Other · February 2nd, 2011 03:24 · 2 comments
Suddenly he fell asleep. It wasn't an ordinary sleep. It was the kind of sleep that slowly sneaks up on you, and suddenly strikes.
He hadn't slept like this for ages. He had spent a lot of dark, lonely hours questioning everything from how he was going to get his hands on some money to where the name of the street he lived in originated.
Soon the REM phase started kicking in and he had surreal visions. Visions that would change his life in ways he wouldn't foresee as soon as he woke up.
He was locked in a cell, how he got there was a mystery. All sorts of people we're walking past his cell and other were grouped together talking although he couldn't make out what they talked about.
Suddenly the cell door was opened and the girl he secretly had a crush on in his waking life entered. Just as abruptly as the door had opened it closed.
He noticed something strange about her. The air surrounding her had this eerie glow. Or better said, an absence of glow. It seemed as if all the light that came near her was sucked in to never return.
She sat down in a corner, ignoring him. He went up to her, asked her what she was doing in here but she didn't answer. It was almost as if she couldn't see or hear him.
After a while he gave up and returned to look outside the cell. All the people were frozen. He heard a clock ticking in the distance.
He started to sweat profoundly and became scared. He jumped as he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Look," she said, "I took one of these" and she handed him a small medicine bottle with one pill in it. He held the bottle up to his face and looked at it.
He got up on the bed and called for a guard. It didn't take long before someone came. "What is it?" he asked. "My cellmate has taken a pill like this one" he mumbled as he reached over the wall to give the guard the bottle. "We'll take care of it" the guard replied. His eyes followed the guard as he walked away.
From the corner of his eyes he saw something and uttered "How...?"
The girl, for which his heart bled quietly, was walking past the cell to the left. He got off the bed and looked at the right side wall. It had been lifted and pushed aside, creating an opening, from which she must've escaped the cell.
He yelled at the guards.
As she walked further down the hall the guards swarmed around her from every direction. They divided into 5 groups and produced these concrete walls they used to box her in. One group put a wall on top, functioning as the ceiling. After that they bolted each wall shut so she couldn't escape.
As he turned of the alarmclock he grabbed a ciggarette and quietly smoked it in his bed, wondering what the hell this dream was supposed to mean.
Tags: dream · short story · surreal
Other · September 26th, 2010 21:44
He turned on the tv as he poured himself a double scotch on the rocks. The recent drug killing spree was all over the news. He sighed as he switched the channel to something a bit more entertaining. Something he didn't have to think about and something that would take his mind of his work.
Jack Greener had been a detective for 30 years now, but he'd never gotten used to the drama this job brought with it. He found the only thing that helped him to keep on going was the alcohol.
Suddenly his phone rang. A mellow and subtle woman's voice was on the other end. "Am I talking to detective Greener?" she asked.
Jack rubbed his eyes and forehead before sighing again and answering affirmitive. "This is him, what can I do for you, Miss...?"
"My name is Winters, Jessica Winters. As soon as I heard that BeeBee had been murdered, I knew I had to call you." BeeBee was a nickname of Joseph Grimbleby, one of the mobs middle management members who had been recently killed. Greener had just come from the crime scene. "And why exactly did you have to call me?" Greener wondered out loud. "Beebee told me that if he got killed I'd have to give you an envelope. He told me to give it to you and noone else." He sighed "Fine, where would you like to meet?" "Do you know the Lost Gods bar on 5th Avenue?" "Yeah I know it, I'll be there in about 10 minutes."
After he'd hung up he went to the bathroom and splashed his face with some cold water. "I have a feeling this is gonna be a long night."
When he arrived at the bar he saw a cop car outside, while a new guy was rolling out the yellow tape. "Hey new guy, what happened here?" "Wow you got here fast sir, I think it was another mob hit. And my name is Springer, by the way." "That's just great" Greener shook his head as he passed under the yellow tape.
Inside he found a woman on the floor, pierced by bullets, lying in a pool of blood. He glanced around the room and got out his latex gloves. He picked up some bullet casings and bagged them when Neffski and Kurts walked in. "What the hell are you doing here, Greener?!" Kurts yelled. "Calm down, Mr. Pristine, I just happened to be in the neighbourhood. I thought I'd check it out." "And I'm supposed to believe that," Kurts scoffed as he turned around at Neffski, "Call forensics, tell them to get their asses over here, now!" Greener spotted an envelope and while Kurts was busy barking at his partner he slipped it in his pocket swiftly.
Kurts was the kind of cop who did everything by the book and just rubbed him the wrong way. Ever since he joined the force 11 years ago Greener and him had been having trouble. If Greener had any chance of complicating his case he'd take it.
