby echoes to seem distant. His head spun and his stomach ached. Both hot and cold, the tips of his tentacles twitched intermitently. With a shake from his chest a grumble from his stomach he cryed, “mMm- Mmmmm...AAAAGGGGghghghghghg!!! What was that things problem?!!”, his breath fell uneven as he swung his remaining tentcles wildly. “Wahhh ddaaaaa Faaaah???. The overhead light silently went dark.
As time passed he thought of nothing. Not his phantom tentacles, nor the insessant pull of gravity persisting his attachemnt to the pavement, nor lights, sounds, smells, or emotion. No thoughts occured. He was elsewhere, floating through the ethers looking at everything and nothing, simply being. Realitys echoes seemed at such a distance they couldn’t exist in this place.
Distress drove the creature on, causing a delirous fervor that overwhelmed his senses. Tears wrenched from his eyes. Rubbing left them stinging and dry. He blew past the bus stop, moving beyond the dock stopping for nothing. The ocean’s consistant roar surfaced suffocating memories, that bobbed in the waves. The has-been octopus pushed forward, suddenly halting feeling overtaken by a stifiling tightness. A honeycomb latice of red and brown began to enclose around his pereferal, causing nearby echoes to seem distant. His head spun and his stomach ached. Both hot and cold, the tips of his tentacles twitched intermitently. With a shake from his chest a grumble from his stomach he cryed, “mMm- Mmmmm...AAAAGGGGghghghghghg!!! What was that things problem?!!”, his breath fell uneven as he swung his remaining tentcles wildly. “Wahhh ddaaaaa Faaaah???. The overhead light silently went dark.
As time passed he thought of nothing. Not his phantom tentacles, nor the insessant pull of gravity persisting his attachemnt to the pavement, nor lights, sounds, smells, or emotion. No thoughts occured. He was elsewhere, floating through the ethers looking at everything and nothing, simply being. Realitys echoes seemed at such a distance they couldn’t exist in this place.