fiction 107

this will be a fiction, about a magical manhole cover. it is a normal looking manhole cover, just like the ones out in the street that you don't pay attentions to. like this:



just what exactly is magical about the manhole cover, i am not yet fully privy to. or privy of. (however one goes about prepositioning a priv.)

i have not developed my fiction to that degree, yet.

very possibly, it will look much different when viewed in other bands of the electromagnetic spectrum. maybe like this:



also very possibly it would be a magical portal into a fantastic parallel-universe-ish underground wastewater collection grid, which would not smell, because of all of the non-toxic febreze that would be flowing through the channels, which would still be made out of bricks or asphalt. or whatever wastewater collection channels are made out of in our own world.

and there would be a kingdom of brilliant rodents. yeah! and it would be just like watership down, except with rats, and in the sewer instead of on a warren in the English countryside. and there could be a rebellion, and the good guys could find these four turtles, who have fallen through the magical manhole portal from our world, and they would become highly skilled at using antiquated japanese weaponry!

hold on..

wait..

this is dumb. a magical manhole is a dumb fiction. i can do a better fiction than that, i think. besides, "manhole" will become a big joke for all of the people with dirty minds. the phonies who never think about anything but carnal sexual stuff, and filth and things. those rotten bastards. it was never my idea to call a manhole a manhole. i think that a "wastewater system access cover" would have been a wiser choice, but we've got what we've got, right? fuck...

anyway, this won't work. shit. i'm sorry. what a waste.

i'm sorry.