Georgia

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Georgia

Georgia was on the train. She had been sitting thinking about a conversation she’d had years ago, with a young man named Sajid. Rather than reliving the conversation she actually had, she was thinking about what she should’ve said.

The train stopped at a small village. A street with a few shops and the lush gardens of what was a vicarage were in view. There were some young children, each with a handful of salt, placing it in a small pile on the ground.

A house in the village with candles in the window and ivy growing over it then exploded. This made Georgia remember she had been dancing a long forgotten dance, in a green dress she had bought from the charity shop.

In the train there was a cold chill, blowing slightly through the window. Georgia was thinking about a couple that were getting married, in a large spherical building. They each said their vows quietly and picked up frogs off the floor.

Her thoughts suddenly came alive, Sajid was there in front of her holding a long golden ribbon. ‘I’ve got this for your hair,’ he said. She quickly wondered if they would get married, then soon dismissed that thought.

She asked a man sitting opposite if he had the time. He looked at his watch, and said ‘no.’ so she looked out the window. Several rabbits were eating lettuce in a field. Then as the train moved along, a few women with axes were felling a tree.

‘Trees have been falling all along this line recently,’ murmured the man sitting opposite. ‘The trees perceive gold dust caverns, *cough* *cough* where no one can breathe. Only through windows of silver frames do the rabbits eat lettuce!’

Moving to another seat Georgia knocked over a cup of coffee, it melted the table it was on. She got to another seat and pondered ponds. Ponds as deep as the oceans, teeming with life. A fish jumped from the pond and landed on her table.

‘Hello,’ said the child opposite. ‘I noticed you have a fish on your table, is it yours?’ he asked. His voice was raspy, also sounding like he had just seen a ghost. He was shaking vigorously like he was frightened.

‘No, it somehow jumped out of my thoughts.’ replied Georgia thinking that she rather should have said “yes”. Georgia now had a headache and did not want to hear the quivering child speak again.

‘What’s that mean… how?’ queried the child. The child was old, he had seen many winters and lived a long time. How he managed to be a child, only a man who lived in a far away, in a hut, beneath the mountains knew.

In a pleasant voice the fish spoke. ‘The seas are rising. So I rose with them, converting my gills into lungs along the way. I am Georgia’s, yes, however far I can flop about.’ The fish then played a tune on the trumpet sitting next to the child.

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Rice Red Obstacle

Rice Red Obstacle is an object of mighty intrigue. It has legendary status among all peoples and animals. It belonged to a wealthy landowner called Hafunda. It was growing, never ceasing, always surprising. ‘Whatever next?’ he mumbled.

A flip-flop tree house flew across a far yonder lake creating habitats for lost animals when it landed in the middle. ‘Oh. That’s what was next!’ screamed Hafunda while he had his leg amputated.

Hafunda sat in his cottage with his Rice Red Obstacle, as there was a knock at the door. He answered it. ‘Erm… hello,’ sounded Georgia all hush-hush. ‘I’ve just been on the train, can I see it… can I see Rice Red Obstacle?’

‘Of course,’ hummed Hafunda. ‘Please enter my humble abode.’ Georgia walked in *clomp* *clomp*. She looked around her, and to her surprise she was in a field of mint. The letters, O, f, c, o, u, r, s, and e, floated out of Hafunda’s mouth.

The letter’s fell to the ground and made a path towards the rice red obstacle. Hafunda knelt down and started eating the cake-like path, garnishing it with mint he offered some to Georgia. She frowned… then she smiled… then she refused.

Sajid appeared in front of them. He was covered in soil from the planet below him. He stared at her for 12 minutes 34 seconds, she stared back, and tilted her head to show the ribbon he had got her.

‘I’ve got a sickening carpet at home, would you like to see it?’ finally uttered Sajid. ‘The wallpaper isn’t very nice either.’ His face suddenly morphed into a lion’s head. It roared out loud and afterwards softly spoke. ‘Why am I in a field of mint?’

