August 21, 2007 – Tuesday

You don’t get to know the TITLE of the story until the VERY end…..

Current mood: restless

Though the early brilliant sun seeped through the drab blinds.

The air was vastly thick with age and dust. It swayed and danced across the small light’s surface in the condemned room, As though frantically searching for an escape into the unknown world outside.

She stared blankly at the chipped and faded ceiling above. Dark black spheres encircled her sight. But still she stared… waiting.

Her body so sickly it appeared that it was just bones with a covering of a dead eroding cloth of skin. Her skeletal pale-blue covering fought her mind begging for its freedom to be reborn in the luminous glow of day.

A fragile arm wandered under her sweat dampened pillow every few moments, reassuring it was still there.

There was a movement outside.

In an instant she leaped out of her miserable bed grasping her rusted dagger from under her pillow.

The movement spoke again. It now appeared to be inside.

She quietly opened her bolted bedroom door and silently slunk across the space to the darkened hallway holding the dagger forward as though it were illuminating the way.

The movement erupted in the kitchen now. She froze as she saw the enormous beast-like shadow cast across the wall. Before she could think the shape turned and peered upon her with its large red dooming eyes. Its mouth curling up into a frightening smile as she trembled in fear. It started toward her, Her body reacted and moved backward as adrenaline fiercely began throbbing through her veins. She raised her dagger above her head and with a ferocious look charged the shape.

Paint and broken dry wall splattered about but away she hacked punishing the trespasser for its unwelcome entry. The monster tried to escape and went further into the dining room. She chased it to the table her dagger soaring through the air to meet its victim. The monster’s face roared in agony as it grew smaller and collapsed on the table. But she kept going. Harsh liquids spurting all over herself and the table now as she bit her lip and continued thrusting her weapon forward.

The monster stopped moving.

She stepped away from it.

Someone knocked on the door. She jumped in suprise. They knocked again. She bounded this time to it to check who in the peep hole.

“This is the Police. We were informed of some commotion and we just thought we would check and see if everything was all right.” The shiny badged man spoke.

Her mind raced. Questions consumed her head trying to find the correct choice to make to let him in, to hide, to escape…..

“Ma’am. If you don’t open up we are going to have to knock down the door to check the premises.” He spoke again scratching his bald head underneath his black police cap.

She backed against the opposing wall slowly holding her dripping dagger behind her.

“One last warning Ma’am.” He warned impatiently.

After several moments a few thuds sounded and the door collapsed bringing up a cloud of dust. The men coughed for a few moments and shone the light on the woman dripping in red moisture. Her hair long and mangled with hallow eyes that continued to the back of her skull. She crumbled away from the light gasping for air. The cops gasped at her appearance.

“Ma’am are you all ri-” The other cop sent his light on the wall in the kitchen exposing a gaping hole in the wall with many smaller holes that surrounded it. The cop swore under his breath. The other cops looked from the wall to the woman with a puzzled expression on their faces.

“Stay here! We’re going to check the place.” The first cop spoke to the woman. “Rookie, stay with the girl and make sure she doesn’t pass out. We’ll likely to need her for questioning.” He commanded. The smallest of the cops moved forward with a triumphant, crooked grin. His light still eternally rested on the crumpled figure of a woman lying on the floor. Her breathing was shallow but consistent as she had turned her limp body to face the wall. Curling up like an infant and trying to shield her body from the brightness as much as possible.

The cops split up to investigate the small apartment. The first cop checked the bedroom. And was shocked to see such an inhabitable place. The bed was small and broken. The thin mattresses springs were jutting out of the surface. Thick, dirty cotton was exposing itself from the blankets and pillow. The carpet stained with muticolored markings and stains. The ceiling fan hung by a small wire much lower than it should have and all the wings broken off it.

My hell this place is a dump! He thought to himself.

“Davis!” A voice exclaimed. “You’ve got to see this!” The cop backed away from the room to meet the others his light found them in the dining room.

“What is i-” He asked but his question was already answered. The appalling scene before them shocked them all.

The remnants of a poor small cat covered the small blood painted table. Blood and fur were the only things that could be recognized.

The cop named Davis spoke on his walkie in a hushed voice. The cops assembled themselves together around the panting skeletal woman. They gently turned the woman over onto her back. As soon as the brightness contacted her wasted face she gasped for air to fill her lungs. It was like she was drowning but not in water.

“Ma’am. We are going to take care of you. We need to put these cuffs on you and we are going to get you some help, Okay?” Davis spoke to the woman as he reached out to cuff her. She screamed and kicked and fought to stay in the only world she knew.

“Shhh…. It’s going to be okay.” Davis kept repeating to her. And then it went dark for her.

TITLE: .Photophobia.Sciaphobia.Scelerophobia.Somniphobia.

“It’s all in your head….”

I got this article emailed to me when I was younger, I don’t know the original origin of it but it’s good for a laugh:

1. Stick your open palm under the stall wall and ask your neighbor, ‘May I borrow a highlighter?’

2. Say, ‘Uh oh, I knew I shouldn’t have put my lips on that.’

3. Cheer and clap loudly every time somebody breaks the silence with a bodily function noise.

4. Say, ‘Damn, this water’s cold.’

5. Drop a marble and say, ‘Oh shit! My glass eye!’

6. Say, ‘Hmmm, I’ve never seen that color before.’

7. Grunt and strain real loud for 30 seconds and then drop a cantelope into the toilet bowl from a height of 6 feet. Sigh relaxingly.

8. Say, ‘Now how did that get there?’

9. Say, ‘Humus. Reminds me of humus.’

10. Fill up a large flask with Mountain Dew. Squirt it erratically under the stall walls of your neighbors while yelling, ‘Whoa! Easy boy!’

11. Say, ‘Interesting… more floaters than sinkers.’

12. Using a small squeeze tube, spread peanut butter on a wad of toilet paper and drop the wad under the stall wall of your neighbor. Then say, ‘Whoops, could you kick that back over here please?’

13. Say, ‘C’mon Mr. Happy! Don’t fall asleep on me.’

14. Fill a balloon with creamed corn. Rush into the stall with your hand over your mouth and let out a lengthy vomit impression while you squeeze the balloon and splatter cream corn all about. Apologize profusely and blame it on the fettucine alfredo you had for breakfast.

15. Say, ‘Boy, that sure looks like a maggot.’

16. Say, ‘Damn, I knew that drain hole was a little too small. Now what am I gonna do?’

17. Play a well known drum cadence over and over again on your butt cheeks.

18. Before you unroll toilet paper, conspicuously lay down your ‘Cross-Dressers Anonymous’ newsletter on the floor visible to the adjacent stall.

19. Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall, adjust it so you can see your neighbor and say, ‘Peek-a-boo!’

20. Drop a D-cup bra on the floor under the stall wall and sing ‘Born Free’. LAME !