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[DrPoo]

Long time since last i finished any kind of writing but here it is:

'Rotten smell and decay over the rural town of Kyllinge'
21:09 27-02-2012 By DrPoo

It was night, around 21 or so when a Volvo V70 drove through the barren streets of Kyllinge.
It was very foggy, and a foul odor lingered in the air. Traffic lights blinking in vain, for no ones gain.
Street lights and lanterns lighting up the empty park. Every little grave but one lain darkened in the shade of the trees.
This single grave, dimly lit by the faint light of one single candle. It was the grave of a recently deceased car salesman, he died in a crash.
The only bright lights came from the local gas station, a shopkeeper and a local electrician. Out on the road there was only the single V70 on the road.
The mist, the new moon and the dark clouds devoured the surroundings in an impenetrable darkness, blackened the road and made reality itself disappear into the dark.
And so did my mind, and my will to be, gone with the subtle winds out in the lonely dead fields of blackened raining winter Denmark.

And with the disappearance of one cosmos, another took its appearance.
A strange twilit netherworld consumed by a grey light that is not.
Where the shadespeople, ghasts and the restless haugr reside.
Where everything rots forever.

[Nospherat]

...something rotten in the state of Denmark


It stirred, it twitched and squirmed in the moist, dark, filth that was the air within the wooden confines. Clenched fists extended into bony claws, scraping, scraping at the damp wood, ruining the intricate empire-maze the woodworms had carved, fat, white, engorged with spoiled cellulose. As one board gave away, a flood of of mother earth filled every corner of the rectangular wooden universe, vomiting its rot towards the empty streets.

First one hand, then a second, grabbed at the air, swiped towards the outer universe, and eventually with one titanic effort, extracted the emaciated once-human from the wooden box universe.

One wobbly step after another, empty white eyes, dragging its feet, shuffling at a slow yet steady pace on the quiet streets, the curious expired being made its way through the narrow streets. It would moan, but its broken teeth mouth is still filled with earth. It is however falling away, one small gurgle at a time and soon, while sinking its sharp teeth shards into the first victim, it will let out a bilious, visceral groan...

Braaaaaainssss...

Sorry, I had to do it. I was inspired by your writing. I hope you don't mind.