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Get it? EHehhHehHeHhEheHehhehEHheHHEHehEHHEheHehehHEHhehehHEHheheheheHEHheheheE! It's Victoria Day, you fucking asshole. That's it. Run the jewels. - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - the giant goat: a story - aster - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - once there was a giant goat, who lived across the hill from a well. every day he marched over the hill to get to the well for the water he needed. one day, instead of going over the hill he went around it. he had never done this before. when he was about one fourth of the way around the hill he met an old man carrying a large walking stick and a basket of turnips. this angered the goat. what if the man used the large walking stick to pop one of his eyes out?? he quickly ran by the man, accidentally kicking dust in his face. a little way more around the hill, the giant goat met a little girl with golden hair in blue ribbons and a little dress with lace. the girl smiled at the goat, and he ran to her and screamed "WHAT HAVE YOU PLANNED FOR ME?" and the girl looked at him, smiled again, and walked to the right, where there was a sharp drop to the river and rocks below. she turned and smiled again before jumping over the side. the goat rushed to the side just to see the little girl's body smash into the rocks and water. he smiled to himself, continued around the hill to the well, and got his water. the end. - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - Ingrid's Response - Margarina Cataclysma - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - "It is early yet," Bessie said. "You can't verily expect him home so soon." But Ingrid slammed the door so hard that it unhinged itself a little bit at the top when it rebounded back from its frame. Bessie said to her salad, "Yes she has always had a cauldron a 'brewing, that one." And the salad assuredly agreed. Bessie teased some strands from the pile of green, skewered a tomato, put it all into her mouth and chewed. With lassitude, she stared at the ceiling. Outside in the yard Ingrid thunked the axe into the thick stump. Bessie heard the gentle clinking of the chain links as they separated. And again, and again, and yet again, the sounds repeated themselves. Bessie took a long slow drink of water, and set her glass down beside her plate, in the cool ring of water that it had sat in before she lifted it to her mouth. Ingrid yanked the screen door open again, pulled it closed behind her and latched it. "Well, that's that then. I've released the beast hounds." And she put herself to folding the linens that she and Bessie had washed that morning, then hung on the branches of the willows to dry. The crisp sheets smelled like open prairie. The End. - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - A Midsummer Night - BMC - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - It was a midsummer night, too hot to dream, so I found myself wandering the streets. There was nothing going on in the city. A police car crawled past the darkened shop windows, silent. I hadn't seen another walker all night. I made my way, winding up and down sidewalks like a vine on an urban lattice, sprawling out over the asphalt. With no signs of life radiating, I was starting to lose my sense of direction. The sight of an all-night coffee shop. Flipping my velcro wallet open, I counted the change and had enough for an iced cappuccino. For three dollars, I could buy thirty seconds of some clerk's time, hear her say, "Hi, how can I help you?" and, "That'll be two-ninety-six." That would be the price of human interaction. When I delivered my big line, "I-I-I'll have an um iced cappuccino," I might stumble under the weight of the words. After getting my drink from the automaton, I sat down to the remainder of my evening. First sip and I was already catching a caffeine buzz; this was going to be a long night. That's when I noticed I wasn't alone. Facing me from the next table was a man with long grey hair and a stubby cigar, peering at me over the top of his book: "Who's Who in Baton Twirling: 1967." I thought of ignoring him, but instead flashed him a smile. He put the book down and came over to my table. "Hi," he said, introducing himself to me as Oberon, King of the Fairies. Cool. "So Oberon," I said, "If you don't mind my asking, what brings the fairy king to this coffee shop at three in the morning?" Apparently, his practice in earlier times was to live in forests and cast spells, but with the advent of industrialism, his wife, Titania, had encouraged him to move to the city and enjoy the benefits of technology. She had been killed in a car accident five years ago. He was dying of cancer. My iced cappuccino had melted by this point. He cast a spell to fix it. "And what brings you here tonight?" he offered. I told him about my life situation. I described my apartment to him. I gave him a list of the girls I dated in high school and the ones I wanted to date but never got a chance to. I told him how friends were so easy to come by and how I moved away thinking it was time to start a new life, how I spend whole nights looking for heartbeats, hoping that I'll see a familiar face in a shop window or standing by a streetlight. "I've got magic, you know. I can give you whatever you want," he said, sliding his hand over my knee. I jerked away. I said, "Listen, I'd have to think about it. I don't have any wishes off the top of my head. It's getting light already, and I really should be going." He told me to come back the next night, maybe we could think of something together, something better than loneliness. "Thanks," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow then." I ran most of the way home, my eye constantly trained over my shoulder. After watching a bit of some old movie on TV, my eyes grew so heavy that I hardly even noticed the walk to the bed. (to be continued) - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - The Neo-Comintern Magazine / Online Magazine is seeking submissions. Unpublished stories and articles of an unusual, experimental, or anti-capitalist nature are wanted. Contributors are encouraged to submit works incorporating any or all of the following: Musings, Delvings into Philosophy, Flights of Fancy, Freefall Selections, and Tales of General Mirth. The more creative and astray from the norm, the better. 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