So there was this guy who was walking along, minding his own business when all of sudden a cat in a jumpsuit jumped out of nowhere, bit the hand of the guy and then motioned for the guy to follow.
As one step was taken by the guy, who could not abate his curiosity, another shortly followed.
As the cat moved, so did the guy. Despite his feet ever-so-slowly melting with each step and gradually becoming one with the footpath, he continued to push on forward as he wanted to see the mysteries of what the cat held and the revelations that it could offer.
Eventually his pace began to slow and he lost sight of the cat. Faster now the guy sunk into the footpath.
“Oh bother” the guy muttered, for there was little he could do about his predicament and the end of him was night.
Unfortunately the end was not nigh. There was more to come and the guy knew not of the fact that this was the case, and indeed verily so.
So of course he was not actually melting but phasing into another world, where he fell from the sky and hurtled toward the ground. Or perhaps it was the ground and he was hurtling toward the sky.
The guy tumbled as he fell, or rose and accelerated toward his destination as it grew larger, or smaller the closer he came.
The guy passed through the object and found himself safely landing as his flayed skin reattached itself one cell at a time.
The distance from where he was before to where he was now was great and the gy knew not where to go from hear.
There was a little confusion and fright, but there had to be action and the guy knew not what the best action was, so he walked up to the closest flamingo that he could see and socked it in the face.
Of course the flamingo was not quite happy with this, and so it was on.
There was a a fight. There was VIOLENCE of an extraordinary nature and the fighting was intense in ways that one could not normally envision.
No one was the victor and the peoples of the land cried out in mourning for the loss of their innocence, for now nothing would ever be the same again.
The sun rendered the scene hard, drawing shadows long and casting colour across the sky like a blanket smothering a bed.
The drama was magnificent and the waterfalls yawned the gaping maw that they had always possessed.
Eventually the fighting stopped and the guy, dusting himself off, walked away to try and work out where he was next meant to go.
The cat appeared.
“Well, aren’t you going to keep up?”
Shocked, but unsurprised the guy began to follow the cat once more.
Once more to somewhere where he knew not what the outcome of the journey would be, but in knowing that there may be answers.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:35:75
I like the absurdity of the above text.
Could have been better, but I do think it is not bad.
Written at home.