Whooshing by, a small white ball was flying through the air, Hafunda caught it, and it was in two halves so he separated it. Inside were three tiny people, two of which were picking up even tinier frogs. ‘That’s my thought,’ thought Georgia.

It was in this field they encountered The Saurus, the word-helping dinosaur. ‘Hello Sajid-lion, how are you keeping, conserving, preserving, redeeming, sustaining?’ The Sarus looked at Sajid-lion and raised one eyebrow.

‘Quite happy eating this leg,’ said Sajid-lion eating Hafunda’s amputated leg. ‘Though, there is cake for all. Maybe that’s what I should be eating.’ Sajid, suddenly scared by what he was doing, flew off on a smelly vehicle made of mint.

Georgia ran through the field, faster and faster towards the rice red obstacle. However far she ran she could not catch up with it. Not that it was moving at all. It was merely unreachable. Georgia slowed down and stopped.

She turned back to Hafunda and The Saurus and asked to leave the field. She turned around and walked back out through the door, and into the road outside. There was Sajid who accompanied her down the spiral road that leads to nowhere.

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Science cove

A long time ago, Ejersy and Szerig journeyed along the Elkside. The Elkside was an organ of an ancient creature that most people who knew of it, feared. This creature was there in the beginning, no, long before that.

Then there was a nuclear explosion. It blew away houses, trees, mountains and the elderly. All the people that existed were no more. A few worms survived but they were soon to die of worm cancer. Before that however, they would create wormholes!

It was three years since the disaster, the Elkside looked different now. ‘Bingo!’ Said Georgia. She looked around. It was a barren landscape with nothing in sight apart from Sajid. The air smelt like cats.

‘Where are we?’ Questioned Sajid. Unluckily for him and Georgia, the isotope the bomb used had a half-life of 4.2 billion years. If they didn’t get out of here quick they would start mutating and die.

Fortunately Georgia had undergone an accident at a particle accelerator and had several heavy ions sent into her body at near the speed of light and thus had learnt to control quarks and gluons with her mind to create a stable Unupentium force field.

Together they walked on soon to encounter an evil being that had mutated from a common earthworm. Georgia threw a piece of rubble at the worm. It hit the worm causing it to fall backwards through a wormhole it created.

The skies darkened and an eerie chill surrounded them. ‘I am so scared. I feel as frail as a leaf quivering away on a tree. I never thought a snowflake like me would have been able to go on such an adventure.’ Mumbled Georgia.

Hand in hand they wandered about, not a noise in sight however then there was a loud crack, which transported them to Abergwaun, Cymru. ‘Rwyn gallu clywed cryndod yn dy lais. Gosh! I didn’t know I spoke Cymraeg.’ Said Sajid.

An elongated circular shadow passed over. Suddenly there was a break in the clouds. The shadow turned into the shape of a large bear, possibly a panda. This was left unnoticed as Georgia and Sajid went to Y Pantri for some gingerbread men.

They stayed the night at Hamilton backpackers. This was an enchanting cottage in a dark street in the town. Hafunda, crutches and all, was waiting for them here. ‘Come, fly away on my giant ladybirds.’ Muttered he.

The ladybirds took Georgia, Sajid and Hafunda to Cantref-y-Gwaelod, a land of sixteen cities. All the cities were deserted now the land had been reclaimed and raised up from the sea. The clouds turned pink and orange, and a jar of Lyle’s Golden Syrup flew past.

‘Why have you taken us here?’ Asked Sajid. As two great waves crashed onto the beach, washing up food and drinking water. A dragon with tentacles in it’s head flew down from the upper reaches of the sky and danced an ancient dance.

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Twilight

After the entertainment from the dragon, and the food and drink from the waves, they walked up to the city above. Buildings of many shapes were there. It was like entering a silvery twilight that knew no greatness or downfall.

