Once again, it’s a shorter story with pretty one-dimensional characters. Longer stories are in the works. If you’re wondering about the title, thi... is the first entry in my new and audacious project. I’m planning to write a story inspired by each song from The Magnetic Fields’ incredible ’69 Love Songs’ album. How much the stories match the songs will vary. This one’s pretty detached since it was started before the project. The next one will truly be inspired by its song. As my boss likes to. From where they watched at the edge of the forest, all that Mak and his scouts could see at first was a cloud of dust that moved to the sound of drums and deepthroated horns.He sent hurried orders for his scouts to fall back as squads of fast runners armed with light spears led the way, scouting carefully ahead to flush out any possible ambush. Columns of heavily armed soldiers came next, followed by men and what few ponies they had packing heavy loads. More squads of lightly armed men guarded. Anish looked down, still too stunned to speak or react.He saw the remains of several eggs; oddly shaped eggs, longish rather than oval, and almost angular at the ends. He had seen them before in documentaries on National Geographic and Discovery Channel: Snake eggs."You fucked up its nest," Irfan said.Then he looked up at Anish's face. And grinned."Better not lick your lips, man. That isn't pussy juice on your ugly mug!"The other guys roared when they heard the whole story. When Irfan described. His penis stood proudly out from his groin. Alan, I realised, was leaning down with one hand to finger Sophie, who was now on her back, legs apart, knees raised. (He told me later that she was already oozing juices before he even touched her.)At a point where Berlioz’s orchestration demanded a sonorous contribution from the full orchestra, Sophie pushed Alan’s hand away, carefully rose to her feet and climbed on to Fritz’s lap. She remained there for most of the first act, almost imperceptibly.
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