Evil Gal Productions

Mere Smith
is a recovering Southerner,
longtime TV writer,
author and blogger.
July 25th, 2011 by Mere Smith

The Washed-Out Lands

First: A big Happy Birthday to my little sister and brother.  You’re lucky I’ve let you live this long.

Second: And now for something completely different.

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All photographs © Mark Richardson

As far as last sights went, Sarah could have done worse.

If only her head would stop bleeding.

If only he wasn’t coming back.

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Fifty years ago, those idiot humans had known

what they’d trapped.

Fifty more, and there would be no one to remember.

Both of Them counted on it.

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The storm approached like vengeance.

The trees went pale and bowed their heads.

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Nobody in town could figure out why he kept building onto that place.

But he knew.

More bodies, more room.

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And at last,

when winter came to the oasis,

the Frost Nomads redecorated.

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What happens

when God

scratches his dandruff.

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