Sometimes i have the urge to write. Its not very often, but when i do write id like to think its not utter crap. Just kinda crappy. I had posted these previously in my blog but since the traffic there isnt to trafficy and the responses i get are just spam, I figured i would post up some of my work here and possibly get some feedback or hate. Both are welcome.
A MINATORY AND FOREIGN VISITOR
OMFG! I know! i spent all tuesday night waiting for 10 seconds before the stroke of midnight.
When suddenly 2 minutes before i could "5" my song and "0" bomb all the noooobs that five their shit all the time. i hear a large crash from the next room. I sweat it sounded like a sack of dead foxes had hit the floor with a sickening slap of wet bloody tightly packed fuzzy cadavers.
i immediately stood up and grasped the chair. it felt comfortable to hold something that i could easily throw at a moments notice. as i dragged the chair along the hollow sounding dry wooden floor i perked my ears to the doorway of the small computer closet on the mezzanine of my complex. I fi could of only rushed out the room. I could have inspected and been back to the refresh button on the top submissions in trance. NO!!!!...
I stopped troubling myself of what could have been. i needed to see what was beyond that door into the dark hallway. My younger brothers room is where i felt the sound come from. It was impossible to tell by the sound. This loud vibrating auditory apparition seemed so loud and sudden to even believe it had reverberated off every walls entering the fragile impulse in my head. It almost seemed like it never happened from the crushing silence that followed the sickly sound.
I grabbed my balls tight an proceed into the dark hallway. I opened my eyes as wide as i could with the hope of catching something in my peripheral. the clamminess immediately set into my palms that held the chair that i had been hugging since i entered the hallway. I had to constantly move my eyes back and forth to sense any movement up ahead. my breathing sounded like the rough reed that had taken on the characteristics of my increasingly swelling trachea. My heart pounded and my skin had felt like an iron maiden of tazer like nerve impulses. The feeling snapped me out of my own mind and into my eyes.
What was beyond the door. A simple door illuminated only by the green glow of the digital timepiece on the coffee stand in the living room. The numbers menaced me from across the room like a cheshire cat coating you with riddles and illusions. The clock read 11:52.
{{{{Find out what is wrong and get back to the screen!!!}}}}
I shot for te door with no abandone. Every fiber of my body reached, yurned, for the handle. my fingers grasped the handle with fluid motion and dark perseverence. i felt lighting at my fingertips, as my wet palm fully grasped the handle.
With hand on the the midsection and throttle of the the entrance to a portal beyond my imagination. I HAD THRUST MY WAY INTO THE ROOM!!! The lights were bright and humbled my step. I had brought the chair up to my defense. When suddenly through the blinding light a large appendage had smashed into the chair in front of me. Holding fast to the chair i had been thrown into the wall with the now compromised chair. The force of the blow had fast moving splinters all around me. The rear left leg had flew past my eye. I could see the broken wooden grain. I recreated the snapping sound over and over in my head.
It had deflated me significantly.
I rolled off the wall and fell back into the hallway. onto my back.... I started to panic and scamble down the hallway. The floor seemed to be coated in butter.
It emerged from the room. A shiny helmet had slowly appered from the midrift of the doorframe. It had scraped itself on the molding making a frightful sound of pure size and power. As if i were caught in a terrible night terror playing the role of a sick hedomasochistic maestro weaving the story to myself of a reality shattering nightmare. Its form had emerged. My head floated in thick pools of restraint, my limbs were thrashing in a box of oily packing penuts. The horror of my reality stood before me in the menacing green glow of the clock, the sickening pace of the second counter, 23, 24, 25, 26, had added a change of light every second. my vision became out of body and behind me. Time was moving so fast.
Its body emerged as a cobra slick with sweat, the helmet had no face nestled in its shiny hard cranial protecting cavity. It seems to not have a face but wrinkled flesh being pulled and strethced from the pounding muscles that throbbed freely yet uniformly beneath the slick taught skin.
As my eyes took in the horror that lay before me i had somehow gotten to my feet. Rising to my full height i began sizing up to the beast before me. As it slowly twitched its way towards me i realized the true height of this monster. Towering above me at a single inch from the ceiling the flexing and throbbing monster dragged itself towards me. As i turned to run into the digital green nothing, my eyes wide as dinner plates i had fixed my gaze on the bottom of this alien impregnator of reality. I had seen a large mound at its base that seemed to stretch and roll like the treads of a flesh covered tank. The movement was so chaotic yet fluid. The shiny helmet with no face jerked violently up and down as the creature tried to pick up speed.
11:59:34 PM
The green message of the clock bit me like a black widow. I was never going to make top 30. everyday fiving my own artistic contribution and giving zeros to lesser developed producers was all to go to waste.
I would go back after midnight to find my song had been giving a painful undeserving 0. Jealousy raged in my body, fire burned through my veins, my ears became hot, my skin filled with hot blood. My muscles swelling, This lightning rush of power, fearlessness and pure disregard for my well being i pivoted on my already racing feet, my heal sank onto the dry wooden floor as if it had formed to provide me with a point for the stored kinetic destruction that raged in my soul.
I shot into the beast with my shoulder. I felt i could break through bricks, that i could chew steel, that i could just will myself to explode upon impact.
We collided, to my surprise the floppy beast had gave to my blow. It midsection had folded in leaving the base and tip suspended in inevitable neck braking whiplash.
I had diverted my fast moving mass past the beast and crashed into the wall behind. As my head hit the wall i suddenly felt a hot oily mass of weight land on my shoulder. The pure mass of this substance had knocked me to my knees as my handled scrambled for purchase. It was too late. I was stuck to the corner of the wall. My flashing limbs were sucked back to me. The bonds of this substance seemed to race all over me with a feeling of living predatorial instinct.
Through the blur of my flashing limbs i caught the bending midsection of the beast, It had bent back like a maplewood bow. Some malevolent pull of slick tendons had bent the monster in half.
It was reaching back to snap back and crush me with its significant power and girth.
The shiny helmet whipped down with impossible speed. i stretch out my arms in a useless attempt tp hold back the impending bone crushing blow i was about to receive. '' i wouldnt even be able to get my arms around it. like those redwood trees that grow on the west coast''
Its crazy. When you feel you are about to die all i could think was an inner monologue... This phrase echoed at great pentameter and intensity in my head such as the mantra of a speeding comet. Time froze....
Karma is a bitch
