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Surrealist Writing No. 173: Equid Ink
by Vaperfox
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15 years ago
(Edit)New to my surrealist writing? Read this half-page guide to help you get started:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2075813/
This was written for the Thursday Prompt held by Poetigress, located here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2070134/
The prompt this week was "around the table."
I really enjoy how this story came out and am looking to submit it soon, along with a second, more intensive piece. If you like this work, take a look at some of my other surrealist pieces. For now, enjoy Equid Ink.
Word Count: 1377
Pages: 3.25 ( not as long as you think. =^.^= )On the day the television went out, the four tenants of apartment 417 were met with a surprise guest. A small black kitten appeared at their door along with a homeless man bundled up against winter. The man held out a rock to Blythe, the youngest tenant.
“Faith said she wanted you to have this, for your new play room.” The man said, gesturing to the kitten. Blythe nodded and accepted the gift as the man and cat walked off. It was only after she closed the door that Blythe realized the stranger had mentioned a play room which didn’t exist.
So Blythe gave up her room and placed the rock on a table in the center of it. She bunked with the very agreeable Julia, the wildest tenant, and they began to share dreams that very night.
It wasn’t long before Blythe and Julia began to bring their own things to the table in the play room. A hairdryer, a hockey puck, small fake bushes and two miniature model houses encircled the rock which was now the focus point of the play set.
Ellia, the resident feminine bovinist, started taping note pads to each new set of toys Julia and Blythe would assemble. On the pads, Ellia wrote conversations the toys had when the roommates would schedule their play dates. An intricate mythology began to develop around the accumulating articles.
Ola, the quiet tenant, finally spoke up and suggested that the table was too limiting. “The wall has the biggest surface area,” she said. So they started to fasten each new object to the wall as a vertical road map presented itself across the space of Blythe’s former room, where the closet now acted as a sort of sliding gate to a cavern when viewed from a horizontal position. All the terrifying things the tenants were too afraid to confront were placed in the closet cavern wall map, sealed into the dark. These items included a photo of graduation from Blythe, a package of condoms from Julia, a small rocking horse from Ola and a crumpled-up blank page from Ellia. Over time, the closet became a soothing reminder that any one of the four tenants could easily remove their fear by storing it out-of-sight and out-of-mind.
After a while, Ola thought the floor looked barren, so they started to add roads made of fabric with buildings constructed out of egg cartons, product boxes and even discarded homework. The pathways were large enough for them to step lightly across the streets as the buildings became skyscrapers and the skyline now touched a cotton-clouded ceiling ornamented in luminescent mini-planets of plush spheres. Small spaceships on string orbited the modules hanging above their heads while cartoon animal stickers glittered on the ceiling like celestial constellations glittering in space.
“It’s done,” Blythe finally said after four months of work. It was also the day a knock resounded at the front door.
His name was Wisk, the Youthful Winged.
“How old are you?” Blythe asked.
“Twenty-seven,” Wisk responded. “I’m a youthful adult, so my name is confusing to most people. I can smoke and drink, though I do not, but I am younger than most, though older than you.”
“I don’t see any wings,” Julia said and looked at Wisk’s rump. “But I do see a tail.”
“I’m a horse entrepreneur,” Wisk said. “I specialize in horses. Since horses age faster than people, at 27, I’d be ancient. But I’m neither human nor equine, so that doesn’t apply either. I’m simply a Wisk. May I come in?”
At a vote of three to zero, he was accepted. Ola didn’t vote because she was listening in silence.
When Wisk entered the apartment, he went straight to the playroom and gazed at the constructed map leading across the floor, ceiling, and every wall.
“I was here,” he said, pointing to the courtyard of the town in the center, where the table used to stand. The four tenants stood around him, elbows brushing skyscraper windows with miniature scenes tucked inside each one.
“We made this,” Blythe said.
“And I lived it,” Wisk answered, swishing his tail. Ola backed away and leaned against a false river on the window as heavy rain trickled down the glass.
“What did you see?” Julia asked. Ellia wrote in a small notepad with ink perpetually staining her fingers.
“It’s Blythe City, named after the person who donated room for the world,” Wisk said, holding Blythe’s hand. She grasped his momentarily before moving towards the closet doors covered in collapsible pop-up homes. Wisk followed her and motioned towards the hidden cavern behind the closed portal. Blythe stepped aside and Wisk opened the vertical gate as he popped on the light.
“I remember this place,” Wisk said. “People had a strong fear of leaving Blythe City and moving on to better places, but I kept telling them the river remained fresh through constant movement.” He nodded at Blythe before turning to Julia. “It may please you to know that, when down here in the caves, explorers move through latex tunnels meant to protect themselves.” He looked at the mountain of crumpled blank pages and then at Ellia. “I can’t tell you how many Voids I had to face from that gathering of Neverwas. Me and the other Blyans had to lead them to the glass river to drown the buggers, and let me tell you, it’s a long way through the demilitarized zone of the city.”
