DYE TRAGEDY + FROM THE LIPS OF FIRE

Okay, so as promised I will post two short stories today, but before I do I have to say that dying your hair and then finding out the water has been shut off while the color is being set is just tragic. Well that actually happened to me yesterday, so now my hair is practically black in color, but once I found out the water had been shut off due to a water main break in one of the other building I kind of understood. Lucky we had a few gallons of water in those jugs you buy at the store. I rinsed most of it out and after a few hours rinsed the rest out when the water was turned back on. So always keep gallons of water about the house, you never know when you might need it.

I also watched REPO! The Genetic Opera and it is such a goth musical with tons of guitar riffs. So basically it was a rock and roll musical/opera and it was pretty good, a bit cheesy but good.

From the lips of fire came the words that are forever heard on the icy wind. They travel far and have reached the ends of the earth by falling on deaf ears. The lips of fire repeat the message or phrase until it is heard. It takes forever for these words to travel on the icy wind to the ends of the earth, but by the time they get to their destination, they have traveled over land and sea to get there.

The message can sometimes be heard as an echo on the icy wind, but the message is too scrambled to understand. The letters travel over warm climates faster than over cold habitats. In the Arctic tundra the words travel ever so slowly that the sound is distorted and the sounds are low echos and pitches. They drone on and on until they reach open water. They then bounce off the waves and reflect the message back and forth until it hits a beach.

On a cool beach, the syllables travel at a slow enough speed to hear but fast enough to understand what the phrase is. When it reaches the fields of grass, the words travel on each blade and are shot up into the sky to mingle about in the clouds that crawl about the sky. The clouds deliver the message fast before reaching a desert. The phrase is let go on it's own to travel across this desolate land that nothing thrives in except plants and lizards who don't require much hydration.

Once the words exit the desert and hits canons and valleys, the time it travels slows and it is once again being bounced back and forth on the walls of stone. Right before it leaves these crevasse of the earth it sees it's target, the ends of the earth, and it focuses on reaching it as fast as possible. Luckily the deserts air makes the journey quicker.

The destination is drawing nearer and at a faster pace. There is only one way of getting there in one swift movement, and that requires a lot of bouncing off the walls. The phrase or message only wishes to fall on deaf ears, so that a new phrase or message can be sent to be heard. Once the message or phrase has reached the ends of the earth it is free and no more. What has happened to it? Where has it gone? Will it ever be repeated? Only the sands of time can tell what the lips of fire will say again.

THE END.
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