I wake up in my old house. I go downstairs to my grandmothers apartment, and there is an wooden table set up. Then i hear the whispers from another room. They are talking about "getting" me. I run from the house into the back yard, and they follow. I circle to the front yard and come through the front door. Everything then changes to the inside of a mall. There are very few people and when they see me I must run. I do not know why they want to get me but I cannot be caught. I escape, but I am stuck inside the building and so I try to find a place to sleep.
Ahead of me is a bathroom. I head in, it is set up strangely. It is about the two times the size of normal theater bathrooms with tan doors on every stall. Everything else is white. I climb into a stall and notice that there is no backing to it, nor a side on the right side. There is a space behind it with a large trash bin.
The door swings open and six people walk in. Five men and a single woman. I hide. "Spread out, check if he is here" the leader says. One of the men walks up to the stall I'm in and looks under the door. Seeing nothing he straightens up. But as I look to my right I notice that the mirror is reflecting the room and must be reflecting me as well. As I realize this the single woman turns and we stare at each others reflections. She yells, and I kick the door open into the guys face.
Jumping out, I run towards the door out. A large man jumps in my way and so without slowing down I jump and kick him in the face, then spin in the air punching his crotch. I land on the other side of him and continue on. I kick two others in the face before leaving the bathroom at a run. More yells echo off the walls around me. I run by a stand with rolled up paper, a decent fighting weapon. Picking one up I head for safety. An extremely large muscular guy pops out of nowhere. He grabs me by the neck, choking me. Using the paper I jab his wrist making him release his grip. Then i kick his inside knee while uppercutting his jaw with the paper. He goes down in terrible pain. I make it to the glass doors and push on them, I reach freedom as I awake.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tower of the Undead
My company's truck comes to a stop, I hop off into the swamp next to the road. No biters in here at the moment. I am point this trip, dangerous ground ahead. Our mission is to reach the Tower; then defend it against them. Three miles through treacherous mud, trying to stay completely silent, slow going.
We made it - for now. From the base is stands 20 meters high. At 6 meters from the base flat slippery metal flares out to the ground so that it is impossible to climb up. There is only a single weak point where we can get in and up to the first platform. A small meter wide hole on the northern face. It creates a small chamber where a chewer ma have accidentally come in and wait in the dark. We call it the Death Pot = Here my job becomes forty times more dangerous.
Using my sonar goggles I check to see if there is any body in the death, I get readings for four large objects but I cannot see clearly if they are figures or stumps. Taking three quick breaths I kneel under gun ahead of me. I make it through the whole unmolested surfacing with my back against a wall. Only the water dripping off my body, and the beating of my heart echoes around the metallic chamber, and it sounds like beating rain. Removing a bobbing torch from my gear I press the button and toss it ahead of me, as well as a green glow stick in to the water ahead. As they hit a figure scrambles toward them. A single chewer, thank the heavens. I put two into its skull before moving up and over to the ladder in the middle of the room.
Hours later, we stand atop the Tower. Our radios screeching and hollering to gather them around us so that we can end their suffering. Thousands upon hundreds claw and stumble towards us. "Weapons at fire ready, Fire at will" Sergeant commands "You are Gamma Team 6, the coolest killers around" The only pep talk we need
Below us they trickle in, then begin flowing like a broken dam. Shots ring out for nights on end. We are ordered to stay longer, and so we get an air drop with more rations and rounds. Our fourth week there Amos is losing his mind because of the moaning, he puts a bullet in his head. Poor new guy, his first run and we do a month out. After this Sergeant makes us all wear our deafners along with our music.
Around mid-week five things became problematic. The bodies were piling up faster than we could get rid of them. We called in for a pick up but all birds were busy, only one boat was willing to come into this territory at night. We took it.
A solid moon was out this night, we had shut off the radio two days earlier so there were few chewers around. Our ride arrived a klick away, we had to hustle to it. As we climbed down and out of our Tower two things happened at the same time.
1. The Tower was hit by a helicopter, effectively throwing us from it
2. Our radio was smacked on, and the screeching blasted loudly around us
Hitting the muck I lost grip of my backpack but held onto my rifle. My night world got pitch as I was consumed by the water and mud. I stood sputtering and gagging from the sick sulfur. Franki and Dewey landed next to me, they were on their feet as well. Dewey had all his gear and weapon, but Franki only had his back pack.
Without a word we started making our way to the boat. We made it halfway there when they appeared. They were everywhere, surrounding us. We took our time making our shots count, we couldn't waste. We had six clips between us, each only holding 20 rounds for our main weapons. Our sidearms had single clips. Took us ten minutes to get within sight of the boat. Never seeing another member from our company along the way.
There was no one standing on the deck of the boat, so Franki remarked "They must be below decks all sealed up" Once upon the deck, we made our way to the main door. It was hanging open slightly with a rustling noise coming up from inside. Pulling my sidearm, I took point once again heading into the dark below.
(Sadly, i woke up before anything crazy happened. The differences in time/distances like "weeks, minutes, klicks, meters" were not actually gone through, but my mind felt like those were the times/distances that had passed. This was a really detailed one)
We made it - for now. From the base is stands 20 meters high. At 6 meters from the base flat slippery metal flares out to the ground so that it is impossible to climb up. There is only a single weak point where we can get in and up to the first platform. A small meter wide hole on the northern face. It creates a small chamber where a chewer ma have accidentally come in and wait in the dark. We call it the Death Pot = Here my job becomes forty times more dangerous.
Using my sonar goggles I check to see if there is any body in the death, I get readings for four large objects but I cannot see clearly if they are figures or stumps. Taking three quick breaths I kneel under gun ahead of me. I make it through the whole unmolested surfacing with my back against a wall. Only the water dripping off my body, and the beating of my heart echoes around the metallic chamber, and it sounds like beating rain. Removing a bobbing torch from my gear I press the button and toss it ahead of me, as well as a green glow stick in to the water ahead. As they hit a figure scrambles toward them. A single chewer, thank the heavens. I put two into its skull before moving up and over to the ladder in the middle of the room.
Hours later, we stand atop the Tower. Our radios screeching and hollering to gather them around us so that we can end their suffering. Thousands upon hundreds claw and stumble towards us. "Weapons at fire ready, Fire at will" Sergeant commands "You are Gamma Team 6, the coolest killers around" The only pep talk we need
Below us they trickle in, then begin flowing like a broken dam. Shots ring out for nights on end. We are ordered to stay longer, and so we get an air drop with more rations and rounds. Our fourth week there Amos is losing his mind because of the moaning, he puts a bullet in his head. Poor new guy, his first run and we do a month out. After this Sergeant makes us all wear our deafners along with our music.
