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Sept. 29, 2004 I ran across planks of wood as fast as my legs would let me under the circumstances. The planks vibrated violently as my feet slapped on them. A voice cried out in the distance, “You don’t have to run!” The voice was full of lies and misunderstanding, an evil and very cruel voice. It made me run faster, sweet dripped from my long locks of hair, the planks shifted and creaked now. The voice echoed and foot steps followed, growing louder giving me more reason to hasten my travel across the planks, which were now cracking slightly under my weight. My left foot was descending towards another plank, it made contact and a loud cracking sound echoed. My mouth opened as my balance gave out and I fell to my left, back first. My scream echoed as I fell towards the ground, a sharp piercing pain shot through my stomach. Another one near the center of my chest, I looked down at my body. Sharp, jagged spears imbedded into my body. A liquid know to me as blood oozed slowly and painful from around the jagged spears. They seemed to be part of my body now but I couldn’t help feel the pain of them, and then the shooting pain down my spine or what’s left of it. A light glared into my eyes, burning hot and seemingly dangerous however being taboo made it all the more desirable. The urge for the light made it all the brighter and soon it filled my vision dragging me somewhere, anywhere. The pain seemed to be drawn from me like poison drawn from a wound. My next vision was that of the light fading and the slights that were my eyes became wide and peering. I quickly filled with anxiety shot a glance at my chest to make sure I was no longer imbedded with the jagged and sharp spears. My next sensation was that of a ragged and musky odor that filled my nostrils causing me to squish them in protection. I looked ahead searching for the source of the odor and found a man sitting in a very well padded lazy boy chair. He wore torn, stained, and unwashed robes wrapped around him repeatedly to protect from the now obvious cold in the dark room. Though I couldn’t see his face I could see an unattended to beard that was white mixed with spots of grey. His mouth opened or so I though and was evidently correct as he spoke in a low, decrypted, and shattered by age voice. “You have wronged many a person.” How did he know what I had done and just where was I. I had been on the edge of death and then I here, could it be by the hand of god I’ve been sent to this place as penalties. “What is it of your business?” He grappled his hands in front of himself causing more of the odor to exterminate into the air. “It is my business as I am your judge and I shall been searching for a reason to keep you alive.” A shocking amount of information, if what he was saying was true then I am nothing more then a corpse with spears stuck through me. “Ok then, how do I go on living?” “You must show me one thing that has proven decent enough to win me over as judge.” His voice filled with wisdom and his voice seemed to broaden in an accent similar to a Scotsman. I felt the urge to sit and then another lazy boy chair appeared behind me, so I sat and stared at the man carefully thinking just what would win him over. I sat for many an hour pondering just what may allow me to live on. My thoughts shifted from the task at hand to when I had the desire to sit and the chair appeared in an instant without my knowing. As my thoughts shifted I came to a realization and then forced the desire of thirst upon myself. As the desire grew a table appeared in flash beside me, then a glass, water slowly filled the glass. Then I forced the desire not of water but perhaps scotch, a shot glass along side a flask of scotch appeared upon the table. “I have made my decision.” The old man glared at me with curiosity, “Then I shall leave you.” The old man and the chair disappeared in flash just like the glass before. I sat in the chair with a grin. ------------ About the author Aaron Palmer: I currently don't have a book but I am in the progress of writing it. I've been working on said book for over ten months now and I feel writer's block coming but I figure taking a break for a bit might be good. http://rwmm.swifthost.net Email: abstractviews2@hotmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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