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"Five Tiny Dwarves, a Circle, a Cat, and the Girl Who Saw it All (Part 3 - Unedited/Unfinished)" by C. Jake Cordova The girl ran into the woods and fell immediately into a giant hole in the ground. She could see very little of anything on her way down but from the roots and pebbles striking her face she assumed the hole went deep underneath the earth's surface. On her way down she nearly toppled onto the tiny dwarf who had chased after his hat. "Hello!" she said as they fell. "I came looking after you and there you are!" The dwarf looked up at the girl, both of his hands clenched tightly around his orange cap. "Hello." He offered. "We're falling!" "Yes, we are." Replied the girl. "Do you know where to?" "Not really. Somewhere down below." Not soon after that the two landed in what appeared to be a giant pile of goose feathers. The girl suffered minor bruises on her arm but the dwarf seemed fine. In fact, he was already up and running towards a wooden staircase. "This way." He called, and disappeared behind a tiny wooden door. The girl watched him close the door and crawled as fast as she could towards the staircase. She got to her feet on the way up and opened the wooden door. On the other side was a brightly lit room with a wooden table standing alone against the wall. The dwarf was nowhere to be seen and the girl was feeling put out by his quick abandonment. After all, she'd gone into the woods to make sure he was all right and he goes running off without her. Hmph! The girl walked cautiously towards the table and gasped as the floor gave way underneath her feet. She slid down an immense metal slide twisting this way and that, surrounded by bright red colors. It might have been fun if she knew it was coming, but the swiftness of it startled her and she screamed all the way down. Soon the ride was over and she was again flopped into a brightly lit room, this one hyper-violet with dark circles on the wall. Quickly, she got to her feet and did not dare take a step for fear she might again fall deeper into the underground. "Hello?" she called out, hoping with all of her heart to hear the little dwarf's reply. But only silence called back to her. Complete and hot in its stillness. "Is anybody there?" As she waited for a reply she quickly scanned the room. Her eyes must have been playing a trick on her because the circles on the walls seemed to be moving. They wiggled and bounced against each other falling up into the ceiling. The girl followed a circle with her eyes up the side of one wall. To her astonishment, as saw the circle move through the ceiling and continue upwards into a misty hue. Without hesitation, the girl grabbed hold of the next large circle and clung to it with all of her strength. She put her feet into other circles coming up from the floor and was easily lifted out of the room into the misty glow above… THE END 11-11-2002 "Squished" by C. Jake Cordova "I'll keep that in mind." The larger woman said as she filled up her paper cup with diet soda. "Have you heard from your mom?" The person she was speaking to seemed distracted. He said "No." in a matter-of-fact way but had his eyes focused across the room on the window. "What are you looking at?" the woman asked, somewhat amused. "Oh," he replied, startled. "nothing." As the two left the bagel shop, I looked over my shoulder to see what in fact the man had seen. Of course, I wasn't prepared for the horror that filled my eyes. There, squished up against the outside of the glass window was a giant-sized body of a nude woman. Her breasts were impossibly smooshed up against the window as well as her thighs and stomach. She looked as though she had crash-landed into the glass pane at 100 miles per hour. Her face was on its side, pushing her cheek hard into the glass. I gasped and stood up, but nobody else in the shop noticed. I looked for the man who had walked out, but he was already gone. He had seen it! I know he had, but he told the woman at the soda fountain that he hadn't seen anything. Why can't any of these people see it? My God, it's enormous! Without warning, the body moved. First, its head peeled away from the pane. Then, slowly the thighs, then at last, her breasts lifted up. In no manor of speaking was I ready for what happened next. It looked so… unnatural, but I swear to God the woman crawled up the side of the bagel shop using her bosoms as front legs, and the thick of her thighs as back legs. Her actual limbs dangled motionless as she moved up the window. Horrified, I ran outside to keep sight of her. I noticed another similar creature already on the roof. The woman was crawling towards her! I started walking backwards to get a better view when I felt something pass by my legs. As I instinctively put my arm out to keep from tripping, I felt my hand seep into a sticky, wet coldness. As I turned my head to look, (although somehow I already knew what I would see) I screamed. It came out before I witnessed my fingers knuckle deep inside the buttock of yet another giant nude woman. This one had wings coming from the bottom of her ribcage. When I screamed, the creature gazed upon me, as if frightened by the noise. Its orange flimsy wings twitched and I thought she would literally take off with my hand inside of her. But she didn't see me. She had sensed my scream, but as I stood directly in front of her gigantic looming orbs, I realized she was blind to my existence. She too fled to the roof of the building, leaving my hand completely in tact as though the two of us never encountered each other. The last thing I saw before I ran to my car and drove away, was two more big, winged, naked women clinging to the sides of the bagel shop. I haven't left my office since that incident, but after a good nights sleep, I know I'll have to go back to see if they really exist… to make sure I didn't just imagine it. To find out what is happening. And, more importantly, to make sure the two flesh wounds just below my ribcage aren't part of their anatomy. Good lord. No. THE END 11-26-2002 *This is more of a personal reflection. I get down sometimes, just like everybody else and I need a way to vent. Writing works for me, and usually I make things bigger than they really are. This piece wasn't titled or dated, but the last update was made on 10-Nov-2002. "Hell" by C. Jake Cordova I've often thought of this life as "hell." Not a biblical hell where the devil prods you with a pitchfork, but more of a mass "group-think" arena of idiocy and assimilations. Don't get me wrong, there are many wonderful things to be thankful for. A beautiful morning, a friendly smile, a loving family, laughter, friends, love, etc. Those are all great things, beautiful things that life throws at you from every possible angle. But… not on a consistent basis. You get a little happiness here, a little joy there. Soon you find yourself accustomed to smiling and giggling and feeling warm and safe inside, like everything is genuinely OK. Until something bad happens and the happiness is ripped away. You find yourself in a world of stress and worry, you're afraid, alone, sad, depressed. You look back on the times when you had happiness, when it was given to you freely without a price. Where has it gone? Why has it been taken away from you? Then after awhile you get a little bit of it back. Yes, the warmth and safety return, just the way you remembered them. Cozy and loved, like a small child wrapped soundly in a fuzzy blanket. But, something's different. Something doesn't feel quite right. Some of the innocence has been taken away, replaced with something new, an innovative sensation of mistrust, doubt. You find yourself guarded against feeling genuinely happy for fear that it will be taken from you again. Because, yes… it's happened before and there's no rule saying it can't happen again. And it does. And you very quickly find yourself older and wiser, yet saddened and hard. You've gained so much, but at a terrible price. It's like the old saying goes, with knowledge comes responsibility. And boy have you learned a lot! Well, that's hell for you. Starting out as pure and naive as they come, learning day after day to guard yourself against the realities and harshness of life. Recalling a time in the not-so-distant past when things were better, happier, safer, but knowing that you will never go back. It's true hell. To once be a guiltless child, accepting life, craving knowledge and passion and independent thoughts and ideas… only to realize the price and borders that inevitably come. Waa. Life is hell. "Mr. Frip's Lymrick" by C. Jake Cordova Mr. Frip Was known for giving lip To anyone he pleased. Said Mrs. Slip To Mr. Frip, "You're going to make me sneeze!" Mr. Frip Put his tongue on his lip And gave Mrs. Slip a raspberry. Said Mrs. Slip To Mr. Frip How on earth did we ever marry? Mr. Frip Did a fancy dip And told Mrs. Slip he loved her. Mrs. Slip Said to Mr. Frip How could there ever be another? THE END 11-30-2002 top