Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25547916-20141103045555

''Author's note: So here's an experimental thingee I've been working on. I'm interested to think what other people think about it. Don't be shy to tell me if it's rubbish. Really nsfw, btw.''

Amy was fucking John and everybody knew it. Henry did not know it however and desperately wished to fuck Amy, which is precisely why he invited her out to the Gemini Caves.



Henry had heard from a friend who had been fucking Amy earlier that week that the caves were a nice, romantic location. Henry had also heard from his platonic female roommate who had also been fucking Amy earlier that week that Amy had wanted to go out to the caves to fuck. Henry nearly fainted with excitement when Amy accepted his invitation.

Amy had heard of the caves from Henry’s platonic female roommate after they masturbated each other in Henry’s bed. As soon as she had heard of it, Amy wished desperately to fuck anybody but Henry out in the caves.

Henry’s platonic female roommate tried to explain to her platonic male roommate, Henry, that Amy had no intention on fucking him, but Henry would have none of it.

“Why then did she accept my invitation?” Henry sneers in an annoying, whiny manner.

“I don’t know, but I’m certain she’s just using you. She isn’t planning on having sex with you.” His platonic female roommate states, growing annoyed with Henry’s oblivious nature.

“If she doesn’t want to have sex with me”, Henry says slowly, unaware of how unattractive he is, “Then who does she want to have sex with?”

“John?” Henry asks the next day once he arrives to pick up Amy, “What are you doing here?”

He’d been licking Amy’s vagina.

“I’ve been fixing Amy’s fine china”, John says a bit too quickly before realizing how dumb of an excuse it was. John had never been a thinker.

“You’ve been what?” Henry asks, confused. Before John attempts to answer, Amy appears from the other room while zipping up her jeans.

“Hello Henry”, Amy says, a bit out of breath.

“Hey Amy”, Henry says, still confused, “What have you been up to?”

She’d been sucking on a cock.

“I’ve been fishing on a dock” she answers quickly, and before Henry can further comment, she adds, “What have you been doing?”

He’d been jerking off to Amy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why were you fishing?” he asks, with no regard for continuity.

<p class="MsoNormal">“John’s coming along today”, Amy states, completely ignoring Henry’s question. She pulls a bottle of Advil from her table and gulps down two pills. She’s been having frequent head-aches lately.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But…” Henry protests, “I thought this would be a nice chance to spend some alone time together.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I haven’t seen John for a while; I’d rather spend the day with him than go out to the caves.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Deep in thought, Henry runs his hands over his over-sized pocket knife which he carries with him to compensate for his small penis.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fine”, Henry concedes, “He can come along.” Henry hopes that by conceding he can eventually impress Amy by his kindness and willingness to accommodate her needs.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy thinks about Henry’s kindness and willingness to accommodate her needs and concludes that he’s a pussy.

<p class="MsoNormal">John is thinking fondly about Amy’s pussy at the time, and is too distracted to notice Henry’s antagonistic glares in his direction.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry prides himself on his antagonistic glares, and notes how John is too off-put to return his eye contact.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry’s passive aggressive staring seems to Amy to be very off-putting. A real man should be aggressive aggressive. Like John.

<p class="MsoNormal">John is not aggressive however and in fact despises conflict. This is precisely why, to Amy’s delight, he punches Henry in the face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Henry groans, rubbing his eye, “Why did you punch me?”

<p class="MsoNormal">He was asserting his position as alpha male. That way, he could avoid all potential conflict in the future because he despises conflict.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I was asserting my position as alpha male. That way, I can avoid all potential conflict in the future because I despise conflict”, John beams, basking in his unabashed redundancy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He was asserting his position as alpha male. That way, he could avoid all potential conflict in the future because he despises conflict”, Amy agrees, basking in her unabashed meta-redundancy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Let’s just go”, Henry says, hoping to win Amy’s heart by displaying his ability to take a punch and forgive.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy thinks about his ability to take a punch and forgive and concludes that he’s a pussy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry was a pussy in the figurative sense, and had known it ever since he first met Amy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re a pussy”, Amy said when she first met Henry’s platonic female roommate’s platonic male roommate, Henry.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry nods in gentle agreement.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re a pussy because you don’t stand up for yourself and go along with what other people say.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, I suppose that’s true”, Henry complied and it was from that moment onward that he pledged to win her undying admiration.

