*He pulled the small, brown scrap of parchment from the pocket of his trousers. The barely legible scribbles turning him around until he saw a giant redwood with a strange red moss growing on the rough bark of the trunk. He smiled and started a slow trot turning into a jog then escalating into a joyful run.
*Go to where the wood is as life’s liquid and stares down upon all of its kind, and find the spot that shows what is deep within. Find the young bird that will never fly, the missing link never to reach the sky, embraced in a hard cold bed, he will never again see his head, do the opposite of what most people do, shove the treasure away from you. In the center of the day that it is as the night, the pillars point but do not fright, you are safe as long as you don’t travel at night because then - they wont bite.
He stopped at the old tree then pivoted around until he saw a huge slab of granite, its enormity towering above him. Again, he glanced at the scrap of paper. “Well, whatever I’m looking for is up – there,” he said, his face contorting into a grimace. Even the slight sound of his voice caused an echo, bouncing off of the stone and then fading back into silence. A huge chunk of rock broke off from the highest peak of the structure; the mound fell, whistling through the air. It thunked down into the soft ground at his feet. He shook his head admiringly and looked up at the top of the mountain of stone. “You don’t wanna go there, you don’t even wanna read the brochure for that place,” he hollered up at his long time friend and student, Milo, flashing him one of his rare but beautiful smiles.
“Sirian, dude, I’ve been there many a time, it’s my favorite vacation spot! Anyway, come on, get up here!” he yelled back.
“As long as you stop throwing rocks from the tops of mountains.”
“Sure.”
And so Sirian (formerly known as he) started up the side of the mountain.
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As he scrambled over the last rock, a hand reached out and seized his shoulder, dragging him up onto the flat area at the top of the granite mountain. “Milo, you’re supposed to be dead.” Sirian said as he lifted himself to his feet.
“Oh yeah, forgot about that part. The creature I was fighting had an unknown poison it injected into me. It didn’t cause death, just paralysis. It made my heartbeat so slow and my breathing so shallow it looked like I was dead. It fooled the examiners, I guess. They thought I was a goner so they threw me out into the woods to feed the bugs. Well, I woke up a few hours later. Now look what I can do!”
As he said this, flaps of skin seemed to rise up in a flourish and settle down again, over and over, repeating. Every flourish changed him some more. And eventually the flaps stopped. The whole process took about ten seconds, ending, as Milo became a monster, the same beast he had been at the fight. He had blue plates covering his body with a soft looking black skin barely visible between the hard Armor; he was roughly six feet tall and had the slightly crouched posture of a chimpanzee, but looked nothing of the sort. His head was a rough oval shape, looking somewhat like the alien in the Alien movies, although Sirian thought of it as just plain old freaky. He shuddered, the gruesome six-inch long razor sharp claws sending tremors down his spine. <Impressive isn’t it?> said the voice inside his head.
ummmmmm this is the bare beginning of one i started a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ago, its called woods...
Prologue
Somewhere in Oregon, the woods whispered amongst themselves. The whole forest was alight with an iridescent glow. Branches swayed, scattering panic-stricken animals. Even the bears shuddered at the thought of the trees chanting and swaying to the music of nature. An unnatural howling arose out of the heart of the forest; leaves flew past the rivers and lakes, over mountains and rolling hills, under rotting logs and whipped past the fleeing animals, leaving nothing un-touched. Something would change.
Soon…
Chapter 1
Arrival
The small private plane soared merrily along the bright California coastline. Its 10 kids and 2 councilors headed towards “The Middle of Nowhere,” Oregon, a sports camp and summer care program. Mike and Laurana sat together on the plane, bored as heck; they had already played 20 questions, guess the card, red card blue card and all of the other games they could think of in that deathly boring 4 hours from Los Angeles to “The Middle of Nowhere.”
“Are we there yet?” Laurana asked for the seventh time.
“No,” Mike answered.
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No!” Mike said with a hint of fire in his eyes. That is what Mike does; he stares at you until you do what he says.
“Huurrrrrmmmm!” came the muffled cry from the kid next to them, “shut up I’m trying to sleep,” he mumbled.
