Calvin Nemeckay Have you ever had the pleasure of being the younger brother of an international hero? No? Well, let me tell you, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. My name is Lief, but what does that mean to you? Nothing, is what. What probably does mean something is my brother’s name: Beowulf. Yup, he’s THAT Beowulf. “Beowulf the Great and Powerful,” as some people like to call him. What a jerk. I mean, sure, he saved all those people and killed all those monsters, but who really cares? I’d like to think I’m very noble as well. I’ve done my best in life, but do I get any recognition? NO! Let me tell you, this farm of mine does not plow itself. Those crops don’t just magically gather into that basket over there either! I work long and hard for the little money that I earn, but that doesn’t seem to be enough to please anyone. My father, Ecgtheow, isn’t too pleased, I can tell you that much. “Why can’t you be more like your brother?” he says, “Savior of the Danes, for crying out loud! Savior of the Danes, and his brother, the turnip farmer.” It stings, it hits me real deep. Don’t you think I would have saved an entire race if I could have? Don’t you think I want the strength to slay not one, not two, but THREE monsters in my lifetime!? I would commit murder just to be able to kill someone like he did! I hate him and all, but COME ON. I suppose you’re also wondering why I hate him, huh? Well, how do you think someone who slays three hideous beasts gets so strong? Some storytellers will try to tell you that he had the power of God on his side. Power of God my butt. He had a punching bag. A small, defenseless punching bag named Lief. As a kid, he was embarrassed to know me! Can you believe that!? I’m a nice guy! What’s not to like here!? I’ve got personality, and I’m witty beyond compare! Sure, I’m not much to look at, but old Wulfie looks like he got hit by a truck! I mean, what I’m saying is, why hate me? Every hero needs a sidekick, right? A witty sidekick, with great one liners saved up for right after you show the bad guys who’s the boss around here! I am that guy! I was born to be that guy! Literally! Dad told me so! But NOOOOOOOO. He has to end up prancing around with that Wiglaf guy; who the heck is he, anyway!? He just shows up, out of NOWHERE, right when Beowulf gains power. Now that doesn’t sound like a true friend to me. And, to add insult to injury, the guy RUNS AWAY while Beowulf was fighting that dragon! I mean, yeah, he came back to help later on, but still. Come on, man. At least have a little class. So yeah. Overall? Being the big hero’s little brother? I don’t recommend it.
Yonder does your beauty brighten my day, Vibrant and golden do you light my way; However cliche it may take to sound It does give truth, no matter how confound. Black ink 'pon parchment does speak 'tis message, Inscribed does it e'er mean less in 'tis age; Written by me but left to whither in A digital cage o' th' original sin. Older am I, barred from love and presence With you; as you are an adolescence, Young and pure and not for our romance To e'er come to fruit; to give me hindrance. Yet love is love, and of the soul it grows, Breaking all conform; a thorn of the rose.
My mind is not the same as theirs. As theirs. As theirs.
I can not be around other people because I am not like them. My brain creates things that others do not create. I see things that others do not. These things speak to me and I listen and I speak to them and they listen. This makes other people angry. They tell me to stop talking to the things I see because they do not exist. They do not believe in the things I see. But I know they are real. They are real. They are real.
Sometimes I only see things one time. On November 16, 2004 at 8:43 pm I saw a rat. I named the rat Tuesday because November 16, 2004 was a Tuesday and that was the day I saw the rat. Tuesday had very long claws and she climbed onto my lap so that I could pet her. She wanted me to tell her about my day so I sat there and I pet Tuesday and I told her about my day. When I told Tuesday that I had eaten a tuna fish sandwich, she bit me and I screamed.
“Tuna is my favorite food,” Tuesday said after she bit me.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Hit yourself,” said Tuesday.
So I did. I hit myself.
“Hit yourself again,” said Tuesday.
So I did. I hit myself again. And again. And again.
