Post by Firechild on Aug 16, 2009 23:58:30 GMT -4
Whoever can come up with a good title gets a Karma cookie.
Anyway, this is just something I wrote in my workshop last week.
The shadow of the night echoes across the mountain range as the stars breach the endless darkness in the sky. As I gaze at them, trying so fruitlessly to fathom their infinite depths, I wonder just how I was sucked in to this.
My day started like any other, I was out in the woods, I had camped with my friend who was still sleeping. I went down to the bank of the stream that was not far away from our campsite to splash my face. The water was cool and refreshing, feeling pleasant on my hot skin. The summer air was warm and humid, the moisture density seemingly palpable in the air. I stare at my reflection in the water, taking in the surprisingly vivid details of my face and neck. The surface was flat, almost like glass. It took me several minutes to realize that the stream wasn’t actually running. I started and got up taking a few steps back to observe the water from a distance. “What…the…” the water seemed to react to my voice as it began churning in on itself, causing it to bubble and froth as it whipped in to a whirlpool.
I turned and ran back to the campsite, dashing into the tent me and Jack were sharing. “Wake up ya lazy piece of crap, we need to go. The stream is doing something weird.” Jack grumbled as I tried to shake him awake, turning over in his sleeping back to face the wall of the tent instead of me. I gave him a soft kick in the side, not enough to hurt him but just enough to get him to look at me.
“Whadduya wan’?” He said groggily as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“I told you, there is something wrong about that stream…It’s…” before I could say anything else, something cold and wet wrapped around my middle and yanked me from the tent, lifting my high in the air above the trees so I was staring down into the clearing and at the river which I saw had grown a...tendril. That said tendril was wrapped around my middle. I looked down at it and saw flecks of dirt flowing through the otherwise clear water. Out of the corner of my eye as I was focusing on the tendril as it just held me there, not doing any more, a second arced up into the air and dove back into the tent, grabbing a flailing Jack and raising him into the air as well.
“Damn it! Get off of me! Let me go!” I yelled in anger, not fright which surprised me. Again, as if reacting to my voice, it began retracting swiftly, causing me to lose the contents of my stomach from the night before. Yeah, I had WAY to much to drink last night. I must be dreaming or… I groan as I gaze at the sick splashing on the leaves below me as they whizzed by, a blur of yellows, reds, and browns. The next thing I knew, I was plunged into icy water, surrounded by darkness as my senses began to fade. The last thing I saw was Jack following me, breaching the surface of the water, nearly a dozen feet above me…which was of course impossible! Before I could think of why it was so deep, I blacked out, losing consciousness.
I awoke to a burst of pink and gold in the sky, I groaned as I rolled onto my front. I was lying in a bed of moss, a very LARGE bed of moss. I push up and observe my surroundings, I was near the edge of a cliff, with Jack not too far away from me. As I was trying to figure out how we got here, the memories of this morning came flooding back. “Oh dear lord…what the fuck is going on here?” I mutter under my breath as I get up. My clothes were still pretty damp, but I wasn’t completely drenched anymore. A warm wind blew over the ledge, rustling my hair softly as I stretch backwards trying to get the stiffness from my ordeal out of my back and shoulders.
“Okay Ian, think about this rationally. You were camping with Jack…you went down to the water…big ass water tentacle rips you from the ground, and pulls you into the unnaturally deep stream…Oh yeah, that’s REALLY rational…” I groan in exasperation repeating over and over. “What the fuck is going on here?” several times until I hear a groan of discomfort behind me. I turn around and watch as Jack pushes himself into an upright position.
“Where…what…how?” Jack blinked several times before jumping to his feet and shouting loud enough to wake the dead. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Rolling my eyes I walk over to him and shake his shoulders roughly. “Get a hold of yourself man…I asked the same question. We’re on top of some kind of cliff, but I’ve never seen one so high. Hell, there are clouds below us. I can’t even see the bottom.”
“What exactly happened anyway?” Jack asked as if I had all the answers.
“No idea…one minute we’re camping the next we’re getting tentacle raped, and now we’re here.”
“Well…what do we do now?” Again with the moronic questions, could he be any stupider?
“Not much I’m afraid, unless you know how to fly, or can survive a god knows how long of a fall, we’re stuck.” I swing my legs over the cliff side as I sit down, letting my legs dangle. Heights had never been a problem for me, so I had no issues with it. It also helped that I was too distracted by the day’s events to care. “All we can really do is wait…Hopefully whatever that…thing was will come back and explain why it decided to practically drown us, before tossing us out here in the middle of the sky, with no way down. I mean, look at these rock walls, they’re smooth as marble. No way in hell are we going to climb down. Even if there WERE handhelds, we have no idea how far down the bottom is so for all we know we would be climbing for days, even weeks.”
“So basically…we’re stuck.” Jack said with a sigh of exasperation as he sat down next to me, gazing up at the retreating sun.