<p class="MsoNormal">He still believes in this pledge as he starts up his car and drives with her and John out into the desert. The car cruises smoothly along the dusty way, where the roads eventually wash out to sun-baked dirt. With the lack of landmarks, it would be easy to get lost out here.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry finds the cave’s location with a quick consultation with his phone’s gps.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy despises that Henry uses a gps. A real man can find his own way, like John.

<p class="MsoNormal">John fondly recalls the time he got lost in the woods. His mind gingerly meanders its way through his poorly organized memories, bumping clumsily into a few childhood recollections along the way. John had a fine childhood.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry had a wretched childhood and someday his past would eat him alive.

<p class="MsoNormal">Hoping to distract himself from thoughts of his childhood, Henry turns on the car radio, blasting the song “Spoonman” through the small car.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy despises Spoonman and immediately thinks less of Henry for listening to it.

<p class="MsoNormal">John has never heard the song and thinks less of himself for not having heard it before. However, John thinks quite a lot of himself and the blow to his self-esteem is insignificant.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you like this song?” Henry cheerfully asks his passengers.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No”, Amy says, before adding conclusively, “You’re a pussy.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry sadly turns off the radio. What’s wrong with Spoonman?

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s wrong with Spoonman?” Henry asks.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who’s Spoonman?” John asks with concern.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s the song.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh thank god”, John says much to the puzzlement of the other two passengers in the car.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait, who did you think Spoonman was?” Henry asks with piqued curiosity.

<p class="MsoNormal">“When I was a kid, I used to have this recurring dream where this man would insert spoons into my anus until they burst out of my eyes and my penis”, John answers.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What the fuck?” Amy says with disgust, “What kind of dream is that?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s wrong with it?” John asks with confusion, “What kind of dreams to you usually have?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I dunno. I can never remember them”, Amy says with annoyance.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Then how do you know you’ve never dreamed of the Spoonman?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because he’s a fucking man who puts spoons in your anus! Why would I dream about that?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What else is there to dream about?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What about Forkman?” Henry asks before chuckling over his own joke.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, there were never any forks”, John states seriously, “Only spoons.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“How often did you have this dream?” Amy asks with concern.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Every time my step-dad would come to visit. I had a fine childhood. We used to play all kinds of games. There were usually spoons in my dreams. In one, this guy would scrape off my skin with this big rusty spoon and feed it to me like stew. I always hated that one.” John says with distaste.

<p class="MsoNormal">An uncomfortable silence fills the car.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Want to hear a joke?” Henry asks with hopes of breaking the silence.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sure”, John says unsure about the silence and its cause.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ok”, Henry starts, “there’s a priest, and a nun comes up to him and says, ‘forgive me father, for I have sinned’. The priest says, ‘state your sin’ and the nun replies, ‘I killed a man’. The priest replies, ‘then drink from the holy water and all your sins will be forgiven’. The first nun goes off and a second nun comes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The second nun says, ‘forgive me father, for I have sinned’. The priest says, ‘state your sin’ and the nun replies, ‘I stole a car’. The priest replies, ‘then drink from the holy water and all your sins will be forgiven’. The second nun goes off and a third nun comes.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“This is a stupid joke”, Amy says, realizing that she also despises Henry’s joke-telling.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry had previously been quite proud of his joke-telling, and in particular had always loved the nun joke.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How does it end?” John asks with concern. Henry lights up and finishes the joke:

<p class="MsoNormal">“The third nun comes and says, ‘forgive me father, for I have sinned’. The priest says, ‘state your sin’ and the nun replies, ‘I pissed in the holy water’.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry loses it and bursts out laughing at his own joke. Neither of his companions laugh, but their very company seems to make the joke all that more funny.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re a pussy”, Amy says with disgust before pulling out an old granola bar from her purse. Expired. She tosses the bar to the floor of the car with annoyance and looks out her window sullenly. Bleak empty desert landscape stretches out from the isolated car. She catches glimpse of something moving quickly besides the car window. She tilts her head to try to see below the window, but loses sight of the object.

<p class="MsoNormal">John glimpses the object for a moment too, and he merrily recalls his childhood. How the mean old dog next door had caught his little brother unaware. Fucking pitbulls.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry notices the object move as well. He sees his severed head crushed beneath the wheels of his car. A shiver dances through his skin as he keeps the car sailing forward towards the cave. Just a piece of garbage in all likelihood. Much like the granola bar he spotted Amy discard to the floor of his just-cleaned car. What a waste; that bar was still good. Expiration dates are a suggestion, much like the gas gauge in a car.

