Ever wonder what you might find down the rabbit hole, should you dare to take a peek? Just recently, JEA Press released an anthology which answers this question in the most twisted and bizarre of ways. Down The Rabbit Hole: Tales of Insanity contains a host of demented tales by some insane minds. Here is a snippet of my contribution.
And now, let's see what that crackhead Alli Crystal gets up to, shall we? ;)
ALLI CRYSTAL CRAZED ON CRACK
TONEYE EYENOT
“You’ve blundered into MY land!”
“Your land?”
“Yes, MY LAND!”
Alli Crystal, high on crack, sat on the ground and crossed her legs.
The wobbly, furry, conversing slug kept her attention in a bind. He sat up
high on a drooping, colourful stool, wildly gesticulating as he spoke.
Waving all his many arms, in one of which he held… wait… her pipe?
“Where did you get that?” Alli asked, more than a little perturbed
and feeling a tightness form in her chest.
“What, this?” replied the arrogant bug, leaning right forward, until
it seemed he would topple from his perch, waving the delicately shaped
glass tube under Alli’s nose. “Well, it’s mine of course!” he snorted in
retort, lurching back atop his perch, wobbled a little and then smugly sat.
“How did I get here? And where the hell is here?” Alli was
annoyed now, and perhaps a little frightened and confused. The last she
remembered was the dirty old seat, in the storm tunnels beneath the bridge
in town. Smokin’ it up with her friends, well, not her friends, her
associates. No, that’s not right either. Her accomplices? Who were they
again?
If you are intrigued by what you see here and wish to venture further Down The Rabbit Hole, don't hesitate to snap this twisted antho up! Here's the link ;)
www.amazon.com/Down-Rabbit-Hole-Tales-Insanity/dp/1539593525/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1479184775&sr=8-1&keywords=Down+The+Rabbit+Hole+-+Tales+of+Insanity
And now, let's see what that crackhead Alli Crystal gets up to, shall we? ;)
ALLI CRYSTAL CRAZED ON CRACK
TONEYE EYENOT
“You’ve blundered into MY land!”
“Your land?”
“Yes, MY LAND!”
Alli Crystal, high on crack, sat on the ground and crossed her legs.
The wobbly, furry, conversing slug kept her attention in a bind. He sat up
high on a drooping, colourful stool, wildly gesticulating as he spoke.
Waving all his many arms, in one of which he held… wait… her pipe?
“Where did you get that?” Alli asked, more than a little perturbed
and feeling a tightness form in her chest.
“What, this?” replied the arrogant bug, leaning right forward, until
it seemed he would topple from his perch, waving the delicately shaped
glass tube under Alli’s nose. “Well, it’s mine of course!” he snorted in
retort, lurching back atop his perch, wobbled a little and then smugly sat.
“How did I get here? And where the hell is here?” Alli was
annoyed now, and perhaps a little frightened and confused. The last she
remembered was the dirty old seat, in the storm tunnels beneath the bridge
in town. Smokin’ it up with her friends, well, not her friends, her
associates. No, that’s not right either. Her accomplices? Who were they
again?
If you are intrigued by what you see here and wish to venture further Down The Rabbit Hole, don't hesitate to snap this twisted antho up! Here's the link ;)
www.amazon.com/Down-Rabbit-Hole-Tales-Insanity/dp/1539593525/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1479184775&sr=8-1&keywords=Down+The+Rabbit+Hole+-+Tales+of+Insanity