Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
in front of the snow cone stand and began licking at the
girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their
bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure
like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to
shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A
crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two
girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of
pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or
shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one
dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long
ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a
curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea
that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby
tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography"
exclaimed a pasty slug-like woman in a fur coat,
vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like
a money shot. Countered a balding professor type in his
mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the
front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful,
this is art."
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as
Jennifer rose and stood over the girl,
Examining her handiwork.
Her partner layed motionless beneath her, seemingly dead.
Her eye sockets dry and empty.
Her heels and elbows scraped and bloodied.
Some on-lookers gasped in horror.
Some swooned and fainted melodramatically.
Most just stared in disbelief.
Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled
The crotch of her bathing suit to the side - exposing
Her vagina.
The other girl slowly sat up and began sliding her fingers into Jennifer.
A few minutes later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually she would completely disappear into her womb.
Jennifer tilted her head to the side curiously.
She heard the sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the distance.
It's passengers screaming in mock terror.
She knew that sooner or later they would realize that the
Ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die.