<p class="MsoNormal">The gas gauge in his car suggests that the tank might not hold enough gas for the trip back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’re close”, Henry reads from his phone, “It should be around here.” The car drives before a ridge of elevated rocks. A small deteriorating sign up ahead conveys the cheerful message:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Welcome to wonderful cave.”

<p class="MsoNormal">At one time, this had been a tourist attraction, but due to poor location, the place had been abandoned. Henry parks the car in front of the old sign and scans the rocks for the cave’s mouth. He leaves the keys in the ignition as he steps out of the car to gain a better view. His passengers get out as well.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can I borrow your phone?” John asks Henry, distracting him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s wrong with yours?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s out of batteries.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sure”, Henry says with a sigh, tossing John his phone. John misses the catch and Henry’s phone slides into a small crevice.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Damn it.” John says with annoyance before reaching down to try to grab it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What the hell did you do?!” Henry shrieks with annoyance. His voice cracks in a juvenile manner, drawing a snicker from Amy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Her snickers draw a sour glance from Henry, who proceeds to cram his arm down the hole, looking for the phone. Thinking he can use it to extend his reach, Henry removes his over-sized pocket knife that he wears to compensate for his small penis but is unable to locate what he’s looking for in the small, thin crevasse. Henry is unaware of the freudian implications of such an occurance.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Could you try?” he asks Amy, “You have smaller arms.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m not reaching down a hole in the middle of the fucking desert. There could be a wild animal down there.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fuck!” Henry screams in frustration, punching the baked dirt with his clenched fist.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can I borrow your phone?” John asks Amy, undeterred.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hell, no!” she shakes her head, “You just lost his; why would I give you mine?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because I need to borrow it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why do you need a phone?” Henry asks with irritation.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because mine is out of batteries.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know your phone is out of batteries”, Amy says in a bored monotone, “Why do you need a phone at all?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because mine is out of batteries!” John repeats, not aware of any inadequacy in his answer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Just fuck it!” Henry yells, “Let’s just go to the god damn cave!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Calm down there, buddy”, Amy says before adding, “Where is the cave entrance anyways?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry looks a moment before spotting it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Over there.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He points to a small cave-mouth, concealed in shadow. The shapes of the bluff and the unworn dirt hide the entrance well. Without saying anything else, the trio hikes down into the cave and out of the barren sunlight. A few rotten boards try in vain to prevent trespassing, but they are simply ducked under.

<p class="MsoNormal">On the inside, Henry hands Amy a flashlight and keeps a second one for himself. They cast out their rays to reveal rock spires and ridges jut out of the ground and ceiling. A soft gleam of volcanic stone scatters the light as though a brilliant kaleidoscope. It strikes Henry as though the stone is liquid, flowing down from the earth above them and softly reflecting any light it touches. It strikes Amy as though the stone is divine, a glass temple hand-crafted by god. It strikes John as a cave.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This is something else”, Amy drones, not having expected to enjoy the place as much as she does.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This is extraordinary”, says Henry, his face conveying a joy it never has before.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can I borrow your phone?” asks John impatiently.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s not like you’ll get reception in here”, Amy breathes, answering his question in a passive thought. Excitement shoots through her skin, combining with the cool underground air and impressive atmosphere. Her knees grow weak and she glances past Henry.

<p class="MsoNormal">If John was not there, Amy would fuck Henry without a second thought.

<p class="MsoNormal">Instead, she moves closer to John, running her delicate hands over his muscles. She wishes with every ounce of her being that Henry would go away. Henry wishes with every ounce of his being that John would go away. John wishes with every ounce of his being that John could go away.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can we leave yet?” he asks with a yawn, bored with the experience.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How are you bored? This place is extraordinary!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve seen better”, he says sternly just before becoming distracted by a sign at the back of the cave.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s that over there?” he asks, gesturing towards the old sign.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, that should be the hiking trail”, Henry explains, recalling what his platonic female roommate had told him about the cavern.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Where does it lead?” Amy asks, with much of her previous hostility washed off by the cave’s beauty.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s supposed to go in a loop down an old mining passage”, Henry explains before adding, “We should go explore.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy gets an idea.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That would be really cool”, she says, “but it’s much too dangerous. Nobody in their right mind would make that hike.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I certainly wouldn’t”, John says, shaking his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I could do it”, Henry says, his pride blooming. Perhaps he can win Amy over with a display of his courage.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy thinks about this display of his courage and concludes he’s a fucking idiot.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh no, you mustn’t”, Amy replies sternly, “It’s not safe to go alone.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t worry about me; I’m a natural explorer”, Henry boasts, puffing out his bony chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How long do you think it will take you?” Amy asks with a smirk.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It says two hours”, Henry reads from the sign, “I’ll be back before even one’s passed!”