After November 16, 2004 at 8:43 pm, I never asked Nurse Kelly for a tuna sandwich. If she ever gave me one, I would hit myself again and again and again until the big men in blue suits had to tie me to the bed while Nurse Kelly put the needle in my arm and I got very sleepy.
Some of the things I see always come back. I see 400 the cat three times a week and he talks to me about how I feel.
But the one thing I see that I see every day is Victor.
Victor is almost always with me and he always wants to talk to me. He says very bad things and I know they are bad because sometimes I tell Doctor Beurd what Victor says and he tells me they are bad things. “Doctor Beurd wants to hurt you,” Victor said.
“Doctor Beurd does not want to hurt me because he gives me little candies and pills that make my head stop feeling fuzzy,” I said. This made Victor angry.
“Do not take Doctor Beurd’s pills anymore. They are poison,” Victor roared and this made me scared. But then I became confused.
“If Doctor Beurd’s pills are poison, why do they never hurt me?” I said. This annoyed Victor and he grabbed my arm very tightly.
“If you take Doctor Beurd’s pills ever again, I will go home and I will hurt your family,” Victor said and I started crying because I did not want that.
The difference between Victor and the other things I see is that something like Tuesday the rat will say that they will do something, but they never do. But when Victor says he will do something, he always does.
On March 10, 2001 at 3:49 pm, I was at the creek behind my house with Aaron Summers who lived next door to me. Aaron was being very nice to me that day and we were playing tag. But Victor did not like Aaron and he told me that if I didn’t stop playing with him, Victor would push him into the river. I did not believe Victor because he is just grumpy.
But then Aaron was running my the river and I watched Victor float right up to him and push him in. The water was very cold and Aaron’s head went under it. The police found his body and he was all white and blue all over. It scared me because Victor could do special things.
So when Victor said he would kill my family, I believed him.
Jonathan Meyer Creative Writing Free Write 9/8/14 Mike stood there dazed. It was hot, damn hot. Mike had asked someone how hot it was and they responded saying its so hot you could cook a turkey on the sidewalk. What a weird way to respond to such a question. Mike knew he had to move soon. They were almost on him. They were everywhere and he had just been separated from his group of three other people. They were all 17, seniors in high school, or they were seniors. Now age and occupation didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was knowledge and skill. Mike had skill at shooting guns, but wasn’t too bright. Some may say he ain’t the sharp tool in the ted. So as he stood there standing in the middle of Las Vega, Nevada in the searing heat he figured, let’s shoot the zombies, as opposed to running or hiding. So he turned around aiming down the street with a shotgun and started blasting away. After every shot he would pump the shotgun and after every eight he would reload it by putting eight new shells in, one at a time. But after a while Mike felt in his pocket and realized he ran out of bullets. Mike spun around searching for any where to run or hide. All he saw were roads filled with zombies. He couldn’t run now, but if he had been smart he could have before instead of shooting for 10 minutes. He couldn’t hide either because zombies were in all of the casinos and hotels were filled with zombies. Apparently the best way to survive a zombie apocalypse is to barricade in a casino and bet all your money away while drinking your fear away. All of a sudden Mike was grabbed from behind and thrust to the ground. A zombie fell on top of him snapping his jaw furiously, but Mike held him back by pressing his forearm to the zombies throat. While fending of the zombie its neck began peeling off, causing green, rotten flesh to fall onto Mike’s nice plaid shirt he just worked so hard to steal. As Mike was about to give up and more zombies about to rip his flesh off his bones, Mike heard a car. He turned to his left and saw a red ferrari with a white stripe going down the middle smash through the middle of the zombie horde. He saw his friend Jak lean out the driver’s seat gun in hand and shoot the zombie on Mike. Mike got covered in brain matter, blood and flesh. He stood up as Jak skidded to a stop in front on him. “Come on man you got zombie goo all over my new shirt,” Mike complained. “Oh shut up I just saved you, you big dumb idiot stupid head,” Jak joked. Mike got into the passenger seat and Jak drove off right through the other side of the zombie horde and as he did blood covered the windshield. Jak flicked on the windshield wiper and it wiped most of the blood off, enough to see and drive. JAk began driving aimlessly down the road. “So how’s it going?” Jak asked. “Fine,” Mike responded. The two sat there in silence. After about ten minute Mike yelled, “lookout!” Jak looked up from his phone (even in the zombie apocalypse people loved their phones too much). Jak swerved the car out of the way, but unfortunately he drove straight off of a cliff. The car smashed and flipped and crashed all the way down the 100ft drop. Jak and Mike lay in the car then, both dead. The lesson here is don’t text and drive, it can wait.