Around mid-week five things became problematic. The bodies were piling up faster than we could get rid of them. We called in for a pick up but all birds were busy, only one boat was willing to come into this territory at night. We took it.
A solid moon was out this night, we had shut off the radio two days earlier so there were few chewers around. Our ride arrived a klick away, we had to hustle to it. As we climbed down and out of our Tower two things happened at the same time.
1. The Tower was hit by a helicopter, effectively throwing us from it
2. Our radio was smacked on, and the screeching blasted loudly around us
Hitting the muck I lost grip of my backpack but held onto my rifle. My night world got pitch as I was consumed by the water and mud. I stood sputtering and gagging from the sick sulfur. Franki and Dewey landed next to me, they were on their feet as well. Dewey had all his gear and weapon, but Franki only had his back pack.
Without a word we started making our way to the boat. We made it halfway there when they appeared. They were everywhere, surrounding us. We took our time making our shots count, we couldn't waste. We had six clips between us, each only holding 20 rounds for our main weapons. Our sidearms had single clips. Took us ten minutes to get within sight of the boat. Never seeing another member from our company along the way.
There was no one standing on the deck of the boat, so Franki remarked "They must be below decks all sealed up" Once upon the deck, we made our way to the main door. It was hanging open slightly with a rustling noise coming up from inside. Pulling my sidearm, I took point once again heading into the dark below.
(Sadly, i woke up before anything crazy happened. The differences in time/distances like "weeks, minutes, klicks, meters" were not actually gone through, but my mind felt like those were the times/distances that had passed. This was a really detailed one)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Strange Science
It is a post-apocalyptic world. Our rebel forces are camped out in the old lecture hall in the fourth district. Everything is walled to protect us from the war still going on. There are hundreds spaced about all working on one project or another. There is fear sketched into all of their faces but determination is breaking through.
I walk into my makeshift office. The far wall is shattered now being only made of half of what was there. The other half is sheet metal ad reinforced steel. My generals are standing over the map.
"Where will you go sir?" one asks me.
"I will go wherever I can trying to find any person or thing that can help us in our war" I reply.
"But sir, the ocean itself has turned against us"
"Not to worry; I have devised a system that will keep us safe from the cold hands of the sea"
"Sir?"
"My ship as you know has the ability to create a bubble of atmosphere around the ship that keeps us living and keep the ocean from flowing in-"
"But sir that was made when the ocean wasn't alive...many ships have been sunk because the ocean has forced itself past the Atmo-Shield"
"Exactly, but I have devised the Garlic-Atmo-Shield; it is another slimmer bubble around the atmo-shield that repels the living portion of the sea"
"Sir! That is brilliant!"
I walk into my makeshift office. The far wall is shattered now being only made of half of what was there. The other half is sheet metal ad reinforced steel. My generals are standing over the map.
"Where will you go sir?" one asks me.
"I will go wherever I can trying to find any person or thing that can help us in our war" I reply.
"But sir, the ocean itself has turned against us"
"Not to worry; I have devised a system that will keep us safe from the cold hands of the sea"
"Sir?"
"My ship as you know has the ability to create a bubble of atmosphere around the ship that keeps us living and keep the ocean from flowing in-"
"But sir that was made when the ocean wasn't alive...many ships have been sunk because the ocean has forced itself past the Atmo-Shield"
"Exactly, but I have devised the Garlic-Atmo-Shield; it is another slimmer bubble around the atmo-shield that repels the living portion of the sea"
"Sir! That is brilliant!"
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Urban Combat
I dive forward as the bullets fly over head. I'm able to get behind a small retaining wall blocking me from direct fire. Grit bites into my hands. Chunks of cement explode around me. I hear shouting; my sergeant is telling us to keep down. I shift my eyes to look at my sniper partner. Understanding sergeants head nod; we slowly make our way down the wall away from the fire in a snipers high crawl. We weren't supposed to run into resistance today. Ahead of us sits a small alley and at the other end sits a water tower. Thankfully the alley is on the backside of the majority of the buildings. I check every alcove or doorway for any rebels. Seeing that everything was all clear I call my partner forward. He is struggling ever so slightly under the weight of the Barrett M107 50 caliber sniper rifle. After taking position at the top of the tower we used the smaller sniper rifle I carried to protect our teams forward movement. As they got farther and farther from our position we switched over to the .50 cal. After ripping through roughly ten rebels from a great distance our team radioed us that the town was secured. We packed up the .50 and started out descent to the alley. Barely touching the ground we took small arms fire from a tiny shack to my left. I was hit in the shoulder before getting out of the way. Our radio was hit in the first barrage. Retreating to cover we used our M16's to return fire. My partner took two in the chest and as I tried to apply field dressing a shadow covered me from behind. As I turned to shoot a gunshot rung out. The sound of a body hitting the arid dusty ground broke me from my fear. My partner's hand dropped from the weight of the gun. I woke up before anything more happened.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Feeling within
I walk into the shabby little house that sits at the end of the street. Gray shingles hang like crooked teeth. I pass by when I head off for the day; eyes always shying away. Sitting as an empty shell - cold to the world around it. I walk farther in, chills running through my veins. Desolate and alone this house is. Built in earlier days when a house was an extension of a person. When the creator had a vision for the simple elements. Hate courses through the architecture where love once flowed. Water stains drip down as tears. You've seen angry houses, mad houses, and houses shimmering with happiness but this house is broken and lonely. He wishes to be torn down, all the while hoping against all else that he can provide comfort once again. Old and tired. Creaky steps, sagging arches. Existing but not living.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The Director, Hunter, and Matron
1. Made from cement and iron here sits a large menacing prison. There is a bay inlet coming into the middle of the prison. On either side are rows of cells with windows barely able to fit a hand through. It has been here for ages. I stand upon the roof looking down at the only cell currently occupied. He is in there; the most clever and ingenious criminal alive. We were allowed to catch him so that he could test himself against our best defenses. Director has been talking with him every night, and I fear he has agreed to help this monster. Tonight is the night I know he will try to make his escape. A fire has started in the cell below and to the left of him at the outermost edge of the building. Director and I rush to make sure he is still alive and to move him before the first spreads. We run through the hall passing luggage containers covered in blankets. When we get there the door is wide open. In the corner sits an extremely large vacuum with a puffed out bag. Director runs to the vacuum, where we both think he is hiding but it is nothing but dust. Next we hear screams from the floor; there in the middle of the second room is a hole into the floor below. Looking down we see another guard holding a small glowing ball. He stares at it like he has seen heaven. We call to him but he gives no response until the fire gets closer. At this point it strikes me that I know where the criminal is-in the luggage! I spin around and rush to the luggage, opening it to find the criminal contorted inside. "I would have escaped if that ignorant guard watched what he was doing and rolled me out of here!" I handcuff him, and drag him to the holes edge intending to keep him in my sight. By now the man on the floor below is trying to reach up to us but he cannot grab us while holding the orb. Before we can help him the first engulfs him completely; and so we sprint for our safety.