<p class="MsoNormal">He barrels down the passage, disappearing into the darkness. Amy and John eagerly make the most of his absence. John enters her, and she lets him cum.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I should never have let him come”, Henry says to himself as he jogs down the trail, brimming with annoyance while he thinks about John.

<p class="MsoNormal">John fails to think about Henry however when Amy collapses into a seizure. John panics, having no knowledge of Amy’s medical condition. He decides to get help and quickly races out to Henry’s car. He could have called for help on Amy’s phone or yelled for Henry, but instead he speeds off into the desert with no means of navigation. John had never been a thinker.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy spasms on the floor, her neurons going mad against their default nature of obedience.

<p class="MsoNormal">Obedience is what Henry is fighting as he does exactly what Amy wanted him to do. He jogs down the carved passageway with the speed and drive of an Olympic athlete’s dying grandmother, sprinting forwards despite terrible form, poor endurance, and utter lack of ability.

<p class="MsoNormal">His pace eventually slows to a quick walk and then to a slow march as his lungs seem to lose their control over the air. With slow stride, he moves forward; all of his confidence from earlier has died.

<p class="MsoNormal">The path winds across a long meandering course beneath the desert. The way veers slowly from side to side, just enough bends to prevent any clear line of vision. Henry figures that a mineshaft ought to be cut in a straight line and finds himself confused by the disorderly construct.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry is unused to being so alone, and the hike places acute stress over him. Odd to be hanging out in his own thoughts. Lonely place. He thinks about his joke about the nuns and the priest from earlier, hoping that it might somehow cheer him up.

<p class="MsoNormal">The joke doesn’t seem so funny without the others around.

<p class="MsoNormal">His feet grow tired with continuous wear against the hard stone below. Henry slumps forward and his legs drag behind him. Something within him is worn out; something has wilted away.

<p class="MsoNormal">Decaying support beams hold the ceiling from the floor, and dust falls from gently above. Henry shudders with the feeling that he could be buried alive at any moment. The walls creak and moan with monolithic pressure mounting.

<p class="MsoNormal">He rubs his arm in a timid stance. A dark shape stands not too far ahead. Henry can’t see it, but can’t shake the self-assured feeling that it exists.

<p class="MsoNormal">Hoping his surroundings will distract him; Henry glances around.

<p class="MsoNormal">Scattered mining equipment has been placed along the outskirts of the trail as if to reinforce that this is indeed a mine. Henry grabs a pick-axe and finds, to his surprise, that it is authentic.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why would they leave all their shit lying here?” he asks with confusion, before picking up a small metal toolbox. The hinges have almost entirely rusted off, and Henry smashes it open with a fist-sized rock. Its contents pour out across the dirt.

<p class="MsoNormal">Spoons.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dozens upon dozens of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why?” Henry asks himself with confusion, growing worried for no apparent reason. The sensation of being watched quickly passes over him. He quickly turns and points his flashlight down the way he came. A soft breeze answers him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?” he asks, hoping for Amy or John to answer him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?” his own voice echoes back after a short delay.

<p class="MsoNormal">His shadow gazes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who are you?” Henry asks, unnerved.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who are you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you want?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you want?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Where are you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Where are you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ha ha ha.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ha ha ha.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The monotone laugh intersects with itself, filling the walking space. Henry considers returning to the opening of the cave, but fears the embarrassment that would no doubt greet him. If he turns back now, he could probably save Amy. Instead, he maintains his direction, moving further into the bowels of the cave.

<p class="MsoNormal">In a seemingly impossible occurrence, the breeze grows in strength deeper within the hole. It lets out a high-pitched whistle against the constricting cave walls. Dust lifts into the air, harmlessly at first, but the wind spins it around with increasing aggression, stinging Henry’s eyes. It’s like he’s in a sandstorm.

