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Song- Russian Circles - Carpe
Food - a whole lot of nothing
Weather - adnormally warm and rainy
Random fact - Lightning bolts is kick ass
I just finished a short story for english class. I think it came out pretty good so i want you the people to tell me what you think. Here it is. I call it "house".... I can't come up with anything else.
What was once a span of crops spreading out to the horizon is now a barren waste land, a place long since forgotten by humanity, miles and miles of land untouched by human hands for what appears to be centuries. The only break in this horizon is a small speck of a shadow, far off in the distance. The speck grows larger with every step I take on the dead plants that litter the ground. The speck takes the shape of an old abandoned shack. It is the only evidence I have been able to find of human existence.
The shack was still for off in the distance when I decided to turn back and head back to the truck. I was getting bored with this place. As to exactly why I was even here, is something that even I cannot answer. I just felt like coming here, simple as that. My head swung low starring at the ground my feet treaded upon on my way back to the truck. I turned around to take on last look at the shack, it was beaten up very badly and I was amazed to see that it had survived all these years in the unforgiving weather.
I was also amazed to see a light on in the window.
I stood there in wonder. What I was seeing, could it be real? No one could possibly be living in a run down weather beaten shack like that. The light I saw must had been a reflection from the sun. But, just out of curiosity (and the fact that I had nothing else to do all day) I started back toward the shack, hastening my pace with every step. When I still saw the light in the window, I started a full on sprint. I stopped a few feet away from the building, and slowly crept up to the front door.
When I passed the window I took a quick glace inside, but I couldn’t really see anything, even with the light on. Speaking of the light, I was able to see shadows dancing across the wall, giving me reason to believe that the light was from a fire. Well what else could it be? There isn’t any electricity available for miles.
I stopped in front of the door. I was afraid to knock due to the fact that I might have fallen apart if I did. So instead I yelled. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” I waited a few seconds for an answer that would not some, even after I repeated my self raising my volume each time. I starred at the sky for a moment, wondering why there would be a fire inside the house. Then I noticed little wisps of smoke coming from the stack of bricks that might have been a chimney. This intrigued me even more so I approached the door and place my hand upon the handle. I hollered once more before slowly swinging the door open…
The inside of the old cottage was exactly as I imagined, old and rotting. Every thing inside seemed as if it may fall apart if touched. Dust covered every square inch of the room, and cobwebs had taken complete control of each corner of the room. A rat scurried off by my foot, startling me for a second. Grass and other plants had sprung up in holes all across the floor and peaking through the walls. There was no possible way someone could live in a place like this.
I stood idly what I assumed was the living room for quite some time, taking note of all the ancient artifacts that scattered the room. There was a fire place, but it showed no evidence of being used for years on end, in fact the wood had rotted away completely.
Suddenly I heard what I thought was rattling chains. I wasn’t sure where they had come from, but I could have sworn I hear them. I walked toward the kitchen for a closer investigation.
As soon as I had turned my back to the room of living I heard it again, this time accompanied with the opening and shutting of a door. I was no longer alone.
“Hello? Is any one there?”… no answer. I peaked around the corner where I could see, to my shock, a man standing in front of the door. His clothes were old and tarnished, held together by a system of patches. His black hair was a complete mess, jetting out in every which direction. His face was pale like that of a skull and had dark circles around his ageless eyes. Most peculiar of all were the chains that were wrapped around his hands.
“Uhm, excuse me sir I don’t mean to intrude.” I stated aloud as I walked toward the man. I was scared crap, I wasn’t sure if this man was dangerous or not, but I had an escape route all planned out if worse came to worse. I would jump out the near by window and make a break for the truck. I made sure I stood a good distance away from the window so I could have a running start to gain enough momentum to break through the glass. I found myself starring at the window perplexed, was that glass there just a minute ago?
I suddenly forgot my plans to escape and even the man that starred at me. I was completely speechless as I looked around the now completely restored room. All the dust and cobwebs were gone, and there was a fire raging in the fire place. It looked as if the shack had just been built.
My eyes fell back on the odd man by the door. He had been starring at my blankly the entire time. He did not move, he did not blink, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even breathing, he just starred at me. I looked back into his faded eyes, his body looked young but his eyes seemed ancient, who was this man?