“They have taken The United States, Russia, China, Japan, and many more countries are being taken even as we speak.” “The south doesn’t seem to be harmed as much, does it not?” “It is only because they have barricaded themselves from them! Afraid to help eradicate of the enemies, they sit and wait as we all succumb to them!” “Evacuate all citizens to the south! We cannot apprehend them while everyone will get in the way!” “We can’t sir, we need to set up a meeting and talk about an agreement.” “Well then do it General, we cannot wait no longer before we become extinct.” “Attention all personnel! We have been breached! It seems they have spread rapidly! Attention all person-” The lights begin to flicker as the microphone becomes shut off. the power becomes dead, but the backup generator comes to play moments after. the lights are now dim as most of the corner lights light red or green, depending on the rooms designation, General Buorox and Admiral Tygar sit still as loud noises of shots echo through the hallways. Loud noises of screams are heard moments after as more echoes of terrified people are heard. Boom, clack-clack-clack, the war doesn’t ease, Finally out of the state of shock, General Buorox stands up, eager to move away from the post-war. “Lets go Admiral! The longer we stay, the closer they get to us!” “The war will end in this apocalyptic nightmare… The extinction of humanity is at its end.” Admiral Tygar muttered to himself. Buorox leaped toward Admiral Tygar as the echoes become more clear. From an opposite end of the room, the door slides open, and comes out Captain Tygar. “Father, we must get going! There is a chopper getting ready for our departure, we won’t make it if we don’t leave now!” Captain Tygar called out. With words said, Admiral Tygar returns to his conscious and the three are at a leave. “Commander Ausar, how are we doing over there? Did you fight them off?” “Negative… we are at a full retreat Captain… I won’t make it, GET THOSE MEN OUT OF HERE CAPTAIN!.. Bless America… Bless the world… BANG!” More echoes are heard constantly as the three move up the stairs when an earthquake delivers a brutal blow. “Hurry! Hold on to the railing and keep it moving! We must make it before the react blows!” General Buorox shouted. As they passed windows on the staircase they all realized they were in deep trouble. Just a few hundred kilometers away stood nothing but collapsing reactors, an explosion was on its way and they couldn’t reach the heli in time. “Move, Move, MOVE!” They ran up the stairs one by one, clank clank clank, there boots go. As they reach the rooftops the echoes begin to bowel up the staircase, General Buorox closes the door and leaves a chair hanging on it as he runs for the chopper, both Tygars cheering him to rush on, the ground begins to shake severely. The floor under them begin to crack, it becomes unbalanced, and the pilot under fear begins to take off, the floor under Tygars and the pilot fall, collapsing toward Buorox as he rushes to them, and with the leap of fate, he makes the leap.
