Storystyling : Unsmoked Books (1 / one)

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There is a character in the story named 3.

--Hey, wass yo name?

--3.

--When were you born?

--3.

--Whadafuck art thou talkin about?

--Fuck off!

Twas a lonesome character. Isolated in the lonely universe of his/her story. Or, so the story and the universe look like to an eye desensitized to literary subtleties.

--Little one, behave!

--Wow to u, number-named stories!

--Verily.

Moonlight years passed at the speed of a jupiter’s dream. Time condensed in foggy nodes breathing gaseous compounds stashed for the oversaturation of particulates known and unknown. Unpleasant for sure. Stash for sure. Make it easier.

--Me no likes it.

--Little one, watchya tongue!

--Wass yo name?

--Hey!!!

--Wow to u, number-named stories!

--Verily.

Foggy knots like eyelashes disentangling the mucus encrusting the slit amid the baggy skin bubble. Like the tongue glued to the palate after a piece of baklava, halva, heavy cream-chocolate cake, washed down with half a liter of spook—home brewed, years of dedicated combining of flavors, and—voila! Like fingers after an hour of sticky indulgence in the wrestling with a fluffy, wooly sweet monster called cotton candy…dreaming of water, and yet, hoping not to find a tap too soon.

--How would thou likes yo water?

--A glass, please.

---There you go.

---Kesenem sepen. Thanks yous so very much.