There was an eerie silence for a long time as we shot each other down. Then something happened. The man… smiled, showing off all of his broken teeth. It was a haunting smile, one that sent shivers down my spine and up again. I found my self paralyzed in fear. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t get away from his gaze.
His cold, blank eyes, pierced through me. I felt a chill that spread throughout my body instantaneously, getting colder which each second until it burnt. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. I was stuck there, in that spot in the living room, dieing from a blistering cold that wrecked my body.
Suddenly he twitched. It was a short but over dramatic spasm, but it made him lose his grip on me for only a second. And in that second I fled. I through out all my escape plans from before and just ran in the opposite direction from that monster. I found myself bounding up the stairs toward the second floor. I ran and ran and run up those stairs and yet, the stairs seemed to grow in length with every step. I could hear the jingling of chains jest behind me, growing in volume. I turned my head toward the bottom and could have sworn to see his smiling face, but I couldn’t tell as I tripped on a step and fell.
I opened my eyes slowly, my head throbbing. I had forgotten where I was, and just laid there, on the stairway, dazed. I stood up slowly, taking my time to gain my balance. I put a hand to my head, but drew it back surprised to see it covered in blood. The sight of my crimson hand knocked me back into reality, and the cold-sweat of fear etched its way back into me.
I spun around to look behind me, to see if the creature was still chasing me… but there was nothing. No rattling chain either. In fact the house had seemed to have completely changed back into its originally worn-down shape. I stood there, in the stairway, unsure what was going on. Was it all a dream? Maybe I dreamt the whole thing after I smashed my head. I didn’t understand what was going on; I didn’t understand why I continued my way up the stairs of this god-forsaken house.
I took my time, walking slowly into the next room. It seemed to be some kind of study It was a small square room with an ancient desk rested in a dust blanket up against the wall and moldy books filled the bookcases that surrounded the rest of the room. To my left, in a space between two bookcases there was a window over looking the barren waist land below. On the other side of the room there was a door that seemed to be a closet of some sort.
I took my time looking at some of the old books. One book caught my eye and I decided to take it out and have a look see, but it was by no means legible, well maybe it was but my vision was so blurry and headache pounding that I couldn’t concentrate on making out shoddy type. I took a seat on the floor next to the closet door, to rest for a second. I could figure out what possessed me to come up here or to look at this book that lay idle in my hands. I sat there, injured and bloodstained, unsure of what to do next. I knew I should treat the wound on my head, but… It didn’t seem important. Nothing seemed important. I had no desire to leave that house. I had no desire to even get up. I just looked up at the ceiling and zoned out.
A few seconds I decided to take a look at the book in my hand once more. I felt that my vision had cleared enough to read it. The book had been handwritten, and dated, so I figured it must have been a diary. The actually book was quiet thick but the writing stopped less than a quarter of the way through. I took a look at the last entry. It was hard to make out but I think I went something like this:
“ January 13
It’s been about a week since I first saw the man, weaving through my crops with a scythe rested upon his shoulder. He was an odd one indeed. I didn’t think anything of it then, but over the week he was appeared out side my house multiple times. often just starrin at the house. I just thought of him as a crazy feller, but then some weird stuff startin happin. Everytime that man would come the craziest things would happen. Books flying off the selves, windows shattering, rooms getting bigger and smaller, crazy things. I can’t even describe some of the stuff. I don’t understand what is going on, or who that man is, but I intend to find out.
January 16
He is here, in my house. oh god he is going to kill me. Those awful chains-if your reading this then get out Get OUT N—”
This rest is unreadable, smeared with ink and what looks to be bloodstains. I took a second to ponder the entry. Slowly I came to a realization. He wanted me to read this. He was the one that made me climb the stairs, and find this book. To find out my fate.
As soon as this thought had passed, there came a rattling of chains from the stairway. I bolted up as fast as I could. I glanced around the room, looking for a way out. I swung open the closet door and got inside. Only to find it wasn’t a closet, instead it lead to another room. It look to be a some kind of study. It was a small square room with an ancient desk rested in a dust blanket up against the wall and moldy books filled the bookcases that surrounded the rest of the room. To my left, in a space between two bookcases there was a window over looking the barren waist land below. On the other side of the room there was a door that seemed to be a closet of some sort.
I shrugged off the feeling of De-ja-vu and stumbled toward the door across the room. Struggling I open the door and stumbled into the next room which looked to be a small study, with a dust covered desk to my right and a window peaking through bookcases to my left.