A great towering inferno increased in space and time started getting faster, slowing down and getting faster again. The dragon, which was a dragon of the sea, put out the fire. Slowly bubbles started to fall from the sky in different colours.

Increasingly other factors joined the equation, obviously erroneous events such as a harvest mouse jokingly referred to in this case by Hafunda as “pen carth bochdew” built a house of bricks. Bricks from where? Who can say.

‘Hello.’ Said Who. Who was a ghostly face that kept his domain in the sky. ‘Twas I, Who, that made the bricks for the harvest mouse.’ Who then disappeared from the sky. As the harvest mouse’s bricks turned into a viscous glue oozing across the floor.

The next day, gravity decided to have a day off. They floated around like peas in an empty pan with no gravity. Hafunda shouted to Sajid. ‘Why not!’ Sajid thought he and the place he loved might fall into a black hole and be lost forever.

Georgia gave Sajid a reassuring hug, then set about breakdancing on the floor. The ground gave way from under her. It had turned to quicksand. Georgia escaped easily enough. Sajid broke into song. ‘We’re living in a world of quicksand…’

They woke early, the rising sun waved a friendly hello. The clouds were dressed in gingham clothes and chose interesting shapes. There, in the sky was a cleaner falling at a rapid pace. Breathless, the three people fled from the vacuum.

‘By Jove it’s a wall!’ Cried Hafunda in a childish voice. Indeed there was a wall there. It was an old crumbly wall. Then and there it fell down. It revealed a tiny forest of bonsai trees. Cold, and shivering somewhat by the fallen wall, Georgia looked backwards in time.

Sajid, Georgia and Hafunda journeyed through the forest, which was inhabited by friendly creatures, which guarded the fish of the surrounding oceans. The day was hot, rainbow sweat poured down the traveller’s faces.

By now it was night, the fireflies glowed in the distance. There was a mosaic of a fish on the floor, lit only by moonlight, which was quite bright in these parts. Cosmic rays blew a gap in the mosaic and created a burning ring of fire.

Out of the fire rose some techno music, expressed as something you could see. The bass was pulsating away distorting the trees around it, the moog was a cool blue haze that seemed to be dancing with the fire.

Then out of blue came a mighty monster. It was the kind that smoked a pipe and played a hurdy gurdy. The three danced to the techno folk hybrid until Sajid broke his ankle. The pain was so great that he felt perfectly at one with the universe.

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Hello there, Universe

Sajid looked down at his ankle, he noticed it was not broken but ants had bit him several times. The bites spelled out a message. It read “Hello there, Universe.” He ignored this because he had a more important matter at hand. Ghost Fish Transistor.

In his hand was Ghost Fish Transistor, a device that could open a tunnel from Cantref-y-Gwaelod back to Wales. Before he could use the device a yellow fellow appeared. Sajid then got a warm tingle up his spine like he had never felt before.

Georgia looked deeply into the yellow fellow’s eyes, while the yellow fellow himself proceeded to get eaten by the hurdy gurdy playing monster. A loud scream went up as Hafunda realised his shoelaces were undone.

A turkey with a jug of rhubarb juice appeared; it made some noises before producing an eel from its beak. This was an electric eel that triggered ghost fish transistor and opened the tunnel back to Wales.

Small lights glowed at the end of the tunnel; this was a blue light that spiralled out of the entrance. Hafunda vanished. ‘Step aboard the light train.’ a voice announced. The light train was a train made of light.

The two companions ventured forth onto the light train and started playing cards. The planet then started to reverse its rotation so the sun started to set in the east from where it rose. Everything smelled of oats.

Two bees flew in through a window of the light train. Hafunda reappeared and said. ‘Hey, Lucky, I’ve got this fully functioning miniature beehive.’ Lucky was one of the bee’s names. Indeed, Lucky was a bee of high regard.

‘Buzz.’ Fuzzed Lucky as he and his pal flew into Hafunda’s beehive. The beehive lit up flashing different colours, sparks like fireworks came from the top of the little bee box. As though the bees were having a celebration inside.

