“Can you smell that?” Lana whispered through gritted teeth. Her nose pinched in disgust. The air was thick with the sharp smell of decay. Darkness clung to the corners of the room as the light from the open door behind her pushed its way in. Another forgotten place that was left in a panic by some person or other. “Help me look for something that hasn’t rotted into uselessness”
John crept through the door behind her, fighting the urge to gag. His eyes quickly scanned the large open room, his fear creating dark figures hiding within the shadowed high arched ceiling. “I don’t like this place” He said in hushed tones. He hoped Lana didn’t notice the shaking in his voice. He never had the stomach for these raids. He was content leaving the brave work for brave people.
“Shut it John, I can’t baby you forever. You need to learn to fend for yourself” Said Lana. “You look in their” Her hand barely visible in the darkness, was pointed at the door on the far end of the room, “Ill check to see what that stench is coming from” as she walked up the spiral stairs that clung to the right wall. John groaned at the prospect of being alone but at least he wouldn’t have to be witness to the source of that odor. He lifted his shirt above his nose to filter out the smell with little effect. His hand still clutching the frame of the front door, he stepped forward until he couldn’t stretch his arm any further and let go.
“Lana. is it safe? Lana!” He whispered as loud as he dared, half crouching in the middle of the room. Nothing but his own heart pounding in his ear answered back. He couldn’t let her down again so he choked down his fear and crept towards the far side of the room careful to avoid anything that might creek or crack. As he got closer he saw the door was open a crack. It took every ounce of courage to push the it open wide enough for him to peer through. The wall of black in front of him was slowly cut by the long lance of light from the front door. His eyes slowly traced the room from left to right for any sign of those things, the ones that left him with nightmares every night since the calamity. The ones no one dared to name in the desperate hope that hey ceased to exist. Satisfied that he was in the clear, he pushed the door fully open and walked through.
He could see that the room was once a study. A small bookshelf stood untouched against the left wall. Books were the last thing anyone thought to save when the panic struck. It was a small pleasure of john’s to read as often as he could. Happiness was sparse these days and slipping into a fantasy land was the escape he desperately needed. He took a few more steps in, excited to see what stories he would read tonight, when he noticed the high top armchair on the far end. He chocked on this scream, his throat closed in terror. A limp hand hung off the arm rest, pale and rotted. His legs were like lead, he turned to run but his body was shutting down on him. ‘Oh god not now, please not now’ Is all he could think as his vision fogged. His legs weakened and betrayed him. He went crashing to the floor as he heard footsteps racing through the door he had so desperately tried to reach. Blackness took him as he cried out her name, “Lana”.
Garrish and long of face. He stands a head above most with broad shoulders. His body is a story without words. Ragged scars pinched together with crude metal stitching run lines down his arms and chest. The worst of them extending from his right shoulder down to his naval. His life was never one of joy. A word he never really understood. Desperation was his bed time story. Cold and fear gripped him for many years. It wasn’t until he became a man grown, that he saw his value. A latent talent for fusing metal and sinew, he could keep himself together, even improve upon gods work. Never was a god fearing man but he thought it sounded right anyways. Many called him a freak. He found refuge in the home of rats and lower men. There was no place for him to call his. Never even had a name. Closest to it was a man called him “boy” once. Others, just exchanged looks of disgust. It seemed like a miracle when Garron took him on as an apprentice blacksmith. So many years being a rat king and he was taken in by this man. The work was hard but he had a warm place to lay his head. The old blacksmith pitted him in the fight rings for money, but the boy was strong. He could always replace the scraps with metal. It felt right, searing metal cooled quickly against his skin and he felt stronger from it. There were rumours among the finer folk about a rising power. The boy felt a calling to find the source of the dark traveler. It wasn’t long before he turned his eyes towards the horizon.
It’s falling to pieces. Decay and rot burned into my nostrils, erasing any sense of what it used to be. Nothing natural can be born here, it’s too far gone. When they made this place, in the beginning I mean, do you think they imagined what it would become? Their dreams so grand, their expectations so high. I hardly imagine they thought they were anything less than gods.