I feel to my knees, it was hopeless, he would catch me. And I would die. I could hear the chains getting closer and closer. No… it wasn’t going to end like this.
With one sudden massive burst of adrenaline I made a dash toward the window. It didn’t occur to me that I was on the second floor, but even if it had I would have stilled jumped. It took a long time to fall; everything was going extremely slow for me. I could see the window drift away from me, and could feel the ground approach.
I hit the ground rolling, quickly got onto my feet and made a mad dash toward my truck. I could feel a searing heat behind me, as if the field was on fire, but I dare not look. I just kept running on whatever energy I had left. I could see it in the distance, my way out of this hell hole. I was almost there.
The earth began to shake and the split, massive rocks lifting straight of out the ground all around me, but I kept on running. It felt as if all hell was breaking loose behind me, I could hear explosions, slaughter, and the hairsplitting cries of demons. But I did not dare look back. I was almost there, almost to safe from this disaster. I look one finally bound and reached out for the door handle.
I slammed the door behind me and immediately started up the engine. It went on perfectly the first time, but I had no time for a sigh of relief. I put that baby in drive I floored it. I took one final look at the field, out of stupid curiosity, and I saw nothing, not a single thing. Even the house in the distance stood like it had when I first approached it. It made me wonder… if all of this was real or not.
But I really didn’t care anymore I just wanted to get out of there. I was finally home free, safe from that monster. I cracked a smile as a turned onto the road. nothing was gonna stop me now, I though to myself as I unknowing looked into the headlights of an oncoming semi…
As my mangled body lay in the middle of the street amongst the wreckage of my truck and the Semi truck I had collided with, I noticed a man on the side of the road, with black mangled hair and a pale skull like face. He had a hood on so his features were hard to see. His clothes were old and held together with a system of patches. The chains wrapped around his hands rattled as he took out an hourglass from within his trench-coat like jacket and took a good look at it. The he pulled out a giant scythe that had been stuck in the ground, rested it upon his shoulder and walked off, just as my vision became hazy and I noticed a white light….
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and im done. enjoy your selves merther fercker
Song- Russian Circles - Carpe
Food - a whole lot of nothing
Weather - adnormally warm and rainy
Random fact - Lightning bolts is kick ass
I just finished a short story for english class. I think it came out pretty good so i want you the people to tell me what you think. Here it is. I call it "house".... I can't come up with anything else.
What was once a span of crops spreading out to the horizon is now a barren waste land, a place long since forgotten by humanity, miles and miles of land untouched by human hands for what appears to be centuries. The only break in this horizon is a small speck of a shadow, far off in the distance. The speck grows larger with every step I take on the dead plants that litter the ground. The speck takes the shape of an old abandoned shack. It is the only evidence I have been able to find of human existence.
The shack was still for off in the distance when I decided to turn back and head back to the truck. I was getting bored with this place. As to exactly why I was even here, is something that even I cannot answer. I just felt like coming here, simple as that. My head swung low starring at the ground my feet treaded upon on my way back to the truck. I turned around to take on last look at the shack, it was beaten up very badly and I was amazed to see that it had survived all these years in the unforgiving weather.
I was also amazed to see a light on in the window.
I stood there in wonder. What I was seeing, could it be real? No one could possibly be living in a run down weather beaten shack like that. The light I saw must had been a reflection from the sun. But, just out of curiosity (and the fact that I had nothing else to do all day) I started back toward the shack, hastening my pace with every step. When I still saw the light in the window, I started a full on sprint. I stopped a few feet away from the building, and slowly crept up to the front door.
When I passed the window I took a quick glace inside, but I couldn’t really see anything, even with the light on. Speaking of the light, I was able to see shadows dancing across the wall, giving me reason to believe that the light was from a fire. Well what else could it be? There isn’t any electricity available for miles.
I stopped in front of the door. I was afraid to knock due to the fact that I might have fallen apart if I did. So instead I yelled. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” I waited a few seconds for an answer that would not some, even after I repeated my self raising my volume each time. I starred at the sky for a moment, wondering why there would be a fire inside the house. Then I noticed little wisps of smoke coming from the stack of bricks that might have been a chimney. This intrigued me even more so I approached the door and place my hand upon the handle. I hollered once more before slowly swinging the door open…
The inside of the old cottage was exactly as I imagined, old and rotting. Every thing inside seemed as if it may fall apart if touched. Dust covered every square inch of the room, and cobwebs had taken complete control of each corner of the room. A rat scurried off by my foot, startling me for a second. Grass and other plants had sprung up in holes all across the floor and peaking through the walls. There was no possible way someone could live in a place like this.