2. It begins with five of us standing before a large man with a enormous gun that shoots nerf-darts -- they knock you unconscious if you get hit. Before us is a carpeted room filled with aisles and cases filled with books. Tables are spotted here and there. It is similar to a library but gives me the feeling on a military training course. He tells us to run and so we do. He takes out one kid from the start, but misses me as I round a corner. He is stalking me as though I am the wildest animal. I dodge under tables, roll around corners, and push over small racks to get away. He hits a kid an inch to my left who drops instantly. Three of us left! I round the corner and come face to face with him, everything seems to go quiet, he smiles widely. He shoots but I am tenths of a second quicker as I vault myself over a large stack of books. Another kid falls ahead of me as the darts whiz by. Two of us it will be over soon. I can hear him following me at a full run and so I begin to run like a gorilla. Using my knuckles as propulsion I get farther and farther away, I look back to see him six tables away. I cut left behind a bookcase, running parallel to the Hunter. Soon this way will open up to empty floor and he will have the best shot at me. I spy ahead of me a small table and farther on are more tables arranged like an amphitheater. I sprint forward, darts miss me, and I place my foot on the table just right and launch myself through the air, I land and roll. I end up right next to the other runner. We exchange nods, cementing our plan to survive. Standing up he heads right as I head left. The Hunter takes aim at Runner, but before he can find his mark I have picked up a dart from the floor. I climb the nearest shelf and leap from the top at the Hunter, striking him in the back with the nerf-dart. A klaxon sounds, we have won.
3. I am looking through the glass window on the exit door facing the girls dormitory. Five minutes till I leave to sneak into their building. This is the only time the alarm is down because the Matron leaves for a cigarette break. There is still snow on the ground, it twinkles in the bright lights. We abscond out the door crunching our way through the snow. Getting inside was the easiest; We've been doing this for a long time now. Here we share a nod and split up, his girls room is this floor. My girls room is a floor above and at the end of the hall. She is expecting me. I step lightly on each rise hoping not to hit the creak alerting everyone to my presence. "Hello, June, are you in there?" I whisper softly. Opening the door I am blown away by her beautiful Green Eyes. She waves me in, swirling her perfume into my face. Its lovely; a mix of coconut and lilac. I remove my cold jacket so that I can hang it on the bed post; shoes are next. Slipping under the warm covers I wrap my arms around her. A kiss is shared. I sigh contentedly. The coldness that was enveloping my heart is now melted away just by the touch of her fingers against my face. She snuggles closer, I rest my cheek on her head. "Sweet dreams June" I hum. "Goodnight love" is her sleepy response.
Sunlight cascades across my face waking me from my peaceful slumber. Too early already for me to leave her warm bed but I must. I can see she feels the same dissatisfaction with my having to steal away. Kissing her passionately, I stick on my boots and jump into my jacket. Now comes the tricky part-the escape! Peeking my head out the door I am relieved to find that no girls are in the hallway. I make my way to the stairs but halfway down I hear someone ascending. Ducking into a small alcove I squeeze myself behind a statue of Mary. Matron passes by pausing near me; as if she senses my presence. She passes upwards, beginning to call out to the girls to wake them. I slide out of my hiding spot and down the stairs. I get halfway across the snowy field before I am spotted by someone. "Stop!" a deep voice thunders Damn, I think to myself, I will not tell her name and only get myself in trouble. I turn expecting to the the Patron but instead find my friend Johnny. Laughing we rush back to our rooms to change in time for morning meal.
I am walking alone towards the cafeteria. Along the way I see a girl being bullied by a couple of guys and so I stop to help. They back down instantly once they realize who I am. She is new here, and doesn't know anyone. I invite her to lunch with my crew. She is extremely thankful and beaming as we make our way to my table. I introduce her to everyone here, and I sit on the very end. To my right is a stage where they put on productions during lunch so that we may benefit from their artistic meanings. The girl I helped moves closer to me, she leans in and whispers to me "Do you have a steady girl?" to which I reply "Yes I do, June" her excitement falls but I tell her that my best friend is looking for a sweet girl. Right then June sits in her seat next to me, she flashes me those Green Eyes and her brilliant smile. The lights dim, I hold her hand, and the play begins!
2. It begins with five of us standing before a large man with a enormous gun that shoots nerf-darts -- they knock you unconscious if you get hit. Before us is a carpeted room filled with aisles and cases filled with books. Tables are spotted here and there. It is similar to a library but gives me the feeling on a military training course. He tells us to run and so we do. He takes out one kid from the start, but misses me as I round a corner. He is stalking me as though I am the wildest animal. I dodge under tables, roll around corners, and push over small racks to get away. He hits a kid an inch to my left who drops instantly. Three of us left! I round the corner and come face to face with him, everything seems to go quiet, he smiles widely. He shoots but I am tenths of a second quicker as I vault myself over a large stack of books. Another kid falls ahead of me as the darts whiz by. Two of us it will be over soon. I can hear him following me at a full run and so I begin to run like a gorilla. Using my knuckles as propulsion I get farther and farther away, I look back to see him six tables away. I cut left behind a bookcase, running parallel to the Hunter. Soon this way will open up to empty floor and he will have the best shot at me. I spy ahead of me a small table and farther on are more tables arranged like an amphitheater. I sprint forward, darts miss me, and I place my foot on the table just right and launch myself through the air, I land and roll. I end up right next to the other runner. We exchange nods, cementing our plan to survive. Standing up he heads right as I head left. The Hunter takes aim at Runner, but before he can find his mark I have picked up a dart from the floor. I climb the nearest shelf and leap from the top at the Hunter, striking him in the back with the nerf-dart. A klaxon sounds, we have won.
