Monday, April 25, 2011

The Passenger- Part 2



Deloris grabbed the wheel without hesitation, as if the hairy thing’s command possessed her limbs and controlled her motions. Her ears rang again louder than before. It occurred to her even through the distracting pain that the ringing in her ears might be caused by her passenger’s voice. She drove just as she was instructed.

“Take a left here, Deloris.”

Deloris did as she was told, ears ringing. Despite the fact that there was no road to turn onto, no thought of protest entered her mind. She turned her wheel to the left, hard, entering a dark clearing in the forest she’d been driving through for over an hour. She drove until the road was no longer visible in her rearview mirror. Not that she could have looked in the mirror if she wanted to.

“Stop the car, Deloris.”

The thing opened the back door of the car and exited. It walked past Deloris and past the hood of the car for about 40 feet and stopped. Deloris’ headlights lit the path. Deloris could feel the tears that had been welling up in her eyes begin to overflow and fall down her cheeks. She was paralyzed. Not just her body; she couldn’t move her mind forward. She couldn’t think about an escape. She sat in stasis.

The hairy giant kneeled in the grass before a brownish mass lying on the ground. The monster stood up, the mass now draped in its arms. Turning its head to the sky and opening its mouth wide it began to scream. Deloris briefly noted the anguish in the sound of this cry as the sound drowned out all thought, all noise, all sight. Black.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Passenger



"You know why I'm here, Deloris."

Her ears were ringing so loud she almost didn't notice the foul odor creeping up from the back seat. Before she could completely conceive of what she was smelling she began to retch so hard she didn't notice her car veering over the yellow line. Both hands had left the wheel and were grasping blindly for the window crank. Deloris lowered the window sticking her face out in desperation. The cool night air blew in cleansing away the stench and bringing Deloris back to her senses. She had only a second to mentally curse her old buick and it's ancient turn style windows when she realized her hands were no longer steering the car. She froze in realization that the road still moved steadily underneath her car. As she slowly pulled her head back in the window she felt something warm brush the back of her neck. Deloris flinched, quickly turning around. What she saw incited a panic in her that left her paralyzed, putting together the moment's events. One long, thick, fur covered arm was reaching from the back seat. The arm,clearly attached to the source of the stench, was resting lightly over her shoulder. She followed the huge appendage with her eyes all the way to its end, where a proportionately gigantic hair covered hand grasped the steering wheel, directing the car. Deloris's eyes followed the arm back to its source. The fear she'd felt a moment ago was nothing compared to the new definition of terror that replaced it.

"Sa..sasasa..s..sas...." Deloris stuttered.

"Drive the car, Deloris."

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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Forever yours, Ophelia

There is no heart. The heart is a mirage. She whispers lies. She promises oasis and fills your thirsty mouth with sand. She beats you and you ignore her. She pauses and you listen. Like a shadow at the corner of your eye. To hear her is to harbor delusion. To hold her is certain death. I tell you there is no heart! At least none of any consequence.
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