This place is a terrible void now. Can’t you feel the pressure on your chest? It’s that sense of dread, that something beautiful once lived here. It’s that knowledge that they made so many mistakes, so many terrible choices. How could it have come to this, this place we no longer speak of, that pulls me back again and again.
The elders whisper warnings in our ears, that we are to pretend their mistakes never happened. I can see their sins, they are driven deep into my soul. I will whisper their secrets until they are a roaring scream if I must. I won’t believe all beauty is gone from this world.
The wall casts a bright glow. It’s a theater screen in a small room with two lounge chairs set in front of it. Nothing but silent snow can be seen. A silhouette blocks the snowy screen from my vision. A presence is accompanied by the silhouette. Muffling deafening silence. There is nothing but the dark shape and the absence of sound. I fall to the ground from my chair. The carpet is soft but the silence disturbs me. I can no longer see the silent figure but I know he’s still there. There is something wrong, this can’t be real. I remember my lessons. A quick pinch reminds me that pain is absent in the dreamscape and I am pulled from the room.
We all think we’re twisted, disturbed, different. It’s incredible the lies we tell ourselves behind those thick walls built up over years of social interaction.
Funny how that word is used, ‘social’, how it means to excel in the world of the pretender. Closed to the world behind jagged gates of pearly teeth and tawt skinned smiles. The tilt of the head and the fluttering of eyelashes, the curt nods and firm handshakes.
We are all so terrified of opening the flood gates of dark secrets and dirty lies that we forget that we belong to a species. We are aliens among the drones, every one of us.
How incredibly hypocritical and conceded it all is. We cry out to be treated like people and act like robots. I see the wound but can’t seal it. It pulses with blood but I never once try to staunch the wound. I am a slave to my own inhibitions. My dark secrets, so childish in the eyes of the world but so haunting to me.
but how could I ever tell anyone? I am an alien among the drones.
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Nan says it’s the march of the giants, Off to fight their endless war. She says the trees whisper gossip in her ear of them, and other things.
Silly old nan mother calls her. Says the trees whispers are not for our ears. There stories are carried on the wind, always south they go.
I close my eyes sometimes and listen real hard for the secrets the leaves hold. Nan laughs at my eavesdropping, her low rolling laughter like the groaning of old trees. She says their secrets are for her.
One day I will here their gossip and know the secrets of the forest.
Grey sky draped over miles with no end, but not in a bad way
Like a soft blanket descending after a violent shake
I wait for the inevitable soft touch that will bring warmth and safety
It’s 2am and I am deliriously tired, but I feel like sharing a thought.
Knowledge is absolutely nothing, without the ability to see beyond the words and understand what it truly is.
Forest through the trees.
Hurp de durp
One day in the bright green forests of elderon, a young majestic deer pranced up to a pool of clear cold water. As he leaned his head down to fill his mouth with the life giving liquid, he heard a rustling in the bushes. the deer looked up to see a even more majestic moose in the distance, his antlers so large that they held entire nests of golden eagles. I saw a video of golden eagles throwing goats off of a cliff once and thought that was insane, therefore these eagles are the coolest birds on the planet. The deer did not think much of the super majestic moose in the distance and went back to drinking from the cold pool. That was his last mistake. as he gulped down a large mouthful of ice cold water, the moose charged at the speed of light and round housed kicked the deer right in the face. The impact was so massiv that the deer careened into the lake, skipping along the surface for like 30 feet. This shit was crazy and all the animals ran for deer life at the meer site of the moose. see what i did there!? the moose’s blood lust was not satisfied at the meer round house kicking of a deer so he moved on to find other unsuspecting prey.