3. I am looking through the glass window on the exit door facing the girls dormitory. Five minutes till I leave to sneak into their building. This is the only time the alarm is down because the Matron leaves for a cigarette break. There is still snow on the ground, it twinkles in the bright lights. We abscond out the door crunching our way through the snow. Getting inside was the easiest; We've been doing this for a long time now. Here we share a nod and split up, his girls room is this floor. My girls room is a floor above and at the end of the hall. She is expecting me. I step lightly on each rise hoping not to hit the creak alerting everyone to my presence. "Hello, June, are you in there?" I whisper softly. Opening the door I am blown away by her beautiful Green Eyes. She waves me in, swirling her perfume into my face. Its lovely; a mix of coconut and lilac. I remove my cold jacket so that I can hang it on the bed post; shoes are next. Slipping under the warm covers I wrap my arms around her. A kiss is shared. I sigh contentedly. The coldness that was enveloping my heart is now melted away just by the touch of her fingers against my face. She snuggles closer, I rest my cheek on her head. "Sweet dreams June" I hum. "Goodnight love" is her sleepy response.
Sunlight cascades across my face waking me from my peaceful slumber. Too early already for me to leave her warm bed but I must. I can see she feels the same dissatisfaction with my having to steal away. Kissing her passionately, I stick on my boots and jump into my jacket. Now comes the tricky part-the escape! Peeking my head out the door I am relieved to find that no girls are in the hallway. I make my way to the stairs but halfway down I hear someone ascending. Ducking into a small alcove I squeeze myself behind a statue of Mary. Matron passes by pausing near me; as if she senses my presence. She passes upwards, beginning to call out to the girls to wake them. I slide out of my hiding spot and down the stairs. I get halfway across the snowy field before I am spotted by someone. "Stop!" a deep voice thunders Damn, I think to myself, I will not tell her name and only get myself in trouble. I turn expecting to the the Patron but instead find my friend Johnny. Laughing we rush back to our rooms to change in time for morning meal.
I am walking alone towards the cafeteria. Along the way I see a girl being bullied by a couple of guys and so I stop to help. They back down instantly once they realize who I am. She is new here, and doesn't know anyone. I invite her to lunch with my crew. She is extremely thankful and beaming as we make our way to my table. I introduce her to everyone here, and I sit on the very end. To my right is a stage where they put on productions during lunch so that we may benefit from their artistic meanings. The girl I helped moves closer to me, she leans in and whispers to me "Do you have a steady girl?" to which I reply "Yes I do, June" her excitement falls but I tell her that my best friend is looking for a sweet girl. Right then June sits in her seat next to me, she flashes me those Green Eyes and her brilliant smile. The lights dim, I hold her hand, and the play begins!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Drowning
Sinking in; Freaking out,
Gray light filters down.
Stretched apart; Squeezed together,
Covetous hands ascend.
Pulled backward; Shoved forward,
Descending deeper
Frozen within; Burning without,
Drowning
**Inspired by a dream I cannot explain
Gray light filters down.
Stretched apart; Squeezed together,
Covetous hands ascend.
Pulled backward; Shoved forward,
Descending deeper
Frozen within; Burning without,
Drowning
**Inspired by a dream I cannot explain
Composting Criminals
I walk through the front door of the diner. Inside is dimly lit, there is crimson carpeting with blue diamonds. Ahead of me is the Matradee who is a red hair woman in a black uniform. This place is a mix between fancy and country diner. I say hello because I work here and then I head for the kitchen. Before I can reach the kitchen I run into Her, the same Green Eyed girl from an earlier dream. She is a waitress here. She smiles that brilliant smile I love. We have been flirting for weeks now and I keep giving her small presents. She is a girl of simple tastes preferring jeans and a sweater than fancy clothing. I begin my day with cooking but soon I have to empty the trash. I grab the bucket and bring it out to the trash shed which is a small outhouse looking shed with a hole in the ground where we compost our trash. There are two feet of ground within the shed so that you don't fall into the hole. Standing there I notice a small four inch piece of re-bar sitting on the edge, I pick it up intending to throw it in when all of a sudden I hear screaming and glass breaking. Rushing back to the diner I bust in through the back door. There is a single man standing on a table holding an AK47 threatening all the patrons. He is demanding to know who is in charge, I calmly walk forward. "I am but do not shoot. I can get you whatever it is that you need" He jumps down and rushes over to me, "I threw something very valuable in the trash earlier this morning but now there is no trash in the bucket. Where did it go!?" In response "I brought it to the compost hole...I can show you where it is" "Bring me to it! And do not call the police or I will kill this man!" So i walk ahead of him, I can tell he is keeping the gun between us. As we reach the shed, I open the door which brings me shoulder to shoulder with the gunman. He shifts his attention away from me to the hole, and so I pull the four inch re-bar from my pocket and slam it into his wrist causing him to drop the gun. I then ram it into the side of his head dropping him into a heap on the ground. He is moaning and groaning. I toss the gun ten feet away, and roll him into the compost hole. It is forty feet deep, and only three-fourths full. He lands on the stinking pile but cannot reach the edge of the hole. I walk back to the diner and phone the police, everyone thanks me and business goes on as usual. Green Eyes walks over to me and holds my hand while we wait for the police to show.
Natural Justice Tweaked
It begins with me in New Hampshire driving with my partner, and a new rookie, to a house where we got a tip about a serial killer. We drive along a dirt road towards the house, and once we get close we can see that there is also an outhouse not far from the main building. It is a rustic looking white house with a screen door. For some strange reason I get a foreboding feeling. We walk to the door and knock expecting someone to answer. Instead the door swings open; I draw my weapon and enter the house to find a trail of blood leading to a back room. I pass through a living room; two lamps, a forest motif couch and matching chair facing an old TV with bunny ears. The kitchen is simple; a single stove next to a sink. A small square table sits in the center with two half-eaten cereal bowls on it. I hurry into the sleeping area, where I stop instantly, from wall to wall is gore. He chopped the family to pieces. Holding back my vomit, I retreat to where my partner is waiting with the rookie.