Three cats came along, and ate all the bees, ‘That’s some good bees.’ They thought in unison. Suddenly haunting violins started playing in the background. Our heroes had reached their destination, Fishguard.

After stepping off the light train down by the harbour, they noticed it was raining. This endless rain, pittered and pattered down on their foreheads as they looked up at a giant rainbow in the sky as an glowing spacecraft sped past playing a sad song.

His voice hushed, Hafunda spoke; ‘Glowing orange the apples fall down, all around people flock compass and map around, the world points the way to our prey, the chops and cuts of our film, heat, red flame, white flame, blue skies bright.’

Then the rain stopped, trees shook in the wind, Georgia’s teeth chattered in the crisp, cold daylight. ‘Back on land, over time, over lords, ladies and baroness’ a voice in my head goes round a round, messes, forever, messes.

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Little Rubber Duck

The adventurers looked out to see, the sea was rough, and on it bobbing up and down on the waves was a little rubber duck. Sajid’s voice went low. ‘Today was my unlucky day, some bees got in the way when I was about to, talk.’

Under fluffy white clouds they lay, Georgia’s spirit floated far away and Hafunda spilt his tea. Following that slight delay, Hafunda then began to seize up, before loosening, dancing and going to say. ‘Georgia your spirit’s getting away.’

So it was Time to chase. Space was in the lead but Time was gaining fast. There was an explosion in the galaxy. Georgia’s spirit drifted towards a giant red star that then exploded, throwing her spirit past Space and Time back towards Georgia.

Sajid looked at Georgia, he raised his eyebrows so high they fell off the top of his head. Hafunda spoke. ‘Shu-u-u-u-ucks, I-It’s the ice cream may’n.’ A crow flew down from the sky and scavenged Sajid’s eyebrows off the floor. It then flew off.

Just while the ice cream van pulled the sea’s plug out of the sea bed with a big rope, Sajid ran after the crow. He tripped and found a penny swirling in a pool of multicoloured liquid. It sang a rainbow.

Looking at the penny, he noticed the face on it pulsating, throbbing in time to some nearby techno sounds. It started nodding in time to the beat. Then its profiled head turned towards Sajid, and spoke. ‘I think you’re cool <insert YOUR NAME here>.’

The Sarus, who had been quiet this entire time, bent his neck down the ground. He spat a staircase of words through the floor. Opening an entrance to a cave that echoed with the sound of drips and books.

A sheep was grazing not far into the cave, ‘You’re a very long sheep, Brambles.’ said the eyebrowless Sajid-lion to the sheep he had just named. Georgia turned to him and sighed, sigh. A pencil seemed to be trying to tunnel its way to the surface. Time stopped.

Hafunda vanished and after a few hours exploring the cave the team encountered a man with a funny hat making pottery. The penny dropped and hit the potter on the head. The man crafted an Afghan Sun which lit up the room.

‘Golly! It’s hot!’ Exclaimed the man. ‘My name is Paul David Alfredo. I will show you how to control time.’ He continued. Across the cave Georgia grew a beard and ate an apple, gaining the ability to sing in tune.

Paul David Alfredo had a heart attack and Sajid banged his head on the cave ceiling. ‘Ouch!’ He cried. ‘What time is it? I’m starving’. His stomach rumbled as several shellfish crawled out of his belly button.

Georgia looked deeply into The Saurus, the word helping dinosaur’s eyes, she felt a profound and meaningful sadness that would soon make whatever happiness she felt much more powerful. The Saurus grew some wings and flew them the crap out of there to a nearby castle.

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Colin’s Article

Dust was floating thick, as arrows of light lit geometric shapes across the room. The air was filled with a static like energy, with the gentle crackle of wood fire and one end of the room bellowing grot and grime towards the blackened ceiling.

Georgia grasped Sajid’s arm, and tugged at his knitwear, she looked towards the fire. The fire parted into two for a moment revealing the image of a distressed imp like creature beckoning their attention.