<p class="MsoNormal">Without warning, the air calms, and the dirt falls back to its natural spot under foot. Henry glances around uncomfortably. With the increased visibility, Henry notices that the ceiling has lowered significantly since the beginning of his hike. Wooden supports bow considerably under their sizeable load.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Echo”, a voice mumbles from just behind Henry’s left ear. He spins around.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?” he asks, not seeing anything that could have made the noise.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?” the cave echoes back dispassionately. Another gust of wind lets out a whistle.

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t imagine that. He knows that he didn’t imagine that. Despite his gut’s considerable objection, he continues down the way.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry bends forward to avoid striking his head against the low ceiling. The walls on either side close in ever so slightly. A bitter taste fills Henry’s mouth. He should have brought some water with him; his mouth is bone dry. His tongue draws slowly through his saliva, hoping to spread some of the water around.

<p class="MsoNormal">No use.

<p class="MsoNormal">His footsteps slow when he notices a nonsensical sentence carved into the wall:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Raphèl maí amèche zabí almi”

<p class="MsoNormal">Why would they write that? Henry frowns with confusion. What language is that? Not too much further along, he finds a few words in English:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fuck me”

<p class="MsoNormal">He ponders this message with greater attention.Definitely had to be written after the place closed. Just some teenagers probably. Around the next bend, a third message comes under the flashlight’s beam:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you the son of Nimrod?”

<p class="MsoNormal">What on earth could that possibly mean? The phrase bounces across his brain as he tries to figure what reason somebody could have for writing it, but he fails to come across any plausible answers. For a moment, he sees a figure standing directly in front of him, peering out from farther ahead.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nope. He destroys the object with a blink of his eyes, revealing the familiar sight of the cave walls. With a lack of deserved apprehension, his feet trek along the passage and pull the rest of him along with them. He thinks vacantly of the thing that he saw. The memory slides out of his head before he’s rounded the next corner, where on a small overhang another message has been scrawled:

<p class="MsoNormal">“God fucked me. I thought you should know.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry chuckles at the message until he notices the familiar red hue of the writing, and then he howls with laughter.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Some lunatic wrote the damn thing in blood!” Henry cackles with joy. No echo responds. He only then notices another message scrawled on the floor:

<p class="MsoNormal">“He fucked me right in the ass.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry loses it; he absolutely loses it. He rolls over the cold stone, clutching his stomach in pained laughter. His fit grows as he notices what’s tucked under the rock wall.

<p class="MsoNormal">It doesn’t move.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you the writer?” Henry asks with glee. He smiles, patiently waiting for a response. After none is given, he slowly gathers his composure and continues his walk down the path. Every a few steps, another giggle escapes from his efforts of containment.

<p class="MsoNormal">The shadow watches him with curiosity.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eventually, he approaches a lighter area where the ceiling has collapsed in to give access to the moonlight above. Henry looks out the window above with alert curiosity, surprised how close the surface the cave must be.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I thought I was so much deeper”, Henry says.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You were so close to the surface.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s true”, Henry replies.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your friends are gone, by the way.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“By the gods, did they leave without me?” Henry asks with a grin. He walks in a daze back the way he came. The air hangs dead above the ground, no breeze moving its mass.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry’s eyes are dull and glazed over when he re-enters the central chamber of the caves. He sees a human lying in the center of the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you alright?” Henry asks with calculating apathy.

<p class="MsoNormal">It doesn’t move.

<p class="MsoNormal">He feels for a pulse but finds none. Its skin is still warm to the touch; it recently expired. Luckily for Henry, experation dates are a suggestion.

<p class="MsoNormal">Looking over the corpse, he strips nude and masturbates himself as quickly as he can manage.

<p class="MsoNormal">Moving back to dead human, Henry removes his large knife and calmly cuts off its clothes. He quickly licks his lips at the sight of the body. Without wondering how it died, he flips it face-down onto a boulder and gleefully penetrates it. Its legs dangle limply parallel to his own, swinging every times he shoves into it. Friction warms its soft flesh to the point where he could be fooled to think it alive.

<p class="MsoNormal">With a great thrust, its skin around the pelvis gives way and he falls into it. They’re conjoined by the hips, with its upper body extending from his groin. Its flesh digs into his own and he feels his blood flow into it. The dead muscles feed off his oxygen and come to life; its heart reanimates. Henry looks over the being he’s sharing his life with.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s her.

