Crazy Management can drive you insane, especially if they act like different people everyday. One day they will be nice and let you do your job, the next day a total switch of personality. The second day of my job I made two small mistakes on an order and instead of teaching me how to fix or explain how to do the job correctly, they decided that I would not go near that section again until I could be trusted. I couldn’t even get a straight answer on if I was hired or not. So by the fifth day of uncertainty I took another job offer and pretty sure I made the right decision here.
“Get that beast on the ramp!” Yelled Grady. “Make sure to secure the box or there will be hell to pay!”
The lackeys struggled with the chains as the creature fought to free itself of this indignation.
A blackened hoof connected with a jaw and the heavy thud upon the ground meant one more down.
Grady pulled the cat o nine and the beasts nostrils flared and a low growl emanated from its gut, that caused great pause with the workers.
The chains slacked and gnashing of teeth and hooves brought even more hunters down.
“Ah hell!” Grady cursed as he looked into the eyes of the man eater. “Damn Unicorns.”
Hands grasped the edge of the decrepit well, as knees sank deep into the damp earth and chilled him to the bone. Strong hard working hands steadied him, as wise young eyes gazed back from the depths of the mirror, so untouched for decades. Old weathered hands gently touched the perfect surface and disrupted its timeless rest. Such determined eyes, that began to water and the precious liquid streaked down a lifetime and gently fell into the pool. Hopeful eyes that smiled and watched the gentleness of the ripples expand through a promise he had made. He shifted and leaned his back against the well and the musty earth enveloped his senses as tired eyes looked to the heavens, his oath kept.
Dedicated to my Grandfather
There was only one thing left to do as she pulled the frozen weeds from the ground as she cleared the way to the old stump. She was numb from the bitter cold that enveloped around her and calloused fingers no longer responded to touch. The tough moss that adorned the stump held the ritual pot in place that had been laid there many years ago. Grains mixed with blood and honey were placed in the bowl and the mystic said a prayer for the town.
It watched her from the treeline as she performed the yearly ceremony. Saddened that they had remembered their due diligence and promise. he shook his head and stamped blackened hooves and moved on to the next mark on his route.
“There they are.” whispered Mable. “The best mushrooms in the world.”
Silky crumpled her nose up in disgust. “You mean it is actually growing out of dirt.”
“I don’t like eating dirty things.” Silky complained.
Mable laughed and quickly covered her mouth. “We must be quiet or he will catch us
and besides they are not for us.” She whispered to her friend.
Silky nodded and watched as Mable picked the large mushrooms with slender fingers.
Once picked , Mable motioned for them to leave quickly by putting a finger over pink lips.
When they were on the cobblestone path back to the villa Silky looked at her cousin. “Why are these the best?
“That is where my father buries the little ones he kills in secret.” Mable paused a moment and then continued. “I think it is
only fair to make him eat from the remains don’t you.”
Devoted, she followed behind, to guard, to protect and to love. Her young wards never saw it coming as a flash of hoof and teeth emerged from forests edge. She dug her canines into the cannon and the creature screamed in pain and tried to shake off the dogs grip. The two girls Huddled behind a tree on the wayside and covered their ears to drown out the cries.
Then silence ensued and the cynanthrope nudged the older girl to get them moving again.
They quickly passed the horned menace that lay still upon the tracks, its white fur covered in crimson.
Devoted, she shadowed them as their shepherd.
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It sat silent in the display case as thousands marched in front of the massive rock structure with Little faces that pressed their noses to the glass. Many tried to make out the colors and guess what the long jagged teeth were. Then it came to Exxon, its final resting place among st the other relics that lay here. As night fell the facets started to glow and the core blinked for a moment and then it was all gone. Lamentation for the town was great as was the mystery for the cause.
“Did it work?” Asked the little mole.
“Yes indeed it did.” Answered the scientist mole. “That will teach them to steal our shinies.”
It was a meticulous work, this maze he constructed especially for them. Many secrets, many souls captured here, forever roaming with no exit in mind. Their voices taken from them all the while wailing in silence, his beautiful,flowers all buried neatly in a row. Carefully tended in clandestine style he prepared another place for her. The snow white daisies sat in anticipation of their newly awaited beloved. He perched upon the flower engraved stool whilst the bride blinded by his love made her way through the coiled aisle.
She stood still upon the shoreline as her lot was cast thoughtfully in the sand. The Icosahedron whirled and hummed before it completely stopped. Small nimble fingers scooped up the cube and she observed the numbers and letters that lighted up on its many sides. The landscaped changed and twisted about her as the focus of shapes came and went, she gripped the Icosahedron even tighter afraid to lose it. The world stilled and she found herself on the beach in a different time. She stared at the vessel with her incandescent green eyes and sighed. Cold sand slipped in around her toes as she ventured toward the boat. Deciding to try something different she carefully climbed into the musty smelling pile of rot and held her lot out. About to cast the die she felt different and caught movement in the shadow of her mind’s eye.