Pulling at the drawstring on her coat, the curtains of a large window opened on the darkest wall of the room, with a magpie flying in through the broken glass. The moon peered in to say hello. ‘Hello.’ Said the moon.

They sat around for a few days drinking soup and increasingly stale bread. ‘Sajid, a few days ago I saw something waving at me in the fire.’ Georgia sang some funky jazz acapella and made Sajid smile.

The Saurus spoke thus. ‘Virtues bestow you from experience and lessons learned, yet morals are sins set upon you by majority movements of humanity, choose a path, for I shall leave you now.’ The Saurus booped a nearby key fob and drove off in a rally car.

The remaining party of two were swept up together in the same dream, reading newspapers for hours in an austere and blandly decorated apartment high up a 1960s brutalist tower block. A clock chimed, stillness filled the room for a moment as a radio buzzed into life.

‘Seasonal greetings, inhabitant, I am Hob Olfactory. A endwarfed goblin, cursed to live only in the flames of the Earth, I am here to make some noise and have some fun’. There was a loud fart that resonated through Sajid so much so his ear glowed purple.

That evening they woke and everything slowed down. A ticking clock stuttered with a syncopated stammer. Georgia gestured to get Sajid’s attention. It felt like it took about 47 and a half minutes.

‘Colin’s probably still writing his article for the County Echo.’ Sajid mentioned and the pair left the building, finding themselves on a cliff edge, with a large water slide meandering down to the beach’s edge.

‘I want to go first!’ Said Georgia. ‘Wait, what did you say about Colin?’ For Georgia, Colin was a distant memory that had long faded, all but his name. She jumped arse first into the slide as the water turned to lukewarm gravy.

Sajid followed and as they reached the soft lap of the sea they felt as though they were medieval monkeys being punished by god for having a bad thought once. The sea turned to stone so they were able to walk across toward the land in the far distance.

Georgia remembered something about Colin. He wrote fortune telling articles for her local newspaper. She blushed, but her face didn’t go red, a metre long caterpillar tip toeing across the rocks did, then it disintegrated into something resembling toothpaste.

‘Hark!’ Sajid noticed a wind with a swirling purple tint gust around them. ‘What’s this? Is this the prophesied breath of Govsachrig?’ And so, Govsachrig summoned a blizzard of purple and greenish bird seed.

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Hafunda’s Jaunty Hat

Hafunda reappeared with a parrot who ate the seed, fighting several big balloons tied to his arms. ‘If you don’t pop these I’ll be Govsachrig’s supper!’ Georgia sang an extra special note and the balloons popped to the rhythm of the intro to “Never Gonna Give You Up”.

‘Ah my leg has grown back, najs!’ Hafunda was relieved because he just finished on the toilet after a rather stubborn blockage. ‘Govsachrig will pick up our scent. We must try not to smell!’ Instructed Hafunda to Georgia and Sajid, who were eating yellow apples.

Hafunda’s jaunty hat opened its eyes and surveyed the land they were walking towards. ‘It’s Wales, we will get you home, and soon it’s sŵn festival in Cardiff so maybe we can get the train there tomorrow.’

Sajid’s ears turned into fish heads. The others didn’t notice. And that made Sajid sad. Sajid sat down and ate some salad leaves he had stolen from the long sheep in the cave. The Earth spun somewhat and it started raining.

‘We’re definitely getting close to Wales.’ Said Georgia. As a large tree grew to full height nearby out of the cold, hard, stone sea. ‘Things are a-changing in these parts. That’s for sure! That’s for sure! For sure! For sure!’ She sang to the tune of змей.

A lot of time had passed and they were back in Wales. Georgia had had time to think. She thought about the time millions of mice made a clockwork cat automaton work by running to either side of a see-saw to process its mechanics and logic.

Underground currents were being stored to feed the mice so they had to bury underground to eat the currents. This was before the floor turned to lava and everything burned, of course it was.

