Blahsphemy

Their sweat is acidic, it can burn holes in your suit. He remembered the words of his master, as the capsule shuddered to a stop. Welcome to Acetamia, a recorded voice echoed. As the transport capsule disappeared into the green horizon, he was reminded of his mission. He was bestowed the task of collecting the love juices of the Zoomboids for research. As for the Zoomboids, the only way to make out whether these elephantine creatures were aroused was from the way they sweated.

It rained heavily enough to wash the dirt off the car. It was parked under a tree with yellow flowers.The tree belonged to the red house that was a few yards away. But, no one knew whom the car belonged to. It was just one of those nameless cars that wait patiently for their owners to return. 

The night refused to go. The song refused to end. Little did they know that a beautiful memory was being born. 

A story is waiting to be born. The pregnant pause was a dead giveaway. Everyone waited with bated breath as the logs crackled in the fireplace.