Nathan's

Joey plunged the hotdog into the water and watched it expand before pulling it out and cramming it into his already full mouth.

Chewing furiously he imagined himself a viking destroying his enemy, piercing through soggy armor and rubbery flesh with spear-like incisors. He fought only to kill. To send his opponent like its twenty-seven brethren before it, to the bowels of hell.

Joey grabbed the cup and pulled deep, not minding the soggy chunks of bread collecting on his lips before slamming it back down. He braced himself for the melee of approaching challengers .

Only forty more to go.

Heaven Above

The day i tried to fly, was the day i met God.

"Poor creature," he said, "did I not give thee sense to know thou art not a winged bird?"

i stared into indescribable eyes and saw everything - comprehending nothing.

"My child, did I not give thee legs to carry thyself across solid earth?"

i marveled at bottomless robes, praying to see what was beyond.

"I am Creator of the Universe, Life, Knowledge. Yet thou art compelled, dissatisfied by what I know not. What could exist that I would not bestow unto thee?

"Lord," i said "...curiosity."