This is all too cliche; the flickering overhead lights, the creepy echoes, and just the abandoned hospital as a whole. It’s so cliche, in fact, that I’m not the least bit scared. More garbage crunches under my steps as I descend further into the mental hospital. Out of habit I glance towards the closest window but I already know what I’ll see. All the windows have been covered so there’s no telling how long I’ve been here. I would know if I hadn’t dropped my phone as soon as I walked inside, the screen is completely cracked and blank. My guess is twenty minutes; five past how long I was dared. Which means now is as good of a time as ever to come out. I stop in my tracks and pull a 180. I’m almost positive this is the way I came. All the rooms had open doorways and were filled with graffiti. I see an overturned wheelchair, “Definitely passed that on my way in.” Everything’s looking good until I come to the end of the hall. There are two sets of stairs, one going up and one going down. Hanging from the ceiling is an EXIT sign with arrows pointing in both directions. The stairway going up is covered in beer cans and graffiti so I know it’s been traveled often. I catch a cool draft from the stairway down, though, so there must be an open door or something. After a moment of second thought, I head down. It all becomes slightly less cliche. The lights no longer flicker but, instead, rest at a dim glow. All the doors are shut and the little windows are covered with bars. The further in I go the colder I get, “There has to be an open door or window down here.” The echo of my footsteps follow me as I come to a dead end. No turn, no stairs and no door. There’s not even an EXIT sign in sight. I stand facing the white wall, listening to the echo of my footsteps, waiting for them to end. I must be an idiot because I should recognize the sound of my own footsteps...I don’t wear boots and I haven’t been walking for a few minutes. I spin around trying to catch my follower but there’s no one there. The echoes have ceased so I might have imagined it. I let air escape through my nose but I hear a sigh. A deep sigh, one someone would let out after holding their breath. I breath out through my nose again and there’s the sigh...right in my ear. I take a step forward, careful that my converse don’t make a sound. The echo of boots still follow, twice. It has to be my imagination. Charlie was making a lot of effort to scare me earlier, he must’ve just gotten to me a little bit. I turn towards the closest door, ignoring the footsteps. I don’t see a single layer of dust. I try the doorknob but it’s locked. Next to the door, in a plastic bin, is a file labeled Caroline. A chuckle escapes my lips, that was my sisters name. Charlie must have come during the day and set this sick joke up. I open up the file and it’s filled with papers. Her birth certificate, a list of her meds, the newspaper clipping from when she went missing and photos. There are tons of photos, of us when we were younger. I pick one up of us swinging at the park, it’s the most recent photo of us. It was taken last year, right before she went missing, We used to sit on the swings and talk about everything. I shove the picture into my pocket and the file falls to the ground. The papers scatter everywhere but I need them! This could open back up her case. I go to my hands and knees collecting the evidence when I notice the gap. Between the floor and the door is a gap big enough to fit my hand through, I can feel the breeze on my wrist. I push my head closer to the door and look through. All I can see is another pair of bloodshot, blue eyes staring back at me.
I toss and turn in my sleep. “Wake up.” I figit, squirm and shiver. “Wake up.” I start to sweat and groan. “Wake. Up.” "Aah!" I yelled, quickly sitting up in my bed, and looking around. I was in an empty room, the bed on the floor, and the only exits I can see are the two windows covered by the blinds and door. I get up, rubbing my head as I walked over to the window. I pull up the blinds, and instantly, my eyes widen as my heart starts to race. I see the stars and the purples, browns and blues of the universe. I see the infinite blackness that is space. My mind begins to race. “How did I get here?” I thought. “Where is here? Am I dead?” I run to the door, and open it, only to be greeted with an otherworldy sight: There were stairs descending into the nothingness of space. The stairs themselves were warped and twisted, the walls and cieling breaking apart into nothing, debris all around. Despite my unending fear, I go down to see what else there was to see. As I went down, I was presented with another bizarre sight: The debris moved to my feet, turning into small platforms. I continued to go down, until I was completely outside of the room. “Wait a moment..” I thought to myself. “... I cant breathe!” I quickly held my breath for a moment, but, when I could no longer hold my breath, and I was certain I would die, I opened my mouth, gasping for air, and came to another conclusion; I was able to breathe. I looked around once more. I looked below me, and saw only blackness and stars. To the left and right, only the debris of what I could only assume was my house. However, when I looked infront of me, I stared in awe. A massive celestial body was infront of me, tan and covered in craters.
