walking along the main avenue of the City a couple nights ago, little drops of rain alighting on my head and bouncing off my coat, too light to be called a proper rain, the drops pouring too copiously to be called a drizzle, i witnessed one of the phenomena that help define urbania where i live.
gurgling out of the sewers, a brownish muck began filling the street like an evil lovecraftian murk, swirling as it rose to cover the pavement as the horrified Citizens, as unfortunate as i was to be out on the streets that night, could do nothing but watch...
thinking about it now, i imagine nothing more morbid or horrific than a thousand or so people flushing their toilets at the exact same instant...
3 comments:
it would be freakier if the whatevs inside the simultaneously flushing toilets whooshed straight down instead of swirling clockwise....
carry on.
You have too much time on your hands. :-p
But you got the Lovecraft purple prose right. (How's that for constructive criticism?) :-D
bc: haha. i actually felt like i miffed it coz for some reason i forgot to throw "eldritch" in the text.
paul: funny you should talk about the swirl direction...
df: yes, it is.
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