Bullets zing by us from the direction of the road; dodging towards the car I can make out the shape of a 5'6 white male, bald head, pale skin (for anyone who knows he looks like Mark Theriault. We fire back towards him but the distance is too great for my SIG. He tosses the gun away because all his bullets are spent, and runs down the road towards town. My partner races after him on foot; so I grab the rookie, a beautiful brunette girl, and toss her into the drivers seat. I jump into the passenger seat. We begin our chase; at the end of the dirt road it becomes hard top that leads into a rotary. On our right are houses lined down a highway, and people are walking both directions on the sidewalk and the grassy stretches between the back of peoples houses and the highway. Seeing my partner rushing down this direction I tell the rookie to go farther down the road and that I would get out and stalk backwards sandwiching the criminal between my partner and I. As we pass by my partner I see from the corner of my eye that he falls to the ground next to a grouping of people. I yell and the rookie stops. I dodge out of the car rolling into the grassy hillside next to the road, standing up I hold my empty gun by my side. I scan the group ahead of me for the face I saw on the dirt road only minutes before. There he is standing on the outer edge of the group near the road slowly inching his way toward me but looking backwards as if we were following him on foot as well. He holds my partners gun in his right hand, so I walk quickly up behind him and hold my gun to his back. "Drop the gun, it is over" I say, but I am enraged and upset for my partner, I am thinking to myself Kill him; take your partners gun and shoot him through the head, avenge your partner! but I just can't, it wouldn't be right. Even though he is the lowest category of life there is he still deserves his rights to a fair trial. He tosses my partners gun away, and I lead him back to the car. I tie his hands with rope because we misplaced our handcuffs. I sent the rookie back to the body to make sure everyone stays the proper distance away, before she leaves she calls in back up. A police officer from the town we are in shows up, acting cocky because he is first on the scene to help capture the infamous serial killer. The rookie returns because the local police have set up the crime tape. She asks me if I am OK but I just nod. I am still struggling with why I didn't kill the bastard when I had the chance. Finally the FBI truck pulls up to take away the killer. I load him into the back of it, which is a wide space with benches on the sides. You take the chains attached to the seat and handcuff the perpetrator's wrists and ankles. All along he is grinning as though being caught was the least of his worries. As my rookie locked his legs into place he turns and faces me and whispers to me "I'm crazy Special Agent, I'll end up in a hospital!" I know he is right, the justice system is flawed horribly. The worst end up going free while those who can be saved are thrown into jail. The rookie hugs me when no one else is looking, and looks into my eyes communicating that she is here for me. The city cops are chatting saying "Yeah, they'll prob just send him to some mental hospital and he will get out in a couple of years"
It then cuts to a couple of years later. I am sitting with the rookie, my father, and Mikey. Mikey and my dad are playing chess while the rookie is on the phone with someone from the Agency. There is a TV hanging from the corner of the ceiling, and on it is the Killer, who just completed his "treatment" at St. Elizabeth's, being set free. My dad turns to me and says "You should have killed him" and I reply "It would not have been right, plus they would have had witnesses to me using my partners gun - But now he is free game" The rookie, who is now my partner, nods her head in agreement. I wake up
Bullets zing by us from the direction of the road; dodging towards the car I can make out the shape of a 5'6 white male, bald head, pale skin (for anyone who knows he looks like Mark Theriault. We fire back towards him but the distance is too great for my SIG. He tosses the gun away because all his bullets are spent, and runs down the road towards town. My partner races after him on foot; so I grab the rookie, a beautiful brunette girl, and toss her into the drivers seat. I jump into the passenger seat. We begin our chase; at the end of the dirt road it becomes hard top that leads into a rotary. On our right are houses lined down a highway, and people are walking both directions on the sidewalk and the grassy stretches between the back of peoples houses and the highway. Seeing my partner rushing down this direction I tell the rookie to go farther down the road and that I would get out and stalk backwards sandwiching the criminal between my partner and I. As we pass by my partner I see from the corner of my eye that he falls to the ground next to a grouping of people. I yell and the rookie stops. I dodge out of the car rolling into the grassy hillside next to the road, standing up I hold my empty gun by my side. I scan the group ahead of me for the face I saw on the dirt road only minutes before. There he is standing on the outer edge of the group near the road slowly inching his way toward me but looking backwards as if we were following him on foot as well. He holds my partners gun in his right hand, so I walk quickly up behind him and hold my gun to his back. "Drop the gun, it is over" I say, but I am enraged and upset for my partner, I am thinking to myself Kill him; take your partners gun and shoot him through the head, avenge your partner! but I just can't, it wouldn't be right. Even though he is the lowest category of life there is he still deserves his rights to a fair trial. He tosses my partners gun away, and I lead him back to the car. I tie his hands with rope because we misplaced our handcuffs. I sent the rookie back to the body to make sure everyone stays the proper distance away, before she leaves she calls in back up. A police officer from the town we are in shows up, acting cocky because he is first on the scene to help capture the infamous serial killer. The rookie returns because the local police have set up the crime tape. She asks me if I am OK but I just nod. I am still struggling with why I didn't kill the bastard when I had the chance. Finally the FBI truck pulls up to take away the killer. I load him into the back of it, which is a wide space with benches on the sides. You take the chains attached to the seat and handcuff the perpetrator's wrists and ankles. All along he is grinning as though being caught was the least of his worries. As my rookie locked his legs into place he turns and faces me and whispers to me "I'm crazy Special Agent, I'll end up in a hospital!" I know he is right, the justice system is flawed horribly. The worst end up going free while those who can be saved are thrown into jail. The rookie hugs me when no one else is looking, and looks into my eyes communicating that she is here for me. The city cops are chatting saying "Yeah, they'll prob just send him to some mental hospital and he will get out in a couple of years"
It then cuts to a couple of years later. I am sitting with the rookie, my father, and Mikey. Mikey and my dad are playing chess while the rookie is on the phone with someone from the Agency. There is a TV hanging from the corner of the ceiling, and on it is the Killer, who just completed his "treatment" at St. Elizabeth's, being set free. My dad turns to me and says "You should have killed him" and I reply "It would not have been right, plus they would have had witnesses to me using my partners gun - But now he is free game" The rookie, who is now my partner, nods her head in agreement. I wake up
Monday, April 12, 2010
Tolkein Inspired Heroics
*All names have been changed to avoid awkwardness :)
I open my eyes to see the inside of military airplane hold. I am lying between Azira and Susan. My arm is around Azira stroking her hair trying to comfort her, while Susan holds my other hand. The soldier in front of me speaks but I cannot hear his words due to the airplane's engines. The soldier then strikes me with the butt of the gun knocking me unconscious. I awake next with Susan leaning over me worry painted across her face. Once she realizes I am coming around she leans down and kisses me passionately.
