Two headed horse tails
Last Hope
Just one more dream

The man walking behind my dog and I was barking. He grumbled and coughed unintelligible curses and wild hand-gestures. I threw up my own silent guttural requests for Heaven’s healing. Then I stumbled upon Ambulance sirens, and two winter-jacketed vagrants writhing on the ground — the smells of gunpowder.
Finally! I had waited so long for this. There she was, my chance at redemption, ragdolled on the floor.
Hiding between the vagrants as she was, one could barely notice her shaved eyebrows and her missing left ear.
But she saw me.
Her hands raised in tune with her shriek.
“I didn’t shoot them”, she said, small pistol still trembling in one raised hand.
I was frozen. Afraid and unafraid. At peace, unsure though about this fate.
Marcella had been a portion of the cult we once knew. I’d given her rocks from every place I’d travelled. And written poetry.
“GET DOWN!” She yelled.
Years of cult training kicked in. I was halfway to the ground when the small pistol fired. The explosive bullet ripped barking man’s face. His revolver fell on the vagrants with a soft thump.
“Aren’t you tired of saving my life, Marcella?” I asked, hugging her.
The Machine lights blinked in my laboratory. She was waking finally. Her eyes fluttered, half-open now.
“Did I do it again?”
I brushed her tiny cheek with rugged fingers.
“Yeah, but we’ll get there.”
“Why do I insist on being the hero?”
“Because your father wasn’t one”, I said.
“What about you? How did you pass the Dream?”
“I wish I could tell you, but I failed. I tried relentlessly from eighteen to twenty-one. Three years of hell. For nothing. But you still have time, I trust you.”
“Why me?” she asked, hoping for solace I couldn’t give.
This story was co-written by Fox (the artist) and Smillew (top writer in satire).
It was our seventeenth tale! Here are the previous ones:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7| Part 8| Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13| Part 14| Part 15| Part 16
We call the concept the Two Headed Horse Tails.
As Fox (poet and digital art expert) describes it, Two Headed Horse Tails can be a tug of war. Two people (one of them could be YOU) are trying to get a tale into the corral, sometimes even against each other’s will.
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- 300 words total.
- Someone starts and writes 50 words. Then the other takes the lead and writes 50 more. Till the 300 count is reached.
- You can switch back and forth as to who starts the piece. (or not! We do.)
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