Sparks of Insanity

Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction

Spit Fire

I’m not sure he was really a man. At first it was like a cat trying to hack up a hairball. That’s the best way I can put it. Like he was trying to make himself throw up. Then when it seemed he would succeed, he made sure to clamp his mouth closed. Staring into my eyes, I watched on as his mouth seemed to fill with what I thought was glowing vomit. Not something I’d ever seen before, but I could take that in comfortably enough. Maybe he had eaten something luminious just to pull this trick off. But when his mouth was full he opened it and the goop that fell out wasn’t just glowing. It was on fire.


2 comments on “Spit Fire

  1. Things I Think.
    November 18, 2014

    Loving these micro tales so far. Thanks for the visit also 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

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“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
~William Shakespeare

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