The alchemist sat glumly on the stone floor tapping at the edge of the chalk circle. It’s not that he didn’t want to leave, but his legs just didn’t want to go past the edge. Beyond the ring were walls that operated two dimensions further than his eyes allowed, painted in the chartreuse of madness. A demon sat in a chair, grinning, the layers of his teeth grinding against each other. It rubbed between its tentacles a lock of the alchemist’s hair.
“Well?” Said the alchemist impatiently.
“I just wanted you to see what it felt like,” said the demon.
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Saturday, June 11, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
100/100 -8-
“So what went wrong?”
“Nothing! I swear! The doll was made from the finest porcelain, fired in the tradition of the great alchemists, painted with the wishes of little girls, and the tears of the women they would become. The glass of her eyes were made from the sands of time. Her hair was threaded gold. The mechanisms within formed the essences of the tree of life, the jewels fixing them in place were iterations of chakras. She would have been a living automaton. A perfect daughter.”
“And the winding mechanism?”
“Grenade timer. Do you think that was the problem?”
“Nothing! I swear! The doll was made from the finest porcelain, fired in the tradition of the great alchemists, painted with the wishes of little girls, and the tears of the women they would become. The glass of her eyes were made from the sands of time. Her hair was threaded gold. The mechanisms within formed the essences of the tree of life, the jewels fixing them in place were iterations of chakras. She would have been a living automaton. A perfect daughter.”
“And the winding mechanism?”
“Grenade timer. Do you think that was the problem?”
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