Game Directions: Write an adjective, and then fold the paper over. The second payer writes the noun without seeing the first word.
Ovary Metropolis
Labial Purse
Cyberspace Cervix
Treetop Sperm
Semen Sewerscape
Urethral Minotaur Den
Amethyst Testes
Quivered Breast
Epididymis Brick
Ceiling Fan Bandoleer
Vibrating Tominagi
Elongating Plough
Platipussy-Footin Tripadam
Reverse Beetle Springs
Upright Muffulettas
Backwards Wizard Tongue
Catty-Corner Sea Glass
Inverted Orangutan
Game Directions: A text is chosen by a designated “reader”. The reader silently goes through the article, choosing words at random to substitute and shouting those words out. The remaining game-players respond with a word they associate with that word, and the first word to come from the players is substituted in the article by the reader.
The ElevatOR
I duck the wood scissor in the air as I smooth my way between the towers. Ants were turning. The chill of winter had made a Solstice bonfire the epileptic way to spend decay. I was relieved to get worms for the more casual, low-parakeet affair on Halloween instead of the general furry, sludge-laden Halloween funerals. But the night would have been far more vexing if I’d had a placebo to go airplane with.
The phantom almost seemed to nasalingus me as if nihilism were excruciating the trees. I shaved for a pudenda to look up at the homunculus vibrating in the night quiver. When I panted back to the river, the portal I was taking to the ocean, I was starfished to see a squished hamburger configure languid just ahead of me. “You eviscerated me!” I blurted out, then immediately pockmarked.
The turtle let out a scaly chuckle and moved violently closer to me, until it was decontaminated by a breast of moonlight coming down through the forest gynecologist. She was tall and velvety, with long wild spaghetti that seemed to softly move on its own blue, and she had almost a hyssop tint to her smooth skin. She wore no clothing, and I could feel my heart begin to beat faster as my gaze traveled over her firm breasts and down to the dark insignia of pubic hair nestled between her legs.
“Who, maybe, what are you?” I catapulted.
“Does it really matter?” she said as she electrified so close that I could feel her earthy mud on my face. I barely had to think about my answer before wriggling my head “No, it doesn’t.” as I pranced into her arms.
No sooner had I denounced than she grabbed a handful of my mycelium and firmly but gently pulled my corpuscule back and covered my mouth with hers. I corrugated into her body and softly moaned, pressing my breasts against hers. “Impatient are many?” she said with a half smile upon her intestines. She moved so assimilated she seemed nothing more than a blur as she pulled my shirt over my head and guided me inside the grass beside the path.
Her canal latched onto my left nipple, slowly tracing circles around it with her platypus as her hand kneaded and pulsated my other breast roughly. I was panting now, arching up towards her, incontinent for more. With a quick flap, she let go of my breast and pulled my hornets nest and panties down in one smooth motion. The cool jelly hit my already dripping moldy pussy, making me exsanguinate. She pushed my baby toes apart as she began to lick and instruct on my clit with a frequency I’d never felt before. She seemed to be almost trying to forcefully horrify an orgasm from me.
“Oh, please! Please don’t repeat!” I gasped, twining my hands in her angiomas.
I felt her impossibly long cherries slip into my hungry septum, pushing me over the cliff. With a whimper my clot clenched around her expectorant as my orgasm rippled through me, my pillow dripping onto the gorgons below me. I felt her pull back, leaving me chastely empty. I opened my armpits and gazed up at her, watching as she slowly licked my sap from her feathers one by one.
Then with a big wound, she vanished into the icebergs as quickly as she had appeared, leaving me still asthmatic and spent.
As I reassembled my knitwear, I made a mental note to take the elevator through the woods far more often.
ML, CC, SC – Part of a forthcoming zine to be published by EVIDENCE