As the kiss ends the dream then cuts to the airplane landed in a desert like town. As the plane takes off; I turn around facing down a road dirt that stretches into the distance. Two silver SUVs are parked along the dirt road with two men sitting in each one. Four men stand on the road near the farthest car. To my left are two brick buildings, and between them midway down is a fence with an opening. The lead soldier grabs the girls arms and drags them toward the fence and through its opening disappearing around the corner. Another soldier walks up to me with his weapon in hand, a small 9MM. He looks away for a second allowing me the time to grab the gun from him and shoot the four men standing in the road, and then him. (This next part happens in slow motion)Taking his weapon I shoot the driver through the head causing the glass to shatter, and then I shoot the soldier sitting next to him. The other two in the car ahead of me grab machine guns from their back seat. From this distance I take aim and shoot the passenger side soldier wounding him in the shoulder. I then run up to the driver and elbow him in the face as he climbed out of the car, once he is on the ground I shoot him in the head.
Taking the machine gun I run towards where the girls were taken. Before I can make it a host of Orcs come rushing through brandishing their swords. I empty the entire clip killing all the Orcs. Rushing forward I recover one of their swords and head through the gate, (for some reason)I scream "What no Uruak-Hai?" which then twenty come rushing towards me. They stand taller than me shining in their jet black armor. I dodge the first three, coming face to face with their leader. He swings at me and I jump to his left making it past him, but then I spin around and hack at his calves, once he is kneeling on the ground I decapitate him. At this point the rest of them dissipate, so I run for the girls...before the dream can go on any longer I am woken up by my phone.
I open my eyes to see the inside of military airplane hold. I am lying between Azira and Susan. My arm is around Azira stroking her hair trying to comfort her, while Susan holds my other hand. The soldier in front of me speaks but I cannot hear his words due to the airplane's engines. The soldier then strikes me with the butt of the gun knocking me unconscious. I awake next with Susan leaning over me worry painted across her face. Once she realizes I am coming around she leans down and kisses me passionately.
As the kiss ends the dream then cuts to the airplane landed in a desert like town. As the plane takes off; I turn around facing down a road dirt that stretches into the distance. Two silver SUVs are parked along the dirt road with two men sitting in each one. Four men stand on the road near the farthest car. To my left are two brick buildings, and between them midway down is a fence with an opening. The lead soldier grabs the girls arms and drags them toward the fence and through its opening disappearing around the corner. Another soldier walks up to me with his weapon in hand, a small 9MM. He looks away for a second allowing me the time to grab the gun from him and shoot the four men standing in the road, and then him. (This next part happens in slow motion)Taking his weapon I shoot the driver through the head causing the glass to shatter, and then I shoot the soldier sitting next to him. The other two in the car ahead of me grab machine guns from their back seat. From this distance I take aim and shoot the passenger side soldier wounding him in the shoulder. I then run up to the driver and elbow him in the face as he climbed out of the car, once he is on the ground I shoot him in the head.
Taking the machine gun I run towards where the girls were taken. Before I can make it a host of Orcs come rushing through brandishing their swords. I empty the entire clip killing all the Orcs. Rushing forward I recover one of their swords and head through the gate, (for some reason)I scream "What no Uruak-Hai?" which then twenty come rushing towards me. They stand taller than me shining in their jet black armor. I dodge the first three, coming face to face with their leader. He swings at me and I jump to his left making it past him, but then I spin around and hack at his calves, once he is kneeling on the ground I decapitate him. At this point the rest of them dissipate, so I run for the girls...before the dream can go on any longer I am woken up by my phone.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Wicked Cute; in honor of Cindy
I kept getting notifications from Cindy's photography site, and every time I checked it out they were about this amazing concert she was at and her camera somehow got these awesome pictures from ridiculous angles. Also the pictures then would turn into short little videos as if I was there. There was also a European newspaper that said Cindy had won awards for her photography.So once I found out she had won the awards I called up to congratulate her and she invited me to the award ceremony. It was in a giant museum of photography with some of the most famous pictures around. (can't tell you specifics but they just had that feeling of being the best)Hundreds of people were dressed up holding champagne waiting for her to reveal her newest set of photos. Cindy comes in a beautiful dress looking abashed. There is an obvious air of excitement that is almost electrifying. I wave to her, and she waves back. She walks up to the podium and begins telling how she started her photography hobby (probably not the real reason since I don't know her real reason lol) Everyone is greatly interested, I make my way closer to the stage so I can hear her clearer and be closer to congratulate her once again. Then she reveals a giant photo. It is her logo of CAD3 , but shot from an aerial view made up of people dressed in different fancy clothes sitting on a hill. (It was beautiful in my head) Everyone cheers, and begins drinking their drinks. Then i woke up.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Snapper's House of Interest
I enter the house, nothing special about it, but interesting all the same. The first room is actually a long thin hallway that stretches far away from me. It is lit by lights every so often.There are doors every couple of feet, each one colored a different shade of blue. I hear the lock click in the door I had just entered through. I get a foreboding feeling creeping up my spine. Entering the first door on my left I see a small room set up as a nursery. Looking around from the doorway I can see children toys scattered about. Sitting in a corner is small figure, I call out, it turns showing a grotesque monster face. Slamming the door shut I turn to the right hand door, and gently open it. Within is an empty room painted gray. Hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room is a doll dressed up as a businessman. Suddenly I realize this room has no sound at all, where the hallway sounds like a fan is running this room is silent. I slowly close the door getting the feeling as if I was intruding on something personal. I run to the end of the hallway, expecting to find the way out. The back wall holds no door, but an arrow pointing to my left. Pulling courage, that I don't really have, from my stomach I open this simple looking door into a scene of bizarreness. The walls are a dirty tan color, the floor of cement. There are two work lights sitting in corners pointing at the middle of the room casting a great X shadow upon the wall. This X comes from the figure chained in the middle of the room. The person is naked save for their underwear, and they look insane. I hear a cackle from my right down the hall. Turning I see the monster child in the hall holding the small gray businessman doll as if it were a marionette. Standing behind those two is a seven foot tall clown. Purple hair poking out crazily, a bright red nose, lips covered in crimson paint. It smiles at me showing crooked yellowing teeth made even more disgusting when shown against the white of its face. I run into this room and slam the door shut locking it. I run by the X-figure, causing him to lunge at me giggling. There is an exit door right at the other end of the room. Its bright red light glowing in this crazy world. Rushing to it I bang on it, there is no handle! Click! Spinning around, the clown is in the room with me...it slowly makes its way towards me folding and turning something in its hands. When it makes it three feet from me it stops, and finishes what is was holding. Its a balloon dog, and he places it on the floor where it comes to life. Growling at me it slowly advances. It lunges at the same time the door opens from the other side. I am spun and thrown to the side, as a friend closes the door popping the dog in the closed door. Looking up, its a hobo who I strangely know is a friend. Even for his tattered clothing, and unshaven face, he holds a military air around him. "Run, leave now. They will not bother you now, I will see to it." Walking away through the metal railings as if it were a ride I make my way to the front road. Turning back I see the Neon sign on the front of the building Snapper's House of Interest!, out of nowhere a brunette girl is standing next to me. She says to me "I lost my brother in their once..." she takes my hand and we walk away into the night.