I stood idly what I assumed was the living room for quite some time, taking note of all the ancient artifacts that scattered the room. There was a fire place, but it showed no evidence of being used for years on end, in fact the wood had rotted away completely.
Suddenly I heard what I thought was rattling chains. I wasn’t sure where they had come from, but I could have sworn I hear them. I walked toward the kitchen for a closer investigation.
As soon as I had turned my back to the room of living I heard it again, this time accompanied with the opening and shutting of a door. I was no longer alone.
“Hello? Is any one there?”… no answer. I peaked around the corner where I could see, to my shock, a man standing in front of the door. His clothes were old and tarnished, held together by a system of patches. His black hair was a complete mess, jetting out in every which direction. His face was pale like that of a skull and had dark circles around his ageless eyes. Most peculiar of all were the chains that were wrapped around his hands.
“Uhm, excuse me sir I don’t mean to intrude.” I stated aloud as I walked toward the man. I was scared crap, I wasn’t sure if this man was dangerous or not, but I had an escape route all planned out if worse came to worse. I would jump out the near by window and make a break for the truck. I made sure I stood a good distance away from the window so I could have a running start to gain enough momentum to break through the glass. I found myself starring at the window perplexed, was that glass there just a minute ago?
I suddenly forgot my plans to escape and even the man that starred at me. I was completely speechless as I looked around the now completely restored room. All the dust and cobwebs were gone, and there was a fire raging in the fire place. It looked as if the shack had just been built.
My eyes fell back on the odd man by the door. He had been starring at my blankly the entire time. He did not move, he did not blink, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even breathing, he just starred at me. I looked back into his faded eyes, his body looked young but his eyes seemed ancient, who was this man?
There was an eerie silence for a long time as we shot each other down. Then something happened. The man… smiled, showing off all of his broken teeth. It was a haunting smile, one that sent shivers down my spine and up again. I found my self paralyzed in fear. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t get away from his gaze.
His cold, blank eyes, pierced through me. I felt a chill that spread throughout my body instantaneously, getting colder which each second until it burnt. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. I was stuck there, in that spot in the living room, dieing from a blistering cold that wrecked my body.
Suddenly he twitched. It was a short but over dramatic spasm, but it made him lose his grip on me for only a second. And in that second I fled. I through out all my escape plans from before and just ran in the opposite direction from that monster. I found myself bounding up the stairs toward the second floor. I ran and ran and run up those stairs and yet, the stairs seemed to grow in length with every step. I could hear the jingling of chains jest behind me, growing in volume. I turned my head toward the bottom and could have sworn to see his smiling face, but I couldn’t tell as I tripped on a step and fell.
I opened my eyes slowly, my head throbbing. I had forgotten where I was, and just laid there, on the stairway, dazed. I stood up slowly, taking my time to gain my balance. I put a hand to my head, but drew it back surprised to see it covered in blood. The sight of my crimson hand knocked me back into reality, and the cold-sweat of fear etched its way back into me.
I spun around to look behind me, to see if the creature was still chasing me… but there was nothing. No rattling chain either. In fact the house had seemed to have completely changed back into its originally worn-down shape. I stood there, in the stairway, unsure what was going on. Was it all a dream? Maybe I dreamt the whole thing after I smashed my head. I didn’t understand what was going on; I didn’t understand why I continued my way up the stairs of this god-forsaken house.
I took my time, walking slowly into the next room. It seemed to be some kind of study It was a small square room with an ancient desk rested in a dust blanket up against the wall and moldy books filled the bookcases that surrounded the rest of the room. To my left, in a space between two bookcases there was a window over looking the barren waist land below. On the other side of the room there was a door that seemed to be a closet of some sort.
