A skeletal like man. Hammond. Recently burned by steam was already hideous without those burns. All his life he had believed in all manor of supernatural happenings, but somewhere along the way he began to notice that all mysticism had begun to fade from the world.
He felt that it was the only place that he fit in. Hammond was so determined to find anything that would give him another glimpse behind the veil of reality as we know it. All his searching had paid off when he followed some promising leads that would bring him to a powerful Genie.
Indeed his efforts did bear fruit. now, in order to have his wish granted, he was given a task by the Genie. The lamb would be easy. Hammond could just buy one of those. A human baby on the other hand would be much harder to obtain, and even more difficult to kill. A human baby has so much life to live. Hammond struggled with the thought. The idol would no doubt have lots of security detail. The fan admiration fills the idol with energy though.
"I don't want to just see behind the veil again. I want to LIFT IT!" Hammond was now full of resolve. determined to complete the task set before him. He travelled to the nearest farm and slaughtered every lamb in sight. Their screams alerted every living thing on the farm. Hammond drew his blade, ready to fight. Just as the farmer came out to investigate a heavy, unusual, purplish fog rolled in providing Hammond with all the cover he needed for escape.
Walking down the street he looks for potential houses that a baby might live in. A woman slowly drives by noticing his scars. she shoulders to offer aid. Baby on board...(less)
I could tell he wanted more. But I just didn't know how to give it to him. It was as if he had gone off to college and three months later was back, a changed person. I was still at home, the same me. I was admittedly, now in Leaving Cert, but I(more) was still me. I was the "me" he loved. We had made our pact at the end of the Summer, before he moved away. "You and me against the world, babe!". I had spent sleepless nights wondering about him, would he meet some college girl and forget about me? But he still texted every day and we skyped at the weekends. So my paranoid had dissipated a bit, and to be honest, the workload of the year was beginning to kick off, and I had less time to worry about phantom college girlfriends. Now, all of a sudden I felt so immature and, I donno, inadequate, there in my shiny navy school uniform, sitting across from him in the train station bar. He also looked a little different, he looked older, thinner, he had let his hair grow a bit and the school boy look was gone off him. He was my college boyfriend, yet his eyes searched me. I rattled on about the up-coming Christmas tests and the deadline for the CAO as I sipped on my vodka and orange. He took me in, whilst downing his Guinness. Since when had he started drinking Guinness? In the mirrors of his eyes, I could see a skinny girl, dressed in cords and a check shirt with dark hair and pointy features. There was where his desire was. Not the dyed blond girl next door sitting opposite him.(less)
There was silence, but it didn't feel particularly holy. Wood creaked. The sound reverberated from the walls and pillars, intensifying, deepening. He leaned back in the chair uneasily. A panel slid aside with a soft click. It sounded like a a sledge hammer hitting an anvil.
"Forgive me, for(more) I have sinned."
"What do you wish to confess?"
"Well, my Son-"
"Er. Yes. Right. Well, my So- Fa... ther. I have made someone else's wife pregnant."
"So you committed adultery."
"Well, not really..."
"Were you in love?"
"No. I desired to-"
"You should not give in to temptation because you desire something, my Son."
"For my sake, stop interrupting!"
"I'm sorry, my Son. Carry on."
"I was jealous, you see. This Zeus-fellow. Always bragging about how he seduced women here and there. We couldn't turn our heads in the choir for five years or he was at it again."
"So you... seduced... a woman and had intercourse with her because you were jealous of this... this potent man."
"Well, yes. For once, I wanted a son of my own to brag about over dinner."
"And did it work out to your satisfaction?"
"No, it damn well didn't. All I got was this scrawny weakling. The long-haired goodfornothing, going about telling the world of my affair with his mom. Poor Joseph. He needn't have known. Anyway, the bum never amounted to much and was nailed to a plank a few years later. I was the laughing stock of the Kingdom for centuries! All I wanted was for him to kill a giant. One giant! Or save a princess or other. But no, he had to go and...
Father? Are you alright? Hm. That foul incense must have got the better of him. Never liked the me-damned stuff. Father? Hello?"(less)
"Every beginning has an end." The voice rasped in a way the made your eyes water. "You made your decision and now you must live with the consequences."
"Why? I don't want to. It's unfair."
"You must complete your side of the bargain. You got what you (more)asked for and now it's my turn to get what I want."
There was a scraping sound as an old hide bag was dragged along the ground. The demon was grinning, displaying as much malice as glee The teeth were so sharp they were continually slicing it's cheeks and tongue producing constant rivulets of blood.
"I didn't think you were real." The man said. He was still a young man. In his own head he wasn't a man at all. He felt like a child.
"And I suppose you thought that all your prowess on the field were due to your own efforts? You thought you had become a star player because of your minimum practice on the field? Did you believe your own hype that you were a natural? Fool."
He could hear the dripping approaching him.
"I was drunk, it didn't seem real. I thought I imagined it all." Fear was creeping into his voice. He could feel his chest tighten.
"I have no interest in the circumstances of how and why I am summoned. You called, I came. You asked, I delivered. It's as simple as that."
The bag was dropped in front of him. He could hear the muffled whimpering.
"Now. Feed me her heart. Feed me or lose everything you have gained. Feed me now."
"You have to see it through."
"I ám sjeeing it through."
"Yeah. Through the bottom of an empty bottle."