Oblongs and rectangles rained down from the sky, now they were back in Wales, the oblongs fell 200 metres and the rectangles from 230 metres, when they hit the ground they bounced twice as high and disappeared.

Many fissures and cracks in space time occasionally destroyed all the information in existence and had everyone wondering what they were doing in this merry dance towards the inevitable omega that was the singularity.

Georgia remembered the time Sajid said she was beautiful. It was a very green day. The sky was green, and there were around 773 green cats in close proximity arguing and playing amongst themselves.

A van drove past and an old lady brought out a blackbird pie held between her patchwork oven gloves. ‘Oh my! I’ll eat that!’ Said the fishes that used to be Sajid’s ears as they started sucking on the hot steaming pastry.

Hafunda smiled at Georgia and turned into a lute. Georgia was upset because she didn’t know how to play the lute. But hey, at least, she could learn. Am I right? Yeah? Hey, what? Yeah? I’m right, yeah? She could definitely learn the lute.

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Plotting Reality

Lasers shined sporadically from the underneath of the clouds, causing mayhem amongst cats, and other apex predators. A small cauliflower grew a face and legs and ran towards the nearby shops. It was on a mission for some munch.

A large roll of graph paper unfurled in front of Georgia. So she decided to plot. She needed data, and a plan, and some kind of pen, which Sajid soon provided from his infinity pockets. Georgia plotted out the rest of her life.

This plot wasn’t an idealist version of what Georgia wanted. In fact what had happened is her hands had been possessed by a woman who ruled the galaxy. She didn’t have a name as that would be some tarnish to her unlimited power. 

Going into more and more depth Georgia unknowingly plotted what was about to happen. The shadow drenched toil of years of hardship and an almost absolute absence of hope was recorded, destined for the near future. 

Suddenly one of the fishes in Sajid’s head burst out and transformed into a crustacean with large razor sharp claws. It chopped Georgia’s hands off, leaving her bleeding on the ground, with only minutes to live.

An old frightened child ran towards as his breath turned into tears of a sky blue liquid. With torrents of liquid pouring from his nose and mouth he managed to utter these words with urgency. ‘Stop! You must get on this train!’

Sajid lifted Georgia off the floor as new plots appeared on the graph paper as if there were invisible people around. Everything was changing. Colours danced to every sound. Objects morphed in and out of existence. 

Sajid carrying Georgia felt a surge of energy as his ear grew back and they ran towards the train station. Within what seemed like a moment they were outside train. The child turned entirely into liquid that smelled of peanuts.

On the train there was an elderly couple sat at a table opposite the only spare seats. They looked on in shock as Sajid placed a now unconscious Georgia down with her arm stubs still bleeding profusely all over the train.

Sajid was panicking and everyone around who had caught sight of Georgia was screaming. All the screams combined together to form a note so pure and wholesome that the train started floating up into the air.

Two collard doves flew on board the train as the screamed music continued to resonate across the sky. The dove landed on Georgia’s arms and mouthful by mouthful started regurgitating her hands back together. 

Georgia’s glasses slid off her face onto the table and at that exact moment the train crashed back down onto the tracks as though nothing had happened. On the tanoy some vaguely pigeony sounds woke Georgia up.

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Journey to Kajelcha

The train started rolling gently along as the mild mannered elderly couple were already falling asleep. The sky turned from dark grey to a vibrant turquoise. As the train passed an ancient tree spirit.

The subtle sway and rocking motion of the BR Class 156 had a hypnotic effect on everyone on board. Memories freshly wiped with painless brain injections of lemon juice by an army of ghosts, people were settling down.

‘Settle down, please.’ A stern voice said over the tannoy. As the colour returned to Georgia’s cheeks, Sajid, his head now resembling that of a disgruntled camel, seemed tired. Georgia reached into Sajid’s pocket and took a sweet.