chapter 2: the moose does some more shit
10 minutes later, as the golden eagles nesting in the moose’s antlers fucked up some goats on a nearby cliff, the majestic super animal spotted a new challenger. It was a massive three headed troll from that movie troll hunter. it was sniffing around looking for christian blood or some shit, not realizing that it was in the sights of the most majestic fucking animal on the planet. The moose tensed it’s super majestic muscles in preparation for its light speed dash. followed by a dive bomb right into thr trolls stomach, when it remembered how gross and smelly trolls are. It then pulled out a not quite so majestic bazooka, mcguivered out of the deers body that he had fished out of the lake earlier. He took aim and shot a heat seeking missile directly at the trolls face (middle one). the missile struck him right inbetween the eyes and he exploded all over the place. Teach that fucker to get in the way of the majestic moose of the great white north.
Chapter 3: the moose does some patriotic shit to tie him into the making of canada
The moose had quenched his thirst for blood, being the ultimate majestic animal that he was. He decided that he was gonna make Canada even more awesome than it already is which is pretty hard because Canada is like majesticly awesome. He set off on an adventure to find more lesser majestic moose to create a nation of the most majestic things on earth. Being the most amazing animal on the planet, all the other moose could sense his need for them and came as quickly as their majestic legs would carry them, which is like 20 seconds because they are just that awesome.
The leader moose which we will call King majestic, then gave the most epic speech of all time. It was like if you combined the speech from the president in independence day and the speech that aragon gave at the battle of mordor in return o the king. All the other moose were so moed by his speech that they went out across the land and bettered the people with their majestic noble stance and giant super antlers.
Chapter 4 i think?: the golden eagles pull a mother fucking m night shamalan twist
As the moose kingdom reigned in peace and prosperity, the golden eagles became less useful. the goats of tyhe land had become scarce and king majestic decided that he was epic enough and didnt need golden eagles perchin in his super massive antlers. the golden eagles began to plot their return to power. Some wanted to create a goat on cliff epidemic which would make the golden eagles the mose useful thing on the planet, while others wanted to poison king majestic in the hopes that the people would be demoralized and scatter to the reaches of the planet of Canada (Canada wasnt big enough so they made the entire planet canada) The eagles finally decided that they would take a break from picking up small helpless animals and thowing them off cliffs and instead attempt to pick up the incredibly majestic moose that ruled the land and throw them into volcanoes because everyone knows that moose can not be killed unless they are melted in lava. The war was long and gruesome. being so majestic and having such massive antlers, it was hard for the moose army to fight the birds in the sky. The eagles had been slowly demoralizing and diminishing the moose population through quick brutal attacks just like the germans in world war 2 which they learned through studying the eagles battle strategies as they hadn’t been born at the time.
Chapter 5: the moose population gets shit done… or do they? yeah they do
the war was going badly for the moose. they didn’t have the ability to fly because of their extremely majestic antlers being so massive and all, and they had hooves so it was kind of hard to fight the eagles. the moose scientist worked tirelessly for months trying to find a solution to their naturally majestic flaws. Finally, on the brink of destruction they found a solution.
chapter 6 :holy fuck i’ve been typing for a long time
One cold autumn morning, the moose council gathered to distribute the glowing red liquid that was their solution. the soldiers llined the walls, all nervous with antici[ation. after another veen more epic speech than last time which was like if melg gibson in that scottish movie or whatever combined with that dude off the movie “the network” that was all like i AM MAD AS HELL AND IM NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANY MORE. After like 3 days of cheering, the soldiers drank their vial of red glowing liquid. The affect was immediate and dramatic. The moose soldiers wirther on the floor, seemingly close to death when a lone soldier stood up. He had been magically transformed into a pale fleshy two legged creature that the scientis called a human. Soon after all the other soldiers stood up and had been transformed into this new species of creatures. With their opposable thumbs and lack of majestic antlers, they defeated the evil golden eagle army and returned Canada to it’s rightful place and the center of the universe. Because of the reduction of population from the war, they had to revert back to the origninal Canada, which they did happily as they could continue living in the best place on earth.