“Where’s that?” Blythe asked.
“Wherever a bare foot touches the ground,” Wisk said. The girls looked down and moved away from the inner city roads.
“Why are you here?” Ola asked, pressing dangerously close against the glass. It creaked from the pressure as the strain mixed with the pattering of naked droplets.
“Ola, my journey through Blythe City and Neverwas Caverns was far more treacherous than I’ve made it sound. I come from a place where every act of creation is multiplied upon manifestation. Destruction is not a daily part of life there, but I do know that it is part of this world.”
“Why come here? To our apartment?” Ola continued.
“Let me be honest with you,” Wisk said. “I have been a steed for many wonderful women over the years and have never thrown a single one. But you were bucked out of romance once, weren’t you?”
She nodded and looked down at the model stables crushed underfoot. She stepped onto the path and shook off the debris.
Wisk went over to the silent writer. “Ellia, could you paint me Appaloosa today?” The woman nodded with a smile as he undressed in the middle of the city. Ellia’s position and the buildings obscured the view for the other tenants as Blythe blushed and looked away while Julia tried to get a better angle.
Ellia’s fingers were perpetually inked. As she moved them over Wisk’s hands and feet, they became dark hooves which clacked whenever he moved them. She trailed over every inch of bare skin with a touch that changed his color to a chocolate brown at the flick of her wrist. She caressed his mouth and let the ink flow outward in defiance of gravity as she molded the hardened liquid into an open muzzle. She tossed up his hair as a mane and ears and led him by the hoof over to Ola.
She saw the beautiful stallion made just for her and gingerly stepped over to his vulnerable form, now dry, as she touched his muzzle. He whinnied a little and clopped in front of her as she smiled nervously at the opportunity for a mount. With a quick embrace, she cuddled the Equid Ink close as the rocking horse in the closet broke from its position and fell to the floor where it rested at the edge of the city. Wisk led Ola to the apartment door where she waved goodbye to her friends and rode off into the night.
Julia turned to Ellia. “Can you do that with us, too?” Ellia nodded.
Excitedly, the bunkmates Blythe and Julia brought two animal photos to Ellia and blushed eagerly. Ellia motioned to Blythe City where the two entered as she put down her notepad, looked at the pictures, and began.
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2075813/
This was written for the Thursday Prompt held by Poetigress, located here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2070134/
The prompt this week was "around the table."
I really enjoy how this story came out and am looking to submit it soon, along with a second, more intensive piece. If you like this work, take a look at some of my other surrealist pieces. For now, enjoy Equid Ink.
Word Count: 1377
Pages: 3.25 ( not as long as you think. =^.^= )On the day the television went out, the four tenants of apartment 417 were met with a surprise guest. A small black kitten appeared at their door along with a homeless man bundled up against winter. The man held out a rock to Blythe, the youngest tenant.
“Faith said she wanted you to have this, for your new play room.” The man said, gesturing to the kitten. Blythe nodded and accepted the gift as the man and cat walked off. It was only after she closed the door that Blythe realized the stranger had mentioned a play room which didn’t exist.
So Blythe gave up her room and placed the rock on a table in the center of it. She bunked with the very agreeable Julia, the wildest tenant, and they began to share dreams that very night.
It wasn’t long before Blythe and Julia began to bring their own things to the table in the play room. A hairdryer, a hockey puck, small fake bushes and two miniature model houses encircled the rock which was now the focus point of the play set.
Ellia, the resident feminine bovinist, started taping note pads to each new set of toys Julia and Blythe would assemble. On the pads, Ellia wrote conversations the toys had when the roommates would schedule their play dates. An intricate mythology began to develop around the accumulating articles.
Ola, the quiet tenant, finally spoke up and suggested that the table was too limiting. “The wall has the biggest surface area,” she said. So they started to fasten each new object to the wall as a vertical road map presented itself across the space of Blythe’s former room, where the closet now acted as a sort of sliding gate to a cavern when viewed from a horizontal position. All the terrifying things the tenants were too afraid to confront were placed in the closet cavern wall map, sealed into the dark. These items included a photo of graduation from Blythe, a package of condoms from Julia, a small rocking horse from Ola and a crumpled-up blank page from Ellia. Over time, the closet became a soothing reminder that any one of the four tenants could easily remove their fear by storing it out-of-sight and out-of-mind.