Falling with Elvis, Climbing with Friends
It is a warm cabin, simply decorated. I have been planning on coming back for some time now. I am at the bottom of the hill, right beneath the overhang that the house sits near. I must follow the winding dirt road up and around. Sweat pours down my face from the twenty mile hike I have been on since my car ran out of gas. My sniper rifle sits upon my back, almost weightless. Rounding the last bend in the road I see Sam and Rick standing with Elvis Presley who is holding the handlebar of a motorcycle. They are discussing music. This far out in the woods, I am surprised by Elvis' presence. He usually doesn't come until the winter months. I make it to where they are standing, and join them in their heated debate. All of a sudden Elvis climbs upon his motorcycle and heads toward the overhang at full speed. Going off the overhang would send him hundreds of feet out, and thousands of feet down to his death. We all run after him, but he cuts the throttle sliding to a stop at the edge laughing. All of a sudden a cracking sound resounds off the mountains around us. Bike and all begin to drop as the ground beneath his feet falls away. I dive, catching his wrist at the last second. His weight pulls me forward until only my lower half is still on the edge. I can hear the others yelling for us to hold on. But I slip over the edge as he grabs hold of Rick's hand and is pulled up. Grasping for any hand hold, I make contact with a large tree root. Merely ten feet from the edge now I begin climbing back up the root. I can see them above me, worry cut across their faces. Now only three feet from the edge Rick reaches down offering his hand to me, I stretch my left hand out just as the root pulls free from the mountain side. Our hands meet as I float free in the air. Quickly he pulls me to safety where once I am next to him we begin laughing hysterically. He looks at me and says "Next time, its your turn to save my ass". We head toward the cabin arms slung over shoulders. Once we reach the door I look back toward the cliff edge and smile seeing the bright blue sky all around us. Then I wake up
Paradise Fought
He is climbing down a ladder, but he slips an falls. He jumps up and runs away into the night. I am not alone while watching this escape happen. The medical officer brings me outside the next night to show him where this man escaped from. This is when I met Green Eyes. I do not know her name but I know I love her. Auburn hair down to her shoulders frames the most beautiful face I have ever seen. Her smile brightens up the night around us. We talk about what we saw that night, secretly holding hands as we walk through the small town-like campus. These nightly walks become ritual for us. The night air is crisp and smells of freshly cut lawn. It is obvious that we are falling in love with each other during these nightly walks. We laugh non-stop. Its her smile that draws me in. Her teeth are straight and pure white. Her face emanates the happiness inside of her. I hold her from behind as we walk. Months pass, and the nights become warmer. The oranges and reds are dulled by the night sky.
Cut to a giant wrestling ring. The first rope stands twenty feet high with five feet between the four ropes. There are hundreds of people surrounding this square of fun. I am pulled into the ring and pushed to one of the top ropes, across from me sits an enormous man. His fat stomach stretches over his belt. Arms as thick as hams. The bell rings, people screaming. I am thrown into the fight at the same time as the fat man. I land the first punch, successfully knocking the fat man out. Cheers erupt around me and hundreds rush the ring. I am lifted onto the shoulders of those around me, looking down next to me a single smile flashes. Its her, my dream girl, my green eyed beauty. I climb down off the shoulders of my fans, and scoop her up into my arms. Staring into those green eyes I wake up.
Cut to a giant wrestling ring. The first rope stands twenty feet high with five feet between the four ropes. There are hundreds of people surrounding this square of fun. I am pulled into the ring and pushed to one of the top ropes, across from me sits an enormous man. His fat stomach stretches over his belt. Arms as thick as hams. The bell rings, people screaming. I am thrown into the fight at the same time as the fat man. I land the first punch, successfully knocking the fat man out. Cheers erupt around me and hundreds rush the ring. I am lifted onto the shoulders of those around me, looking down next to me a single smile flashes. Its her, my dream girl, my green eyed beauty. I climb down off the shoulders of my fans, and scoop her up into my arms. Staring into those green eyes I wake up.
Tyrano-Transformer-X
Starts off in the woods at night. I am walking along a logging trail feeling like I am being followed. I begin walking faster because I hear an engine in the distance. Jumping to the side of the road, I look about the embankment I am behind. A large truck is pulling an enormous cage behind it. There is slight movement in the darkness of the cage that I get the feeling an animal of immense size is within. It passes by my position heading uphill. Trying to get back to the road I slide down the embankment into an open area. A run down house sits in the middle of the clearing. I look around spying a Doge Charger, brand new, sitting on a small hill. I run to it, climbing up and in to start it. It talks to me saying "We must escape!" and I agree with it, and I call it Optimus, but it says "No, my name is Izod" and he starts up. We drive up the embankment but once we reach it the Animal truck is right there. Before we can hit the gas again, the back of it opens and a large T-Rex busts out. It begins chasing us, and then I wake up.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Titian Titan
It is nighttime as I walk beside the fence at the bottom of the hill. It is made of wire and wood. Staring up at the house the expansive yard stretches before me. Mottled with holes and toys; fresh dirt laying across the crisp grass. There is barbed wire stretched across the wooden X's at the top of the hill, allowing only one entrance. Entering the house there is an orange glow about the place. It looks as if an earthquake had hit...tables, chairs, and lamps strewn about the house. Walking up the stairs, jumping the break in them to reach the second floor. I search the first bedroom; looking in the desk against the wall for a book of some kind, listening for any signs of life. I gaze outside noticing a large truck now sitting on the lawn I had traversed. Fear grips my heart as I realize I am not alone. Spinning quickly I see the flash of orange passing the room I am in. Moving as quietly as I can I make my way back to the stairwell. Before I can make the leap to the lower half of stairs, I hear this piercing screech from behind me. I jump as the titan slashes at me, landing improperly my ankle twists and I tumble down the stairs. Dragging myself up I hobble to the front door, out of the corner of my eye I see the book I needed. Grasping it to my chest I limp from the house never looking back to see who was following me. I reach the bottom of the hill and pass through the fence. I finally turn back looking into the window of the room I had occupied seeing the titan hanging from a rope. Confusion sets in as I hear a whistling from above and behind me. In an instant the house is hit with a cannonade of bombs, their explosions jolt me from sleep.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Warm Skin
