Saturday, April 23, 2011

Adventure, Always

The day after tomorrow I depart on the adventure of a lifetime. There will probably be troubles along the way, I will most likely be stressed to the limit, possibly run very low on, or possibly out of money, have something break down, fall asleep at the wheel, or get something stolen.
And I wouldn't change all of the possible badness for anything in the world.
Readers, wish me luck.

Adventure, Always

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Lovely

Life is beautiful. I see my friends smile, just laughing about day to day as we plan out our futures when we leave each other behind. I watch my lover, excited for the future, grab my hand and start running, and without a word, I'm in full sprint beside her, running through a fountain. I read about my beloved cousin's antics of poor judgment, and as I laugh, I still feel a great deal of joy for her accomplishment

And on top of all that, the moon is bright, and fat, April snowflakes are falling from the sky

Sometimes, everything is lovely.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Creeper

I pant with my back against the wall, sweat from my brow dripping onto the earth below. The walls of the cave reverberate with my staggered breathing, and I can't tell my heartbeats from the steps of my pursuer ringing in my ears. I tighten my grip on the blade in my hand and hold my flickering torch in my left.

I'm hundreds of feet underground and hopelessly lost. Nobody will hear my cries, my body's final resting place will remain unknown to the people I love.

I hope they won't search for me. I wouldn't wish this Hell upon anybody.

I pull away from the wall, and running my hand along the edge, I feel something rough, and shift my body to illuminate it. There's a soft glisten as a small smiles creeps across my face. Gold. How very novel. Mere hours ago, I would be rejoicing at this tiny deposit, but now it's just another dead weight to be carried by a man just clinging to the very idea of survival.

Suddenly, I hear it again. Footsteps
A deathly silence. He hears me. He smells me.
A moan to wake the dead.
I start running, but I'm too slow. I don't dare look behind me though. I can feel the lifeless gaze, and the soulless body stalking me, faster and faster
Until-

"sssssssssssssSSSSSS"

Then, silence.