After a while, Ola thought the floor looked barren, so they started to add roads made of fabric with buildings constructed out of egg cartons, product boxes and even discarded homework. The pathways were large enough for them to step lightly across the streets as the buildings became skyscrapers and the skyline now touched a cotton-clouded ceiling ornamented in luminescent mini-planets of plush spheres. Small spaceships on string orbited the modules hanging above their heads while cartoon animal stickers glittered on the ceiling like celestial constellations glittering in space.
“It’s done,” Blythe finally said after four months of work. It was also the day a knock resounded at the front door.
His name was Wisk, the Youthful Winged.
“How old are you?” Blythe asked.
“Twenty-seven,” Wisk responded. “I’m a youthful adult, so my name is confusing to most people. I can smoke and drink, though I do not, but I am younger than most, though older than you.”
“I don’t see any wings,” Julia said and looked at Wisk’s rump. “But I do see a tail.”
“I’m a horse entrepreneur,” Wisk said. “I specialize in horses. Since horses age faster than people, at 27, I’d be ancient. But I’m neither human nor equine, so that doesn’t apply either. I’m simply a Wisk. May I come in?”
At a vote of three to zero, he was accepted. Ola didn’t vote because she was listening in silence.
When Wisk entered the apartment, he went straight to the playroom and gazed at the constructed map leading across the floor, ceiling, and every wall.
“I was here,” he said, pointing to the courtyard of the town in the center, where the table used to stand. The four tenants stood around him, elbows brushing skyscraper windows with miniature scenes tucked inside each one.
“We made this,” Blythe said.
“And I lived it,” Wisk answered, swishing his tail. Ola backed away and leaned against a false river on the window as heavy rain trickled down the glass.
“What did you see?” Julia asked. Ellia wrote in a small notepad with ink perpetually staining her fingers.
“It’s Blythe City, named after the person who donated room for the world,” Wisk said, holding Blythe’s hand. She grasped his momentarily before moving towards the closet doors covered in collapsible pop-up homes. Wisk followed her and motioned towards the hidden cavern behind the closed portal. Blythe stepped aside and Wisk opened the vertical gate as he popped on the light.
“I remember this place,” Wisk said. “People had a strong fear of leaving Blythe City and moving on to better places, but I kept telling them the river remained fresh through constant movement.” He nodded at Blythe before turning to Julia. “It may please you to know that, when down here in the caves, explorers move through latex tunnels meant to protect themselves.” He looked at the mountain of crumpled blank pages and then at Ellia. “I can’t tell you how many Voids I had to face from that gathering of Neverwas. Me and the other Blyans had to lead them to the glass river to drown the buggers, and let me tell you, it’s a long way through the demilitarized zone of the city.”
“Where’s that?” Blythe asked.
“Wherever a bare foot touches the ground,” Wisk said. The girls looked down and moved away from the inner city roads.
“Why are you here?” Ola asked, pressing dangerously close against the glass. It creaked from the pressure as the strain mixed with the pattering of naked droplets.
“Ola, my journey through Blythe City and Neverwas Caverns was far more treacherous than I’ve made it sound. I come from a place where every act of creation is multiplied upon manifestation. Destruction is not a daily part of life there, but I do know that it is part of this world.”
“Why come here? To our apartment?” Ola continued.
“Let me be honest with you,” Wisk said. “I have been a steed for many wonderful women over the years and have never thrown a single one. But you were bucked out of romance once, weren’t you?”
She nodded and looked down at the model stables crushed underfoot. She stepped onto the path and shook off the debris.
Wisk went over to the silent writer. “Ellia, could you paint me Appaloosa today?” The woman nodded with a smile as he undressed in the middle of the city. Ellia’s position and the buildings obscured the view for the other tenants as Blythe blushed and looked away while Julia tried to get a better angle.
Ellia’s fingers were perpetually inked. As she moved them over Wisk’s hands and feet, they became dark hooves which clacked whenever he moved them. She trailed over every inch of bare skin with a touch that changed his color to a chocolate brown at the flick of her wrist. She caressed his mouth and let the ink flow outward in defiance of gravity as she molded the hardened liquid into an open muzzle. She tossed up his hair as a mane and ears and led him by the hoof over to Ola.
She saw the beautiful stallion made just for her and gingerly stepped over to his vulnerable form, now dry, as she touched his muzzle. He whinnied a little and clopped in front of her as she smiled nervously at the opportunity for a mount. With a quick embrace, she cuddled the Equid Ink close as the rocking horse in the closet broke from its position and fell to the floor where it rested at the edge of the city. Wisk led Ola to the apartment door where she waved goodbye to her friends and rode off into the night.
Julia turned to Ellia. “Can you do that with us, too?” Ellia nodded.
Excitedly, the bunkmates Blythe and Julia brought two animal photos to Ellia and blushed eagerly. Ellia motioned to Blythe City where the two entered as she put down her notepad, looked at the pictures, and began.
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