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I'm feeling like writing, and for some odd reason this story snippet keeps coming…

I'm feeling like writing, and for some odd reason this story snippet keeps coming back to me.  If there were more of this, would you read it?

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They were humanoid, which surprised me at first.  I guess I had been expecting something more… monstrous… fangs and claws and fur and eyeballs perched atop three long spindly legs, then I realized I probably looked as wrong to them as they did to me, so I tried to focus on the situation and not think too much about it for now.

We were all in this, and we were in this together.

There were two of the really-humanoid ones right across from me, I'm guessing a mother and daughter, though again I'm still only just working this out so who knows – they could be lovers, they could even be two sides of the same being.  The bigger of the two wore some sort of pink shawl over her gray mottled skin, the smaller of the two was wearing something I'd expect to see any normal kid in, just a simple one-piece dress.  

The mother had a, if I had to take a stab, a very grim expression on her face.  Every time the kid looked up it softened a bit, but when the kid wasn't looking she was obviously not happy about any of this.  The kid was bawling, the sound is apparently universal, and even though this was more of a high pitched warbling than a cry I still got the message.

Briefly I remembered I still had some suckers in my pocket that I had grabbed at the clinic before leaving, but before I suggested anything it occurred to me that I knew nothing about their biology other than whatever it was we were breathing was sustaining to both of us, and for all I knew sugar could be deadly poison.  So yeah, let's table that thought for now.

Further down the long bench seat there was a… male… maybe?  Of a different race.  He looked sort of human too, human enough that if he took ten minutes to conceal his appearance he could probably ride on the subway in NY without anyone giving a second thought.  He was wider, by far, than anyone else on the train, but his head was mostly non-existant.  His neck sort of went up into a point and then took a slight turn forward.  There were eyes, of some sort, I think, but they were small and appeared vestigial.  Sort of like naked mole rat, but without any discernible mouth.

He was wearing a suit, and he had a briefcase.  I saw him take out a handkerchief a couple of times and dab at his neck stump, like someone might do to their own forehead to wipe away sweat.

The train again passed into darkness, another tunnel or dimensional gap or whatever, and we were briefly treated again to the light show coming from the young man thing next to me, his tattoos or patterns or whatever the things were on his skin flickering green and blue, before we came back out.

The sky here was a burnt orange, there were yellow clouds, and I felt like I was lighter than before.  Change in local gravity?  Shit.  That means that this train isn't just flipping through alternate nightmare Earths, it's probably going all over the universe… or possibly into other dimensions… or for all I know I'm lying face down in a pool of my own vomit at the hotel, having a stroke or something.  Let's hope that last one isn't the case… yeah.  

Not be dead.  That's the plan.

My revere and morbidity was broken as the gray lady across from me spoke.   "Sis… ter."  she said cautiously, looking me in the eyes, and then flicked her gaze down to the smaller gray girl.  "My sis…ter."  Her voice was musical, notes going up and down in all the wrong places for a natural cadence.

"She's your sister."  I said, repeating to clarify that I understood, and ignoring that this non-human humanoid thing sitting across from me was speaking in English for the moment.  "You are both from the same parents?"

She tilted her head, which I suspect was like nodding yes.  Then I felt a warm buzzing in the back of my mind for a minute, sort of like the feeling you get right before a big sneeze, or when you close your eyes and squint hard and can hear the ocean.  I struggled to hit the right word for a second, and then she and I both said at the same time "telepathic" and she tilted her head again.

The fat headless man apparently didn't like what was going on because he turned and yelled at her.  I think.  I don't know for sure, it sounded sort of like a Vuvuzela or a elephant bellowing, and whatever it was I'm guessing must've been a swear word because she covered her sister's ears and turned sort of a greenish color around the face, which I think might have either been flushing or blushing.

I crossed my arms and looked disapprovingly at him.  I have no idea if this human gesture meant anything to him, or if he could even see it without having a head-ish head, but I felt that indignant was probably the best way to go anyway and I obviously was making some actual progress with her, and I might – just might – finally find out where in the hell I was.

