- The lights flickered, and I saw it, for once, the first time, I saw my own death, watching it like reels in a movie, I stood there, motionless, as much as I could, not that moving was an option, awestruck, froze, petrified out of my entirity of mind I thought I had. Finding that disgusting sting of vile creeping up my throat, I shut my eyes, pretend it all goes away, it's not real, go away, pretend your not here, somewhere else, somewhere else, somewhere calm and far away, somewhere far...distances into a snowy wasteland and I see the closets thing to an illusion of fear without losing connection to your brain, no epilepsy required, a polar bear stood before me in silence and tranquility. It stepped forward and put its claw on my shoe, oh god, the trembling again, the worst thing to accompany cold and fear, this is a bad idea, I whisked my eyes open again, the flicker of that dang light entering my retina first thing, bothersome. A bead of sweat slid down the lining of my face, the light reflected and beamed off a twinkle. Panic, heart race, sweaty palms, nails digging into my hand from the tense grip, indents created, of course, paralyzed legs, move darnit! I could run, I could, just run, get out easy, yeah...but, I can't, I'm too paralyzed! Happy place, Happy place...back to the bear again?...Um, maybe if I let him smell my hand he won't maul me, or worse, he'll definitly maul me, and take my hand as his first course...all well, try it anyway, it beats everything else. Gentle now, don't startle him, lest he eat me. My fingers went under his black-brown moist nose, he took a few wiffs and grunted, I must stink to him, he took a few more sniffs and seemed O.K. with me, but I still was fearing he'll eat my fingers, he opened his mouth, oh god, this is it, I whinced, I don't want to see...huh? He's licking my hand? Great, he's getting a taste for me. I relaxed my tense muscles and went to pat his head, he accepted it and sat down with a thump, grunting and making general bear noises. I walked closer and he reached his paw out to me, I reached my hand out and he placed the padding on my palm, I had the urge to shut my eyes, they shut like when your tired, Zen-like really, I think I went into a metitative state, oh no, am I dying? Did I lose reality too much? Open your eyes fool! Wait, what is this? These aren't my eyes...why do i feel all...fluffy...my hands are, bear hands, crap I'm the polar bear!
- by Fayth Smiggle |
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- | Submitted on 02/12/2009 |
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- Title: Untitled
- Artist: Fayth Smiggle
- Description: I wrote this one day in my Literary Magazine class, 'cause we needed to submit stories and so i wrote one lol. Anywho, enjoy, comments are welcome. Also, it's a bit stream of conscience like cause i really was trying to put it in the point of view of the person talking to himself in his head, so the truck load of commas comes from that root, sorry if it bugs anyone. Also, when he talks about 'your' or any of the words implying another person, he's just talking about himself. Enjoy.
- Date: 02/12/2009
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Luffypirate - 07/24/2009
- Holy Cheezus Christ, Batman, run on sentences are very long, as they tend to run on, when you could have shortened the length of the sentences by using more periods, like girls do (Ok, maybe they don't USE periods, per se, but you get it [hopefully]), and slack off on the commas, like, really. Besides that, though, interesting read. Just, yeah, run on sentences can be annoying... to me they are, at least.
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- Fayth Smiggle - 02/16/2009
- Thank you, but I actually did mean vile, cause it's vile when it comes up your throat ya know?
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- Archdruid Bramimond - 02/16/2009
- I like it, although the ending is sorta weird. And when you said vile, I think you meant bile. smile I like it though.
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