Soft glow of sunlight streaming over the silk white sheets. Her arm stretched out above her head, the other tucked beneath her face. Amber hair cascading across the pillow inches from my face. I slide closer tucking Her under my arm, causing her to shift her head to my chest. Inhaling I am greeted with coconut and soap. Placing a kiss upon Her head, I sigh in contentment.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Deep Fried Terrorism
It begins with me sitting at a lab table similar to ones at a high school. The room is reminiscent of an underground parking garage turned classroom. A gray vaulted ceiling supported on square cement columns. There are two people at every table, and about fifty tables. A slender blond woman with skin of milk teaches the class. She begins far away from me; telling us how to properly sink the fries in oil. Moving down the isle she glides toward the back of the room where I sit. Raising my hand I inform her that I do not have a frying basket, she chuckles making one magically appear in my hand. Coming closer to me she places her pale arms around my neck saying to the class "Next time we are cooking Lobster so make sure you bring your frying basket" As she walks away I realize my best friend Rick is sitting one seat away from me; we begin discussing the insanity of this deep-fryer class. I notice that talking with us is a Middle Eastern kid I know and the Japanese kid from the Grudge (freaking strange I know), Manny is there also! Then all of a sudden we hear and see pictures being taken off to our left, turning we see guys dressed in rags and lots of red cloth. Automatically it clicks in my head they are Terrorists, and then my friend says "Damn Terrorists". All of a sudden a new teacher pops up and says we need to get back to work, which involves plugging in a computer to the table...as I open the top I wake up.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Beachside Trouble
March 5th 2010:
The sky is dark as I tread chest high water. Small waves ripple around me, and there are hundreds of others swimming alongside. She is with me now...smiling that smile. I gaze toward the far off shore wondering about the darkness. She swims away now, my beacon of light in this dark world, and so I follow. No sound of water splashing or conversation, though the people's mouths are moving. I move effortlessly through the water after Her. We reach ankle deep water on the shore, She turns and speaks to me. There is no sound nor words really heard but the meaning behind the silence crushes my soul. I turn swimming for the comfort of deeper water...then it fades.
Cut to a circular room, within are four hospital beds. The room is carved from sedimentary rock, furnished with spartan fittings. A roughly hewed wooden door terminates the smoothness of the stone. Lying upon these beds were three men in terrible conditions, and myself. Something about them leads me to believe they are Angels badly injured and captured, I being one of them. I break free of my bonds standing upon wobbly legs I make for the door which swings open nearly toppling me. Engulfing the exit is an extremely large woman, hardened from a harsh life. Brandishing a blade attached to a ring of iron skeleton keys, she slices at me opening wounds upon my hands. I fight back with my own newly obtained weapon. But I become awake before anything happens.
March 4th 2010:
Out on the ocean during a beautiful blue day. Our boat is broken, and sinking. I find a small canoe-like-craft fit for only one person, and so i make sure Mikey is in it. I attach the flotation ring, big enough for me to place my butt on, to the back of his canoe and tell him to paddle back to shore. The water is crystal clear. All of a sudden we spot an extremely large shadow deep beneath us. Handing me the extra paddle, Mikey tries to go faster. It comes up near my legs that are hanging from the side. I am able to hit the shark every time it comes to bite my legs. We eventually make it to shallow water, and I run to the safety of the beach.
Previous to March 4th, 2010:
I am driving a car down to a pier, the sky is gray. It is a wooden pier extending far off to my right. Before me is a beach of pure white sand. There are families scattered about as if the sun were out, enjoying the sheer fun of being at the beach. I walk down the slight slope towards the waters edge. I can see kids boogie boarding and so I grab one and join them. All of a sudden people are yelling to look behind us, and there is a giant wave. I start paddling to shore but get swept up in its embrace. I manage to ride the wave in, where I land in waist deep water. Fighting the undercurrent I race toward my car. Then I hear a small child calling for help, turning I see her being pulled to deeper water. Racing back, I grab her underneath her shoulders and toss her to safety. I get sucked under...then I wake up.
The sky is dark as I tread chest high water. Small waves ripple around me, and there are hundreds of others swimming alongside. She is with me now...smiling that smile. I gaze toward the far off shore wondering about the darkness. She swims away now, my beacon of light in this dark world, and so I follow. No sound of water splashing or conversation, though the people's mouths are moving. I move effortlessly through the water after Her. We reach ankle deep water on the shore, She turns and speaks to me. There is no sound nor words really heard but the meaning behind the silence crushes my soul. I turn swimming for the comfort of deeper water...then it fades.
Cut to a circular room, within are four hospital beds. The room is carved from sedimentary rock, furnished with spartan fittings. A roughly hewed wooden door terminates the smoothness of the stone. Lying upon these beds were three men in terrible conditions, and myself. Something about them leads me to believe they are Angels badly injured and captured, I being one of them. I break free of my bonds standing upon wobbly legs I make for the door which swings open nearly toppling me. Engulfing the exit is an extremely large woman, hardened from a harsh life. Brandishing a blade attached to a ring of iron skeleton keys, she slices at me opening wounds upon my hands. I fight back with my own newly obtained weapon. But I become awake before anything happens.
March 4th 2010:
Out on the ocean during a beautiful blue day. Our boat is broken, and sinking. I find a small canoe-like-craft fit for only one person, and so i make sure Mikey is in it. I attach the flotation ring, big enough for me to place my butt on, to the back of his canoe and tell him to paddle back to shore. The water is crystal clear. All of a sudden we spot an extremely large shadow deep beneath us. Handing me the extra paddle, Mikey tries to go faster. It comes up near my legs that are hanging from the side. I am able to hit the shark every time it comes to bite my legs. We eventually make it to shallow water, and I run to the safety of the beach.
Previous to March 4th, 2010:
I am driving a car down to a pier, the sky is gray. It is a wooden pier extending far off to my right. Before me is a beach of pure white sand. There are families scattered about as if the sun were out, enjoying the sheer fun of being at the beach. I walk down the slight slope towards the waters edge. I can see kids boogie boarding and so I grab one and join them. All of a sudden people are yelling to look behind us, and there is a giant wave. I start paddling to shore but get swept up in its embrace. I manage to ride the wave in, where I land in waist deep water. Fighting the undercurrent I race toward my car. Then I hear a small child calling for help, turning I see her being pulled to deeper water. Racing back, I grab her underneath her shoulders and toss her to safety. I get sucked under...then I wake up.
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