Calvin Nemeckay
ReplyDeleteHave you ever had the pleasure of being the younger brother of an international hero? No? Well, let me tell you, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. My name is Lief, but what does that mean to you? Nothing, is what. What probably does mean something is my brother’s name: Beowulf. Yup, he’s THAT Beowulf. “Beowulf the Great and Powerful,” as some people like to call him. What a jerk.
I mean, sure, he saved all those people and killed all those monsters, but who really cares? I’d like to think I’m very noble as well. I’ve done my best in life, but do I get any recognition? NO! Let me tell you, this farm of mine does not plow itself. Those crops don’t just magically gather into that basket over there either! I work long and hard for the little money that I earn, but that doesn’t seem to be enough to please anyone.
My father, Ecgtheow, isn’t too pleased, I can tell you that much. “Why can’t you be more like your brother?” he says, “Savior of the Danes, for crying out loud! Savior of the Danes, and his brother, the turnip farmer.” It stings, it hits me real deep. Don’t you think I would have saved an entire race if I could have? Don’t you think I want the strength to slay not one, not two, but THREE monsters in my lifetime!? I would commit murder just to be able to kill someone like he did! I hate him and all, but COME ON.
I suppose you’re also wondering why I hate him, huh? Well, how do you think someone who slays three hideous beasts gets so strong? Some storytellers will try to tell you that he had the power of God on his side. Power of God my butt. He had a punching bag. A small, defenseless punching bag named Lief. As a kid, he was embarrassed to know me! Can you believe that!? I’m a nice guy! What’s not to like here!? I’ve got personality, and I’m witty beyond compare! Sure, I’m not much to look at, but old Wulfie looks like he got hit by a truck!
I mean, what I’m saying is, why hate me? Every hero needs a sidekick, right? A witty sidekick, with great one liners saved up for right after you show the bad guys who’s the boss around here! I am that guy! I was born to be that guy! Literally! Dad told me so! But NOOOOOOOO. He has to end up prancing around with that Wiglaf guy; who the heck is he, anyway!? He just shows up, out of NOWHERE, right when Beowulf gains power. Now that doesn’t sound like a true friend to me. And, to add insult to injury, the guy RUNS AWAY while Beowulf was fighting that dragon! I mean, yeah, he came back to help later on, but still. Come on, man. At least have a little class.
So yeah. Overall? Being the big hero’s little brother? I don’t recommend it.
Yonder does your beauty brighten my day,
ReplyDeleteVibrant and golden do you light my way;
However cliche it may take to sound
It does give truth, no matter how confound.
Black ink 'pon parchment does speak 'tis message,
Inscribed does it e'er mean less in 'tis age;
Written by me but left to whither in
A digital cage o' th' original sin.
Older am I, barred from love and presence
With you; as you are an adolescence,
Young and pure and not for our romance
To e'er come to fruit; to give me hindrance.
Yet love is love, and of the soul it grows,
Breaking all conform; a thorn of the rose.
My mind is not the same as theirs.
ReplyDeleteAs theirs.
As theirs.
I can not be around other people because I am not like them. My brain creates things that others do not create. I see things that others do not. These things speak to me and I listen and I speak to them and they listen. This makes other people angry. They tell me to stop talking to the things I see because they do not exist. They do not believe in the things I see. But I know they are real.
They are real.
They are real.
Sometimes I only see things one time. On November 16, 2004 at 8:43 pm I saw a rat. I named the rat Tuesday because November 16, 2004 was a Tuesday and that was the day I saw the rat. Tuesday had very long claws and she climbed onto my lap so that I could pet her. She wanted me to tell her about my day so I sat there and I pet Tuesday and I told her about my day. When I told Tuesday that I had eaten a tuna fish sandwich, she bit me and I screamed.
“Tuna is my favorite food,” Tuesday said after she bit me.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Hit yourself,” said Tuesday.
So I did. I hit myself.
“Hit yourself again,” said Tuesday.
So I did. I hit myself again.
And again.
And again.
