Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #20 November 2015 | Page 21

oblivion.
The trees of the jungle lit with ivory heat. Bark
and leaves disintegrated. Dirt and sand dispersed.
Soon, everything seemed to unify in a blanket of hot,
burning nothingness.
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A familiar patchwork of stars hung in the
twilight heights over the Atlantic. The North Star was
there, and the zodiacal constellations as well.
Wearing a long, flowing pink dress, a beautiful
southern belle walked along the sandy shore of Folly
Beach. The wind was blowing hard.
As the waters rushed along the coastline, the
woman noticed something sticking up from the sand.
The item was a shiny thing, small, silver, and tubular.
Approaching it, the woman bent down and
pulled the thing out of the sand, inspecting it. A flute,
she realized, slightly glowing in the light of the full
moon.
At the end of the flute was a cold, stiff

woman’s hand. Its complexion was a light shade of
brown.
The southern belle gasped.
A powerful flash emanated from the flute.
Wild music flashed through the woman’s
mind. She would have screamed, would have made
some sound of exclamatory horror, but control over
her brain was quickly lost. Images of angry slaves,
walking dead men, wicked magicians, and demonic
entities flooded her brain.
Then, it all died. In the burning ivory light
of an infinite force consuming a mysterious island,
everything disappeared.
Within that beautiful southern belle’s body, a
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