Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.


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"The Thing on the Beach"

It was a long walk down to the beach from my home. Even so, it didn't take long for me to find it. It was still where I last saw it, its tentacles still writhing, as it continued to gibber in a shallow tone. The sea water gently washed across its skin, its flesh shuddering with the contact, while the flesh on top continued to tighten and shrivel. I looked around to make sure that no one was watching, then settled down next to it and began to talk.

“Can you understand me?”

After a few moments I saw its eye open. And then several more, until I realized that eyes ran all along its body, appearing and disappearing between the folds of its limbs.

“We understand.” it said.

I could not tell from which part the voice was coming from, though it sounded like a high pitched whine, trapped under the water. As it spoke, I heard long draws of air moving in and out from long frills along its sides. Its blood red eyes focused on me, their pupils expanding till they nearly rendered the eyes as black as its skin.

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