After November 16, 2004 at 8:43 pm, I never asked Nurse Kelly for a tuna sandwich. If she ever gave me one, I would hit myself again and again and again until the big men in blue suits had to tie me to the bed while Nurse Kelly put the needle in my arm and I got very sleepy.
Some of the things I see always come back. I see 400 the cat three times a week and he talks to me about how I feel.
But the one thing I see that I see every day is Victor.
Victor is almost always with me and he always wants to talk to me. He says very bad things and I know they are bad because sometimes I tell Doctor Beurd what Victor says and he tells me they are bad things.
“Doctor Beurd wants to hurt you,” Victor said.
“Doctor Beurd does not want to hurt me because he gives me little candies and pills that make my head stop feeling fuzzy,” I said. This made Victor angry.
“Do not take Doctor Beurd’s pills anymore. They are poison,” Victor roared and this made me scared. But then I became confused.
“If Doctor Beurd’s pills are poison, why do they never hurt me?” I said. This annoyed Victor and he grabbed my arm very tightly.
“If you take Doctor Beurd’s pills ever again, I will go home and I will hurt your family,” Victor said and I started crying because I did not want that.
The difference between Victor and the other things I see is that something like Tuesday the rat will say that they will do something, but they never do. But when Victor says he will do something, he always does.
On March 10, 2001 at 3:49 pm, I was at the creek behind my house with Aaron Summers who lived next door to me. Aaron was being very nice to me that day and we were playing tag. But Victor did not like Aaron and he told me that if I didn’t stop playing with him, Victor would push him into the river. I did not believe Victor because he is just grumpy.
But then Aaron was running my the river and I watched Victor float right up to him and push him in. The water was very cold and Aaron’s head went under it. The police found his body and he was all white and blue all over. It scared me because Victor could do special things.
So when Victor said he would kill my family, I believed him.
And I never took Doctor Beurd’s pills again.
Jonathan Meyer
ReplyDeleteCreative Writing
Free Write
9/8/14
Mike stood there dazed. It was hot, damn hot. Mike had asked someone how hot it was and they responded saying its so hot you could cook a turkey on the sidewalk. What a weird way to respond to such a question. Mike knew he had to move soon. They were almost on him. They were everywhere and he had just been separated from his group of three other people. They were all 17, seniors in high school, or they were seniors. Now age and occupation didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was knowledge and skill. Mike had skill at shooting guns, but wasn’t too bright. Some may say he ain’t the sharp tool in the ted. So as he stood there standing in the middle of Las Vega, Nevada in the searing heat he figured, let’s shoot the zombies, as opposed to running or hiding. So he turned around aiming down the street with a shotgun and started blasting away. After every shot he would pump the shotgun and after every eight he would reload it by putting eight new shells in, one at a time. But after a while Mike felt in his pocket and realized he ran out of bullets.
Mike spun around searching for any where to run or hide. All he saw were roads filled with zombies. He couldn’t run now, but if he had been smart he could have before instead of shooting for 10 minutes. He couldn’t hide either because zombies were in all of the casinos and hotels were filled with zombies. Apparently the best way to survive a zombie apocalypse is to barricade in a casino and bet all your money away while drinking your fear away. All of a sudden Mike was grabbed from behind and thrust to the ground. A zombie fell on top of him snapping his jaw furiously, but Mike held him back by pressing his forearm to the zombies throat. While fending of the zombie its neck began peeling off, causing green, rotten flesh to fall onto Mike’s nice plaid shirt he just worked so hard to steal.
As Mike was about to give up and more zombies about to rip his flesh off his bones, Mike heard a car. He turned to his left and saw a red ferrari with a white stripe going down the middle smash through the middle of the zombie horde. He saw his friend Jak lean out the driver’s seat gun in hand and shoot the zombie on Mike. Mike got covered in brain matter, blood and flesh. He stood up as Jak skidded to a stop in front on him. “Come on man you got zombie goo all over my new shirt,” Mike complained.