“Sorry Pete, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Laurana sulked; disappointed that Mike wasn’t paying any attention to her.
“Oooh, little petey boy was taking a cat nap, I bet he needs his beauty sleep!” Jako said, his silver daddy ‘o cool glasses resting on his nose like agent Smith’s. This was followed bye a gale of laughter from the other kids on the plane.
All the while Mike stared out the window, seemingly mesmerized by the trees and nature. His eyes blank he softly stated, “Something is coming, I know it is, something huge. Unstoppable.” no one heard him, yet as he said this the trees outside and far below rippled, like when you drop a pebble into water, concentric circles emerging, then fading back into stillness…
“ we’re here kids,”
The snake slithers between the reeds sensing the heat emitted by the water rat, it twitches. Water ripples along the surface cascading over and around the snake’s body, flooding its senses with vibrations numbing it to all of the other sounds around it. It saw potential prey. The snake slithers between the reeds.
this one i did when i was 5 or so, its skrewd
+HOW I DIED+
By LARA GARRISON
Based On A True Story
I was in a park playing with some kids. Me, 21 year old Yvotsky Kyle, jet black hair green eyes an Irishman, your typical pro snowboarder guy. Won 27 medals, 15 of them first place in world championships the official Tony Hawk of snowboarding.
So anyways I was at the park, but everything was fuzzy wavy like I was looking through a pool of water at it. I wonder where I am now I mumble. Hmmm, I guess I’m in Alaska – Hmmm, there’s a polar bear…….A POLAR BEAR! It was looking right at me, standing up on its hind legs, roaring at me. It started to charge and when it was a couple of feet away from me … BLIP!
Uugh! It was hot – smoldering hot. And everything was white and yellow. Bits of green every once in a while. It was already fuzzy, but then it became more so and faded away into blackness. I yawned, sat up, and sleepily said to myself, “Darn, it was a dream.” I heard a phom-phom, phom-phom, phom-phom... like a heartbeat... Phom-phom, phom-phom. I rubbed my eyes and once again yawned.
I noticed I was thirsty, so I got up, unlocked the door, unlatched it and opened it. It was really weird, there was this green glow coming from somewhere. My eyes were still used to that block nothingness of sleep but I could definitely tell that the refrigerator door was opening and closing (my fridge is low and opens from the top) like that chilling heartbeat: Phom-phom, phom-phom, phom-phom.
I walked over to the fridge door and opened it up all the way and a purple mist surrounded me. A brown/grey bony finger stuck out of the mist coming from the fridge. It had warts all over it, and the nail was at least an inch long. Slowly, it started to rise up until the finger turned into a hand, the hand turned into an arm, the arm turned into a shoulder. Then the thick oily black hair came out. Then I saw where the glow was emanating from. First it was like twin headlights a couple of feet away in a blizzard. And then they came fully out. The eyes were green, and then they would go to red and blue. It seemed their home color was Red. The rest of it came out. It was all olive green with lumps and warts. Everything was long and skinny. It seemed like it hadn’t eaten in a very long time. It was definitely not alive, much less human. It was draped in black rags, not really clothes, but uncut fabric from a really cheap fabric store. Or it came out of someone’s garage. It started to walk towards me and whispered in a raspy voice, “Why are you here? You’ve invaded my lair!” “This was not a situation I’ve ever been in before!!!” I thought to myself. So I turned around, ran towards my room, slammed the door and locked it as fast as I could. And then I went looking in my closet for something I could beat or kill it with – if it could be killed! I managed to find a crowbar, which I then took over to the door. Standing back a good ten feet, mind you! It opened the door. I don’t know how, but it did. I had a feeling it could have just walked right through that wimpy inch thick piece o’ wood if it wanted to. And it breathed on me. I don’t know what it was, but it smelled like burned toast and sardines if you leave them out overnight. My head started to feel light and I fell over. My departing words were, “I’ll meet you somewhere – wherever you live, wherever you die. You’ll regret this!” I blacked out.
Sincerely – Yvotsky Kyle
Originally posted by Solo
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