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Wrote this last night for the lulz.  There is no beginning, no ending, just a peek…

Wrote this last night for the lulz.  There is no beginning, no ending, just a peek into a world of might-have-beens. 

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They were humanoid, which surprised me at first.  I guess I had been expecting something more… monstrous… fangs and claws and fur and eyeballs perched atop three long spindly legs, then I realized I probably looked as wrong to them as they did to me, so I tried to focus on the situation and not think too much about it for now.

We were all in this, and we were in this together.

There were two of the really-humanoid ones right across from me, I'm guessing a mother and daughter, though again I'm still only just working this out so who knows – they could be lovers, they could even be two sides of the same being.  The bigger of the two wore some sort of pink shawl over her gray mottled skin, the smaller of the two was wearing something I'd expect to see any normal kid in, just a simple one-piece dress.  

The mother had a, if I had to take a stab, a very grim expression on her face.  Every time the kid looked up it softened a bit, but when the kid wasn't looking she was obviously not happy about any of this.  The kid was bawling, the sound is apparently universal, and even though this was more of a high pitched warbling than a cry I still got the message.

Briefly I remembered I still had some suckers in my pocket that I had grabbed at the clinic before leaving, but before I suggested anything it occurred to me that I knew nothing about their biology other than whatever it was we were breathing was sustaining to both of us, and for all I knew sugar could be deadly poison.  So yeah, let's table that thought for now.

Further down the long bench seat there was a… male… maybe?  Of a different race.  He looked sort of human too, human enough that if he took ten minutes to conceal his appearance he could probably ride on the subway in NY without anyone giving a second thought.  He was wider, by far, than anyone else on the train, but his head was mostly non-existant.  His neck sort of went up into a point and then took a slight turn forward.  There were eyes, of some sort, I think, but they were small and appeared vestigial.  Sort of like naked mole rat, but without any discernible mouth.

He was wearing a suit, and he had a briefcase.  I saw him take out a handkerchief a couple of times and dab at his neck stump, like someone might do to their own forehead to wipe away sweat.

The train again passed into darkness, another tunnel or dimensional gap or whatever, and we were briefly treated again to the light show coming from the young man thing next to me, his tattoos or patterns or whatever the things were on his skin flickering green and blue, before we came back out.

The sky here was a burnt orange, there were yellow clouds, and I felt like I was lighter than before.  Change in local gravity?  Shit.  That means that this train isn't just flipping through alternate nightmare Earths, it's probably going all over the universe… or possibly into other dimensions… or for all I know I'm lying face down in a pool of my own vomit at the hotel, having a stroke or something.  Let's hope that last one isn't the case… yeah.  

Not be dead.  That's the plan.

My revere and morbidity was broken as the gray lady across from me spoke.   "Sis… ter."  she said cautiously, looking me in the eyes, and then flicked her gaze down to the smaller gray girl.  "My sis…ter."  Her voice was musical, notes going up and down in all the wrong places for a natural cadence.

"She's your sister."  I said, repeating to clarify that I understood, and ignoring that this non-human humanoid thing sitting across from me was speaking in English for the moment.  "You are both from the same parents?"

She tilted her head, which I suspect was like nodding yes.  Then I felt a warm buzzing in the back of my mind for a minute, sort of like the feeling you get right before a big sneeze, or when you close your eyes and squint hard and can hear the ocean.  I struggled to hit the right word for a second, and then she and I both said at the same time "telepathic" and she tilted her head again.

The fat headless man apparently didn't like what was going on because he turned and yelled at her.  I think.  I don't know for sure, it sounded sort of like a Vuvuzela or a elephant bellowing, and whatever it was I'm guessing must've been a swear word because she covered her sister's ears and turned sort of a greenish color around the face, which I think might have either been flushing or blushing.

I crossed my arms and looked disapprovingly at him.  I have no idea if this human gesture meant anything to him, or if he could even see it without having a head-ish head, but I felt that indignant was probably the best way to go anyway and I obviously was making some actual progress with her, and I might – just might – finally find out where in the hell I was.