"It helpsj me sjee more clearerly," said the old man morosely.
"I'm sure it does."
(more) "Loo'. Look. 'Ere. You try." The bottle was thrust out.
With a sigh the second man took it and held it up to one eye, closing the other. "OK. What am I looking for?"
"Anything you wantsj," said Blotto, expertly pinching his companion's drink as the empty bottle moved to and fro like a primitive telescope.
Ted lowered the bottle suspiciously and glanced at the bar. "You nicked my bub again, didn't you?"
"Blazes, Blotto. You're full to the guards. Blind as Chloe, and no mistake." Ted leaned over the counter and called the barman, ordering two double brandies.
Blotto swayed gently on his stool. "When wasj the lasjt time you hunted a tav'rn foxsj, Ted?"
"I don't know."
"Agesj! You're old and sjlow, Ted."
Ted scowled, but did not reply. Blotto had left the church immediately after the service, staggering, already drunk as forty billy goats, to the drinking house across the square. It was a ramshackle old alehouse where lost souls gathered. Blotto hoped to find the one soul that had meant so much to him. "You sjaid it yoursjelf, Ted! Thisj isj where the losjt sjouls go!" The old man was crying now, the alcohol intensifying the delusions of his early dementia. Ted didn't have the heart to refute him. Two brandies were placed upon the bar. Blotto's sobs subsided as he cradled his glass. Ted picked up the bottle and held it to his eye once more. He closed his other eye, and Blotto pinched his drink.
"Let's try again."(less)
I never commit to anything. Everything I ever try always ends up as a failure, but I know why. I can never see it through. No matter what I'm doing I can never tough it out, but this time will be different. I will see it though no matter(more) what. There is to much on the line.
He should have trusted those instincts that had held him back all that time. He died alone and scared. Only seeing the error in his judgement in his final moments. He was divorced and had a life insurance policy, but it was unfortunate that he didn't realize that suicide voids any money that his ex-wife and kids would have received.
For the man who couldn't commit it was a typical story that he could only fully commit to suicide, but even then, dangling from that rope, he questioned his actions. In his last moments he did indeed remember about his policy being void if he committed suicide.
Meanwhile, across the world, and across time, a girl considers that it is 2014. It is now perfectly acceptable for a girl to ask a boy out, right? She musters up her courage and is determined to see it though this time. several months later she is happily married. It was at the moment that a man had let his own life slip from his body that her son was born.
Her son was born with down syndrome, and that was her biggest fear. She was a different woman now. Stronger. Determined. No longer meek she knew she still loved her baby and would see it through to the end. She would endure every hardship. She knew she had to, not because she had to see it though, but because she wanted to see it though. (less)
"Move with your body," he says softly. "Don't fight it. Let go."
There's something squirming behind her eyes, the thing that crept into her ears through his whispers and dug it's way inside her head. Bones and muscle are working together to move on their own, to(more) grip the knife he gave her tighter, to hold it up to her sister's neck. Her sister isn't dead yet because she's fighting the parasite, and it hurts, feels like her skin is being peeled back every time she tries to move.
"Let go," he says, and he's ten steps away from her but it feels like a physical push. She steps closer to her sister, but the knife is frozen in place. Her arm is on fire.
Her sister looks up at her, says "It's okay" with a sob cracking through her teeth. "It's okay. You can let go."
The pain is flaring in her skull and picking her brain apart. She could let go and it'll stop, watch her sister bleed out and not care at all. Or-
She doesn't spend time thinking it over, just does it before he can stop her.
Three screams. One is hers, not from the knife she's plunged into her stomach, but the effort it took to put it there. Another from her sister, screaming her name. And the last from him, unintelligible shouts and heavy foot steps.
She's on the ground when he finally gets to her. She's glad she'll get to die knowing how furious she made him.
"You ruined it," he hisses, grabbing the knife and pulling it out. Her whole lower body is numb. She barely feels it. "You fucking ruined it."
She laughs and spits blood in his face. The knife isn't as painful going in the second time.(less)
You prefer wine with body, a dry red that adheres itself to your palette like molasses, only less sweet.
Holding your glass to the light, you showed me what to look for in a good red; how to swirl it to open the aroma, watching for leg(more)s as it settled back to the bottom of the glass.
'The more legs, the better,' you said. 'A sign of high alcohol content.'
'Better to numb the pain.' Those were your unspoken words, the silent meaning behind your sighs.
You talk about death as you would a lover, some great salvation from all your woes. The cuts on your arm scream an angry red no matter how much you try to cover them; to bottle it all away. Shove the cork in it- you're done with wine, done with life.
I want you to watch a sunrise with me. I want to point out the beauty of the sky as it lightens, focusing your attention on the rosy-orange glow of the sun's "legs." I want you to hold a flower in your hand, to feel its velvety softness between your fingertips and lose yourself in its color.
I keep thinking if I can get you to embrace something good- something positive- that you will stay.
You say your words hold no meaning, but I store them all away, the unspoken with the spoken. My biggest fear is their silence.
What is a mind without a body? Perhaps after the body dies the conciousness of a person is turned into energy with no where to go or nothing to do. A mind with body is capable of so much. The possibilities of what are beyond the physical is something(more) amazing to ponder. we are bound to the plane of the living by our bodies, we may be able to cheat death one day.(less)