VOODOO
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Howdy /x/philes,
I'm in the mood for voodoo. I can't explain it, I've just got this urge to study up on voodoo. If you have anything you can share on the mythos, the rituals and especially the symbols, I'd be much obliged. Download links to books are appreciated
I'm gonna get to work pounding out some short stories for your trouble. Thanks much!
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I hate the bus as it carries me home. I hate my job that pays so little I need to take the bus. I hate my boss who pushes me around and abuses me.
At least I have my treasure.
I step out of the rickety, smelly bus onto the ugly, trash-covered road. I hate the long walk in the dark it takes to get home. I hate the ugly shack that's all I can afford. I hate my shabby clothes, and fat gut, and puggy face.
At least I have my treasure.
I come inside and dump off my bag in my dirty, smelly room. I peel off my sweaty, grubby clothes and toss them in the corner. I'm hungry and lonely and sore.
At least I have my treasure.
I spent all day looking forward to this. The moment I come home. It's what gets me through the day. It's my only joy. I go downstairs, where I keep it safe. I find the heavy box I keep locked- it must be safe, nothing is more important. As I unlock it, I smile, wider and wider, until it hurts my face. I like how that hurts.
I hold my breath, my smile so wide and bright it lights up the room, and lift the lid. I've had my treasure a while- it's scratched, and scuffed, and missing some parts, and isn't as shiny as it used to be, but it's still perfect.
My treasure turns to me. It's leaking, a little. "P-please, mister," it squeaks, "I want to go home."
Oh, dear. It's broken. I'll have to fix it again. "You ARE home, silly goose!"