“Pretty much.”
Anyway, this is just something I wrote in my workshop last week.
The shadow of the night echoes across the mountain range as the stars breach the endless darkness in the sky. As I gaze at them, trying so fruitlessly to fathom their infinite depths, I wonder just how I was sucked in to this.
My day started like any other, I was out in the woods, I had camped with my friend who was still sleeping. I went down to the bank of the stream that was not far away from our campsite to splash my face. The water was cool and refreshing, feeling pleasant on my hot skin. The summer air was warm and humid, the moisture density seemingly palpable in the air. I stare at my reflection in the water, taking in the surprisingly vivid details of my face and neck. The surface was flat, almost like glass. It took me several minutes to realize that the stream wasn’t actually running. I started and got up taking a few steps back to observe the water from a distance. “What…the…” the water seemed to react to my voice as it began churning in on itself, causing it to bubble and froth as it whipped in to a whirlpool.
I turned and ran back to the campsite, dashing into the tent me and Jack were sharing. “Wake up ya lazy piece of crap, we need to go. The stream is doing something weird.” Jack grumbled as I tried to shake him awake, turning over in his sleeping back to face the wall of the tent instead of me. I gave him a soft kick in the side, not enough to hurt him but just enough to get him to look at me.
“Whadduya wan’?” He said groggily as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“I told you, there is something wrong about that stream…It’s…” before I could say anything else, something cold and wet wrapped around my middle and yanked me from the tent, lifting my high in the air above the trees so I was staring down into the clearing and at the river which I saw had grown a...tendril. That said tendril was wrapped around my middle. I looked down at it and saw flecks of dirt flowing through the otherwise clear water. Out of the corner of my eye as I was focusing on the tendril as it just held me there, not doing any more, a second arced up into the air and dove back into the tent, grabbing a flailing Jack and raising him into the air as well.
“Damn it! Get off of me! Let me go!” I yelled in anger, not fright which surprised me. Again, as if reacting to my voice, it began retracting swiftly, causing me to lose the contents of my stomach from the night before. Yeah, I had WAY to much to drink last night. I must be dreaming or… I groan as I gaze at the sick splashing on the leaves below me as they whizzed by, a blur of yellows, reds, and browns. The next thing I knew, I was plunged into icy water, surrounded by darkness as my senses began to fade. The last thing I saw was Jack following me, breaching the surface of the water, nearly a dozen feet above me…which was of course impossible! Before I could think of why it was so deep, I blacked out, losing consciousness.
I awoke to a burst of pink and gold in the sky, I groaned as I rolled onto my front. I was lying in a bed of moss, a very LARGE bed of moss. I push up and observe my surroundings, I was near the edge of a cliff, with Jack not too far away from me. As I was trying to figure out how we got here, the memories of this morning came flooding back. “Oh dear lord…what the fuck is going on here?” I mutter under my breath as I get up. My clothes were still pretty damp, but I wasn’t completely drenched anymore. A warm wind blew over the ledge, rustling my hair softly as I stretch backwards trying to get the stiffness from my ordeal out of my back and shoulders.
“Okay Ian, think about this rationally. You were camping with Jack…you went down to the water…big ass water tentacle rips you from the ground, and pulls you into the unnaturally deep stream…Oh yeah, that’s REALLY rational…” I groan in exasperation repeating over and over. “What the fuck is going on here?” several times until I hear a groan of discomfort behind me. I turn around and watch as Jack pushes himself into an upright position.
“Where…what…how?” Jack blinked several times before jumping to his feet and shouting loud enough to wake the dead. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Rolling my eyes I walk over to him and shake his shoulders roughly. “Get a hold of yourself man…I asked the same question. We’re on top of some kind of cliff, but I’ve never seen one so high. Hell, there are clouds below us. I can’t even see the bottom.”
“What exactly happened anyway?” Jack asked as if I had all the answers.
“No idea…one minute we’re camping the next we’re getting tentacle raped, and now we’re here.”
“Well…what do we do now?” Again with the moronic questions, could he be any stupider?
“Not much I’m afraid, unless you know how to fly, or can survive a god knows how long of a fall, we’re stuck.” I swing my legs over the cliff side as I sit down, letting my legs dangle. Heights had never been a problem for me, so I had no issues with it. It also helped that I was too distracted by the day’s events to care. “All we can really do is wait…Hopefully whatever that…thing was will come back and explain why it decided to practically drown us, before tossing us out here in the middle of the sky, with no way down. I mean, look at these rock walls, they’re smooth as marble. No way in hell are we going to climb down. Even if there WERE handhelds, we have no idea how far down the bottom is so for all we know we would be climbing for days, even weeks.”
“So basically…we’re stuck.” Jack said with a sigh of exasperation as he sat down next to me, gazing up at the retreating sun.
“Pretty much.”