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.

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.

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.

I am standing at the peak of a mountain thousands of miles above everything else.

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.

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.

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.