“Oh shut up I just saved you, you big dumb idiot stupid head,” Jak joked. Mike got into the passenger seat and Jak drove off right through the other side of the zombie horde and as he did blood covered the windshield. Jak flicked on the windshield wiper and it wiped most of the blood off, enough to see and drive. JAk began driving aimlessly down the road. “So how’s it going?” Jak asked.
“Fine,” Mike responded. The two sat there in silence. After about ten minute Mike yelled, “lookout!” Jak looked up from his phone (even in the zombie apocalypse people loved their phones too much). Jak swerved the car out of the way, but unfortunately he drove straight off of a cliff. The car smashed and flipped and crashed all the way down the 100ft drop. Jak and Mike lay in the car then, both dead. The lesson here is don’t text and drive, it can wait.
“They have taken The United States, Russia, China, Japan, and many more countries are being taken even as we speak.”
ReplyDelete“The south doesn’t seem to be harmed as much, does it not?”
“It is only because they have barricaded themselves from them! Afraid to help eradicate of the enemies, they sit and wait as we all succumb to them!”
“Evacuate all citizens to the south! We cannot apprehend them while everyone will get in the way!”
“We can’t sir, we need to set up a meeting and talk about an agreement.”
“Well then do it General, we cannot wait no longer before we become extinct.”
“Attention all personnel! We have been breached! It seems they have spread rapidly! Attention all person-” The lights begin to flicker as the microphone becomes shut off. the power becomes dead, but the backup generator comes to play moments after. the lights are now dim as most of the corner lights light red or green, depending on the rooms designation, General Buorox and Admiral Tygar sit still as loud noises of shots echo through the hallways. Loud noises of screams are heard moments after as more echoes of terrified people are heard. Boom, clack-clack-clack, the war doesn’t ease, Finally out of the state of shock, General Buorox stands up, eager to move away from the post-war.
“Lets go Admiral! The longer we stay, the closer they get to us!”
“The war will end in this apocalyptic nightmare… The extinction of humanity is at its end.” Admiral Tygar muttered to himself. Buorox leaped toward Admiral Tygar as the echoes become more clear. From an opposite end of the room, the door slides open, and comes out Captain Tygar.
“Father, we must get going! There is a chopper getting ready for our departure, we won’t make it if we don’t leave now!” Captain Tygar called out. With words said, Admiral Tygar returns to his conscious and the three are at a leave. “Commander Ausar, how are we doing over there? Did you fight them off?”
“Negative… we are at a full retreat Captain… I won’t make it, GET THOSE MEN OUT OF HERE CAPTAIN!.. Bless America… Bless the world… BANG!” More echoes are heard constantly as the three move up the stairs when an earthquake delivers a brutal blow.
“Hurry! Hold on to the railing and keep it moving! We must make it before the react blows!” General Buorox shouted. As they passed windows on the staircase they all realized they were in deep trouble. Just a few hundred kilometers away stood nothing but collapsing reactors, an explosion was on its way and they couldn’t reach the heli in time. “Move, Move, MOVE!” They ran up the stairs one by one, clank clank clank, there boots go. As they reach the rooftops the echoes begin to bowel up the staircase, General Buorox closes the door and leaves a chair hanging on it as he runs for the chopper, both Tygars cheering him to rush on, the ground begins to shake severely. The floor under them begin to crack, it becomes unbalanced, and the pilot under fear begins to take off, the floor under Tygars and the pilot fall, collapsing toward Buorox as he rushes to them, and with the leap of fate, he makes the leap.
