Dating : A Vulgar Smile

Within the clouds from where blood rain drenched easily, there appeared a set of teeth so horrendous and devilish that the people below immediately got on their knees to pray to their new god. What, have we, in strange times such as these, been abandoned and forgotten by the previous god that we worshipped?, they asked themselves, and those who did not ask that, were immediately struck down with a whiplash from a tongue so quick that bodies were cut in half and many families cried.

Despite these occurrences, there were momentary periods in which the teeth vanished from the heavens and a rainbow of a million colors covered the sky. It was in this period of time in which everyone got together to make their deepest, darkest, filthiest wishes come true and they all did, eventually, and there was so much rejoicing and suffering, so much wealth in heart and deterioration, so much disgusting enjoyment and love and happiness and corpses continuously revived, that people felt ever so thankful to the evil creature that was reigning over them.

And when it came back, with fangs and a extra molars, the pain began again, but people held and held and held for they knew that when it became tired, when it went to sleep, they could wish back everything they had lost and replace their pain with liveliness. But the lashes and acts of cruelty went on for longer and longer and by th time people were ready to kiss the many colors of the rainbow, hunger and thirst and death and grief and madness had so much devastated many that there were fewer and fewer people to wish.

In the midst of the thousandth and thirty third hellstorm, the smile of the devil finally opened itself so much, showed so many teeth in the red clouds, that it broke itself apart and it grew and grew to such an extent that the mouth closed in the opposite way as if enveloping an invisible face and crunching it up into a dot. In a whimper so fickle, the sky had failed and the rainbow remained for longer and longer than anyone had ever seen it.

People wished reluctantly at first, as they always did, but the more they did so, however, it felt to them, though they had no way to prove it, that the smile would not come back. The people clapped and hollered as their desires were blown asunder across lands, as evil and cruel, but also as merciful and beautiful, as they had been before. But without the sky limit of the evil god, the hearts of the people became less and less vindictive, their desires less important than the ones they could make out from each other’s eyes.

With such a world, after all, there was no need for loss and murder, for thievery and deception, only a sense of a life that could begin and end at a heart’s content, and a wish that could continue for a second or a trillion years, and with such thoughts and feelings, the people stopped wishing altogether for they had everything to live and survive. As a last attempt, they carefully drew the image of the smile, devilish, repugnant, and always open with teeth, so they could remind themselves of the bad breath they had so much struggled against, and gave it the cutest pink and baby blue colors, so as to make it something pretty and nice to the view.