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They were humanoid, which surprised me at first

 I guess I had been expecting something more… monstrous… fangs and claws and fur and eyeballs perched atop three long spindly legs, then I realized I probably looked as wrong to them as they did to me, so I tried to focus on the situation and not think too much about it for now.

We were all in this, and we were in this together.

There were two of the really-humanoid ones right across from me, I'm guessing a mother and daughter, though again I'm still only just working this out so who knows – they could be lovers, they could even be two sides of the same being.  The bigger of the two wore some sort of pink shawl over her gray mottled skin, the smaller of the two was wearing something I'd expect to see any normal kid in, just a simple one-piece dress.  

The mother had a, if I had to take a stab, a very grim expression on her face.  Every time the kid looked up it softened a bit, but when the kid wasn't looking she was obviously not happy about any of this.  The kid was bawling, the sound is apparently universal, and even though this was more of a high pitched warbling than a cry I still got the message.

Briefly I remembered I still had some suckers in my pocket that I had grabbed at the clinic before leaving, but before I suggested anything it occurred to me that I knew nothing about their biology other than whatever it was we were breathing was sustaining to both of us, and for all I knew sugar could be deadly poison.  So yeah, let's table that thought for now.

Further down the long bench seat there was a… male… maybe?  Of a different race.  He looked sort of human too, human enough that if he took ten minutes to conceal his appearance he could probably ride on the subway in NY without anyone giving a second thought.  He was wider, by far, than anyone else on the train, but his head was mostly non-existant.  His neck sort of went up into a point and then took a slight turn forward.  There were eyes, of some sort, I think, but they were small and appeared vestigial.  Sort of like naked mole rat, but without any discernible mouth.

He was wearing a suit, and he had a briefcase.  I saw him take out a handkerchief a couple of times and dab at his neck stump, like someone might do to their own forehead to wipe away sweat.

The train again passed into darkness, another tunnel or dimensional gap or whatever, and we were briefly treated again to the light show coming from the young man thing next to me, his tattoos or patterns or whatever the things were on his skin flickering green and blue, before we came back out.

The sky here was a burnt orange, there were yellow clouds, and I felt like I was lighter than before.  Change in local gravity?  Shit.  That means that this train isn't just flipping through alternate nightmare Earths, it's probably going all over the universe… or possibly into other dimensions… or for all I know I'm lying face down in a pool of my own vomit at the hotel, having a stroke or something.  Let's hope that last one isn't the case… yeah.  

Not be dead.  That's the plan.

My revere and morbidity was broken as the gray lady across from me spoke.   "Sis… ter."  she said cautiously, looking me in the eyes, and then flicked her gaze down to the smaller gray girl.  "My sis…ter."  Her voice was musical, notes going up and down in all the wrong places for a natural cadence.

"She's your sister."  I said, repeating to clarify that I understood, and ignoring that this non-human humanoid thing sitting across from me was speaking in English for the moment.  "You are both from the same parents?"

She tilted her head, which I suspect was like nodding yes.  Then I felt a warm buzzing in the back of my mind for a minute, sort of like the feeling you get right before a big sneeze, or when you close your eyes and squint hard and can hear the ocean.  I struggled to hit the right word for a second, and then she and I both said at the same time "telepathic" and she tilted her head again.

The fat headless man apparently didn't like what was going on because he turned and yelled at her.  I think.  I don't know for sure, it sounded sort of like a Vuvuzela or a elephant bellowing, and whatever it was I'm guessing must've been a swear word because she covered her sister's ears and turned sort of a greenish color around the face, which I think might have either been flushing or blushing.

I crossed my arms and looked disapprovingly at him.  I have no idea if this human gesture meant anything to him, or if he could even see it without having a head-ish head, but I felt that indignant was probably the best way to go anyway and I obviously was making some actual progress with her, and I might – just might – finally find out where in the hell I was.

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