I took my time looking at some of the old books. One book caught my eye and I decided to take it out and have a look see, but it was by no means legible, well maybe it was but my vision was so blurry and headache pounding that I couldn’t concentrate on making out shoddy type. I took a seat on the floor next to the closet door, to rest for a second. I could figure out what possessed me to come up here or to look at this book that lay idle in my hands. I sat there, injured and bloodstained, unsure of what to do next. I knew I should treat the wound on my head, but… It didn’t seem important. Nothing seemed important. I had no desire to leave that house. I had no desire to even get up. I just looked up at the ceiling and zoned out.
A few seconds I decided to take a look at the book in my hand once more. I felt that my vision had cleared enough to read it. The book had been handwritten, and dated, so I figured it must have been a diary. The actually book was quiet thick but the writing stopped less than a quarter of the way through. I took a look at the last entry. It was hard to make out but I think I went something like this:
“ January 13
It’s been about a week since I first saw the man, weaving through my crops with a scythe rested upon his shoulder. He was an odd one indeed. I didn’t think anything of it then, but over the week he was appeared out side my house multiple times. often just starrin at the house. I just thought of him as a crazy feller, but then some weird stuff startin happin. Everytime that man would come the craziest things would happen. Books flying off the selves, windows shattering, rooms getting bigger and smaller, crazy things. I can’t even describe some of the stuff. I don’t understand what is going on, or who that man is, but I intend to find out.
January 16
He is here, in my house. oh god he is going to kill me. Those awful chains-if your reading this then get out Get OUT N—”
This rest is unreadable, smeared with ink and what looks to be bloodstains. I took a second to ponder the entry. Slowly I came to a realization. He wanted me to read this. He was the one that made me climb the stairs, and find this book. To find out my fate.
As soon as this thought had passed, there came a rattling of chains from the stairway. I bolted up as fast as I could. I glanced around the room, looking for a way out. I swung open the closet door and got inside. Only to find it wasn’t a closet, instead it lead to another room. It look to be a some kind of study. It was a small square room with an ancient desk rested in a dust blanket up against the wall and moldy books filled the bookcases that surrounded the rest of the room. To my left, in a space between two bookcases there was a window over looking the barren waist land below. On the other side of the room there was a door that seemed to be a closet of some sort.
I shrugged off the feeling of De-ja-vu and stumbled toward the door across the room. Struggling I open the door and stumbled into the next room which looked to be a small study, with a dust covered desk to my right and a window peaking through bookcases to my left.
I feel to my knees, it was hopeless, he would catch me. And I would die. I could hear the chains getting closer and closer. No… it wasn’t going to end like this.
With one sudden massive burst of adrenaline I made a dash toward the window. It didn’t occur to me that I was on the second floor, but even if it had I would have stilled jumped. It took a long time to fall; everything was going extremely slow for me. I could see the window drift away from me, and could feel the ground approach.
I hit the ground rolling, quickly got onto my feet and made a mad dash toward my truck. I could feel a searing heat behind me, as if the field was on fire, but I dare not look. I just kept running on whatever energy I had left. I could see it in the distance, my way out of this hell hole. I was almost there.
The earth began to shake and the split, massive rocks lifting straight of out the ground all around me, but I kept on running. It felt as if all hell was breaking loose behind me, I could hear explosions, slaughter, and the hairsplitting cries of demons. But I did not dare look back. I was almost there, almost to safe from this disaster. I look one finally bound and reached out for the door handle.
I slammed the door behind me and immediately started up the engine. It went on perfectly the first time, but I had no time for a sigh of relief. I put that baby in drive I floored it. I took one final look at the field, out of stupid curiosity, and I saw nothing, not a single thing. Even the house in the distance stood like it had when I first approached it. It made me wonder… if all of this was real or not.
But I really didn’t care anymore I just wanted to get out of there. I was finally home free, safe from that monster. I cracked a smile as a turned onto the road. nothing was gonna stop me now, I though to myself as I unknowing looked into the headlights of an oncoming semi…
As my mangled body lay in the middle of the street amongst the wreckage of my truck and the Semi truck I had collided with, I noticed a man on the side of the road, with black mangled hair and a pale skull like face. He had a hood on so his features were hard to see. His clothes were old and held together with a system of patches. The chains wrapped around his hands rattled as he took out an hourglass from within his trench-coat like jacket and took a good look at it. The he pulled out a giant scythe that had been stuck in the ground, rested it upon his shoulder and walked off, just as my vision became hazy and I noticed a white light….
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and im done. enjoy your selves merther fercker
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