This is all too cliche; the flickering overhead lights, the creepy echoes, and just the abandoned hospital as a whole. It’s so cliche, in fact, that I’m not the least bit scared. More garbage crunches under my steps as I descend further into the mental hospital. Out of habit I glance towards the closest window but I already know what I’ll see. All the windows have been covered so there’s no telling how long I’ve been here. I would know if I hadn’t dropped my phone as soon as I walked inside, the screen is completely cracked and blank. My guess is twenty minutes; five past how long I was dared. Which means now is as good of a time as ever to come out. I stop in my tracks and pull a 180. I’m almost positive this is the way I came. All the rooms had open doorways and were filled with graffiti. I see an overturned wheelchair, “Definitely passed that on my way in.” Everything’s looking good until I come to the end of the hall. There are two sets of stairs, one going up and one going down. Hanging from the ceiling is an EXIT sign with arrows pointing in both directions. The stairway going up is covered in beer cans and graffiti so I know it’s been traveled often. I catch a cool draft from the stairway down, though, so there must be an open door or something. After a moment of second thought, I head down. It all becomes slightly less cliche. The lights no longer flicker but, instead, rest at a dim glow. All the doors are shut and the little windows are covered with bars. The further in I go the colder I get, “There has to be an open door or window down here.” The echo of my footsteps follow me as I come to a dead end. No turn, no stairs and no door. There’s not even an EXIT sign in sight. I stand facing the white wall, listening to the echo of my footsteps, waiting for them to end. I must be an idiot because I should recognize the sound of my own footsteps...I don’t wear boots and I haven’t been walking for a few minutes. I spin around trying to catch my follower but there’s no one there. The echoes have ceased so I might have imagined it. I let air escape through my nose but I hear a sigh. A deep sigh, one someone would let out after holding their breath. I breath out through my nose again and there’s the sigh...right in my ear. I take a step forward, careful that my converse don’t make a sound. The echo of boots still follow, twice. It has to be my imagination. Charlie was making a lot of effort to scare me earlier, he must’ve just gotten to me a little bit. I turn towards the closest door, ignoring the footsteps. I don’t see a single layer of dust. I try the doorknob but it’s locked. Next to the door, in a plastic bin, is a file labeled Caroline. A chuckle escapes my lips, that was my sisters name. Charlie must have come during the day and set this sick joke up. I open up the file and it’s filled with papers. Her birth certificate, a list of her meds, the newspaper clipping from when she went missing and photos. There are tons of photos, of us when we were younger. I pick one up of us swinging at the park, it’s the most recent photo of us. It was taken last year, right before she went missing, We used to sit on the swings and talk about everything. I shove the picture into my pocket and the file falls to the ground. The papers scatter everywhere but I need them! This could open back up her case. I go to my hands and knees collecting the evidence when I notice the gap. Between the floor and the door is a gap big enough to fit my hand through, I can feel the breeze on my wrist. I push my head closer to the door and look through. All I can see is another pair of bloodshot, blue eyes staring back at me.
ReplyDeleteI toss and turn in my sleep. “Wake up.” I figit, squirm and shiver. “Wake up.” I start to sweat and groan. “Wake. Up.” "Aah!" I yelled, quickly sitting up in my bed, and looking around. I was in an empty room, the bed on the floor, and the only exits I can see are the two windows covered by the blinds and door. I get up, rubbing my head as I walked over to the window. I pull up the blinds, and instantly, my eyes widen as my heart starts to race. I see the stars and the purples, browns and blues of the universe. I see the infinite blackness that is space. My mind begins to race. “How did I get here?” I thought. “Where is here? Am I dead?” I run to the door, and open it, only to be greeted with an otherworldy sight: There were stairs descending into the nothingness of space.
ReplyDeleteThe stairs themselves were warped and twisted, the walls and cieling breaking apart into nothing, debris all around. Despite my unending fear, I go down to see what else there was to see. As I went down, I was presented with another bizarre sight: The debris moved to my feet, turning into small platforms. I continued to go down, until I was completely outside of the room. “Wait a moment..” I thought to myself. “... I cant breathe!” I quickly held my breath for a moment, but, when I could no longer hold my breath, and I was certain I would die, I opened my mouth, gasping for air, and came to another conclusion; I was able to breathe. I looked around once more.
I looked below me, and saw only blackness and stars. To the left and right, only the debris of what I could only assume was my house. However, when I looked infront of me, I stared in awe. A massive celestial body was infront of me, tan and covered in craters.