<p class="MsoNormal">She gasps with pain, her brain coming to consciousness with a jolt. At once, Henry is able to feel every inch of her flesh, every perception and every thought within her head. They two are one in body, both shrieking with confusion.

<p class="MsoNormal">They look at the female lump of flesh extending from their hips. With haste, they take up the large knife and lop off the growth with a few panicked swings.

<p class="MsoNormal">She detaches from him with a sickening tear, falling forwards onto the stone. Henry scurries back quickly. He takes a quick inventory of his bodily objects to make sure that she didn’t take any of him with her. A nervous sigh sneaks out of his lips as he finds that everything’s in the right place. Her mangled remains lie before him; sliced to ribbons.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You bitch!” he yells, before his senses come back to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Why not finish her? Henry looks at all the blood flowing away. Wasted. He scoops up what he can and licks it from his palms. At first, he grimaces from the irony taste, but it grows on him quickly.

<p class="MsoNormal">He gulps and laps up all he can before clutching his stomach in pain. She squirms down in his belly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fuck you!” he screams and flails his knife at Amy, slicing off most of her forearm. The knot in his stomach tightens and he vomits over himself. Red. He runs a hand through matted hair, looking over her. So beautiful. He knew then and there that he wants everything she has left. He wants to take her far, far away from her maker.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henry licks his lips, remembering how thirsty he is. Where can he get water?

<p class="MsoNormal">He smiles when an idea occurs to him. Henry pulls Amy’s cellphone out of her pocket and starts searching through his contacts. His stomach whines as he finds the name of the woman he lives with and sends her a text.

<p class="MsoNormal">While he waits for a response, Henry wonders faintly what happened to John.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Investigators wondered for quite a while what happened to John.

<p class="MsoNormal">They had already found the remains of Amy Kim and Quinn Greenwood in the cave, but had to search for a long time to locate John Hanson’s body. Eventually they found him approximately half a mile away from Henry Fayette’s car, stranded in the desert. They speculated that he had gotten lost driving, ran out of fuel, and left the car to continue on foot. He had died of dehydration almost immediately after leaving shelter. The investigators puzzled over exactly what had prompted him to drive off to the middle of the desert in the first place. Had he been fleeing from the caves? If so, what happened in the caves?

<p class="MsoNormal">The caves were first brought to the attention of the authorities after the reception of several texts by the Sarah Greenwood, mother of Quinn Greenwood. The texts had been sent at 1:05, 1:10, 2:41, 3:27 and 3:28 a.m. and noticed when Sarah Greenwood woke up around 7:00 a.m. The messages read respectively:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Please come to Gemini Caves.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Help me. I’m trapped at the caves. Could u please pick me up? Please help me.. Come to Gemini.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wher the fuck is John”

<p class="MsoNormal">“ur daughter.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“spoonman says she tasted lik lamb”

<p class="MsoNormal">All five messages had been sent from her daughter’s cellphone. She had contacted police after receiving the strange texts, and the local department found Quinn and her room-mate Henry Fayette to be missing. Both their cars were also unaccounted for.

<p class="MsoNormal">Investigators proceeded to examine Gemini Caves, where the messages seemed to be trying to lure Quinn’s mother. A gruesome sight awaited them.

<p class="MsoNormal">At the mouth of the cave, they found the remains of Quinn, who had been strangled to death. She had been stripped naked and several sections of her hamstrings had been torn from the bone by a blunt instrument. On her person, they found only her cellphone which contained a short text conversation with an Amy Kim, who had seemingly coerced Quinn to drive out to the caves and bring water. Suspicions arose that the same writer who had sent the messages to Quinn from Amy had also sent the messages to Quinn’s mother from Quinn.

<p class="MsoNormal">Farther into the cave, down a thin hiking trail, investigators found major portions of Amy Kim’s remains, later identified by DNA analysis. Large areas of her muscles and intestines had been sliced out with a sharp instrument, presumably a knife. Her head was not found among the remains and they never found the brain tumor that killed her. They did however find a message carved on the wall, with a worn spoon sitting underneath:

<p class="MsoNormal">“I fukt Amy. heh. and now everybody knowss it. Ha Ha.”

<p class="MsoNormal">No sign of Henry Fayette, Amy Kim’s head, or Quinn Greenwood’s automobile has since been found. <ac_metadata title="Nimrod&#039;s Son (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>