The Hunt

The jungle of my dreams was rancid and eternal.
From somewhere in the distance I could hear howler monkeys; Not because there were any in my jungle but because that's the way jungles were percieved in my mind.
I crept through tall grass and overhanging trees meeting no life besides the plants and the muck that sucked my feet deeper into the false reality.
Without warning, a twig snapped and I saw the tiger with one eye yellow and one eye blue.
She looked at me and i looked back recognizing these eyes like an old friend.
Although i was hidden in a bush, when she looked at me, the whole world turned to black, except for 2 illuminated forms, as we were alone and together at the same time.
"I love you," i said, realizing who she was, and i strung my bow.

Achoo!

"a... Aaa..."
The walls began to shake and a tall, gaunt man began to sniffle at the end of one of the few wings of the Dharma Home for The Telekinetically Challenged.
The green soot covered wall paper began to peel and fly around the room. A vicious tornado began to form and object seemed to move violently around and around of their own free will.
"AAA..."
He looked over at the desk, sniffled and screamed, "i wish this room damn room wasn't so damn dusty" through a large metal door and sniffles in between.
"AAAAAAA..."
The man jerked his head down as if trying to keep himself from sneezing and a desk crushed into the concrete floor as pieces of wood leaped into the air and joined the swirling mess of wall paper and a few lamps; all of the mess, in pieces, and still violently circling, in the air.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
The moment before it exploded, the ward was exceptionally quiet, then for the average person the last thing that they might have heard was "CHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
From a distance, he swore he could hear the other patients (those who had learned to control their innate telekinetic minds, no doubt) floating gently back to the hospital as the hospital warden sat in front of him, at a desk, writing, and surrounded by a few telekinetic nurses blocking debris.
He looked up for a moment and then back down.
"Gesundheit... again... Mr. pepper," he said, "Here are your transfer papers. I hope you have enjoyed your stay, I cannot say the same for myself or my thrice destroyed hospital."

It's a marvelous night for a moon dance

The breeze blew in from the great atlantic and the boardwalk was dead like an apocalyptic street.
He heard, from a distance, its coming.
When it got there, he was hardly surprised.
"You do have to cause a show, don't you fvamilla?" He said.
"And what host would bring her syre to an empty beach without at least a brief display of the talents he bestowed?" she said.
"You filthy bitch," He replied obstinately.
The moon glowed full behind the clouds and the stars also hid behind the gaseous giants.
"I'm helpless. The moon isn't out. Let's just get this over with, shall we?" he said.
"You? Powerless? Why you're only at half power you dirty dirty beast! Now give me what i want!"
She lunged at him, throwing him off the boardwalk and into the sand, their bodies becoming a ball of sand and then, of fur and sand; their ragged clothes becoming a tattered mess. When finally, two naked human-looking creatures walked through the surf, he said, "i really hate having sex."
"you're probably the only one," she said.
"not of our kind," He objected coyly.
"Have you met others?" she teased.
"No but..."
Just then, a police officer, on late night patrol (no doubt), spotted the couple. Being that they were naked, on the beach after hours, and alone; this policeman must have thought to himself he would be hailed a hero for the indecency he was about to halt in its evil tracks.
"As much as i hate this late night rousing, it does make me terribly hungry, You?" He smiled.
"I could eat," she laughed.
In a motion to quick for the human eye, and resembling a trail of black smoke all three disappeared.
The breeze blew in from the great atlantic and the boardwalk was dead like an apocalyptic street.