The sweet tasted of the excitement of a first kiss mixed with intense quivering sexual energy. Kind of like liquorice. Outside the train window The Sarus was driving his rally car parallel up the road by the track.

Words flew from The Saurus’ mouth “Go to the toilet.” Suddenly Georgia had to go. Squeezing with everything to try and hold on she waddled up the aisle, in time to the smooth jazz that constantly inhabited her mind.

In the toilet she sat down and noticed draped over the sink in front was her green charity shop dress. Desperate to change out of her blood stained clothes she slipped it on after she was done and walked back down next to Sajid.

Georgia was in pain. Like a corkscrew taking wax out of her ears, she felt her consciousness extracted from her by what seemed to be an elephant from another dimension who had been on the crack. And not the Irish craic.

‘Gosh!’ Georgia had come to a realisation. She could travel back through time to stop the pain. By using techniques taught to her by Paul David Alfredo and his suspiciously jaunty hat she could change the course of her life.

Georgia focused on the thrash of the Class 156’s diesel engine and sent her brain to another planet. A place where giraffes sailed on tall ships across the exclusively watery surface and birds sent messages between the boats.

On this planet, known as Kajelcha, there were huge underwater civilisations, great republics of artists and musicians, writers and dancers, living harmoniously with the waves. She needed a way down there.

Combining her brain power with the winds pushing the clouds along she dove under the surface. Manifesting as bubbles and other fruity gasses, she made her way to one of these creative utopias.

Met at the gates by an almost dolphin like water dragon with familiar tentacles in it’s head she flew into the dragon’s brain. What she encountered was a mind like no other. A creative engine so rich and intense it would inspire her for years.

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The Travelling Spirit

Inside the dragon’s mind Georgia spent 362 years, living free as a dancer in a freethinking world where abilities of building a society that worked for all, especially the most vulnerable, outshone abilities of general intelligence.

This was a place like no other but she felt like a change so in a sudden rush of bubbles from the dragon’s mouth she flew out and up out of the water up in a cloud, deep into the atmosphere, and even into the edge of space.

Georgia was kinda bored so she went to a nebula where stars were being born out of great clouds of gas collapsing in on to itself, over and over again, she lived on the fringes of the central part of the galaxy for several billion years.

She wondered why gravity holds people down but why it’s not enough to keep the universe together. This was a difficult question. So instead she did a burp. Emitting from her like energy from a neutron star this echoed across the universe. 

Her presence was not to go unnoticed. With the signature look of exhausted ungulate, a being of pure light appeared in front of her, it had dragged a ribbon of various pieces of heavy metals along with it and left it in Georgia’s nebula. 

‘Ha! Who could this be?’ Georgia’s senses went into overload as the two entities mingled around the entire galaxy for several billion years. They played pranks on each other with surprise supanovas and random destruction.

A bond was created that meant both Georgia and this familiar force began to lose all meaning and identity. All previous significance was lost as a great emptiness was embraced between them. Only light could pierce this intense darkness. 

As the two super beings hung out together until the end of time, Something couldn’t help feel a little homesick. She wanted to taste golden syrup again. She wanted to see what films were on at Theatr Gwaun. She wanted to smell real food.

Whatever nameless superpower she had become she wanted to return home. To walk the coast path. To sit by harbour watching the boats at Lower Town. To feel the sea breeze and unexpected explosion of a nearby custard factory. 

The taste of the Singapore Mixed Vegetables Chow Mein from China Chef had been on her mind. She put all her energy focused on the inevitable death of the universe and any cyclic new beginnings that followed.

Suddenly Georgia found herself back on the train, sat next to Sajid, who reassuringly, looked like a llama ready to spit in her face. A feeling of profound unexplainable happiness flowed through her, as meaning returned to her veins. 

‘I really appreciated it when you gave me that ribbon for my hair, you know, Sajid. It was kind, and I don’t think many people have shown me kindness like that before. Remember you are a special person whatever you feel.’