As Greener tried to leave Kurts stopped him. "Now, why don't you just tell me what you're really doing here, Greener?" "Why don't you take your pistol out of your butt and do some real work?" Kurts took a swing at him, but he dodged it with ease causing him to punch a wall. "Make sure your girlfriend Neffski puts some ice on that honeybun!" Greener grinned as he left. On the way out he handed Neffski the bagged bullet casings.
After a quick phonecall Greener decided to stop by his usual licquor store to pick up a bottle of scotch. As he entered the store he heard a yell from the back; "I'll be right with ya, and don't ya dare try to steal anything sonny, I'm packing!!!" Greener laughed, "Don't worry about me, Fieldy, I won't steal a thing." "Aaaaah, if it isn't detective Greener! You come in here way too often, you know that?" "That's no way to talk to your best client" Greener chuckled. "For your information, I have people that buy a lot more than you, thank ya very much!" "I said best, not most buying, Fieldy. I'll have a bottle of the usual."
Fieldy handed him the bottle, took the cash and said "Now get outta here before I change my mind and decide that ya did steal something!" "You have a nice day too Fieldy" Greener sneered as he left for home.
Tags: detective · mob · short story
Other · September 21st, 2010 19:07 · 1 comment
Ken was in the fields again. A sight he knew all too well. As the wind swept through the trees' branches he saw her in the distance. She smiled at him again as she usually did.
She stopped walking to smile at him even more. As he walked toward her the wind got a bit stronger, until he fell again. He kept falling and as he fell, it became darker and darker.
All of a sudden he stopped falling and he was in the same place he always ended up in. The stables were in the distance and he could barely make out the village lights in the back.
Soon the sound of the crazed horses would start but it was all quiet right now.
First there was the faint sound of shattering glass and then the flames would spit out the top of the roof. The horses started screaming.
Inevitably he proceeded towards the stables doors. As he opened them he saw the eyes of the hysterical horses, bulging out of their sockets, all the while kicking against the doors, desperate to get away from the scorching flames.
He tried to free the poor animals but whatever he tried, he could not open a single door. The laughing started behind him. He turned around quickly, only to see her smiling face again, looking at him in a most loving manner. He was disgusted by the sight.
The roof started to creak and he knew if he didn't get out soon, he would be smashed under the burning roof. So he turned around and started to run.
But she didn't. She started to leisurely stroll into the stables. He screamed at her, told her to get out, if she wanted to survive. But she didn't listen. Every time he had the hope that she would listen this time, and every time she didn't heed his desperate words.
He barely got out of the burning building or it collapsed, sparks flying everywhere, smoke pouring out into the dark sky, the overflowing clouds in the sky illuminated by the bulging flames.
Soon it would start all over again. It had been all this while and he dreaded it. He stopped counting at 50 something. He had no idea how many times he would have to endure the terrible visions again and again. There was just no escape.
He tried to alter his actions, but to no use. Whatever he tried, the same outcome would emerge, untill he just gave up.
Tags: short story
Other · September 11th, 2010 09:19 · 3 comments
Someone made me realise the other day that if I want to write, I should just get started. So I'll use this blog to practice by writing some short stories here. The first is dedicated to her.
Ken woke up soaked in sweat again. The nightmares had been increasingly reoccuring. He grabbed the bottle of water next to his bed and took a few sips, still trying to work out what the nightmares meant.
Eventually he decided to give up pondering them and got up to distract his mind.
He turned on his computer and went to his regular chat site, to kill time a little. He scanned passed the regular immature remarks and childish fights to see if he could find anyone interesting to talk to.
Someone called Crazy_Horse entered the room. He rubbed his eyes and scrolled back up to see if he did read it correctly. When he found out he did he wasn't sure what to think of it. He decided to talk to Crazy_Horse to find out more.
They had a surprisingly pleasant conversation and they added each other in their friends list, so they would be able to find each other easily next time.
Over time the nightmares came back more often and everytime he had them, he went through the same routine. He went to the chatsite and he always found Crazy_Horse waiting for him.
But after a while Crazy_Horse started typing things, things that Crazy_Horse couldn't possibly know. Things that noone but Ken himself knew.
His nightmares seemed to be well known by Crazy_Horse. He thought he was losing his mind, how could some random person from who knows where know what was tormenting him in his dreams.
To make matters worse, Crazy_Horse seemed to know what the nightmares meant, while he himself was clueless. Although Crazy_Horse always subtly hinted at knowing all about them, never explicitly typing anything to make Ken's suspicions concrete.
He tried to force Crazy_Horse to talk about what she meant by all those subtle remarks, but she always skillfully dodged every attempt to talk directly about his nightly torments.
Eventually they decided to meet in real life. The morning of the big day Ken awoke soaked in sweat again, the screams of the crazed horse echoing in his mind, with its eyes bulging out in a way that hinted at insane and irrational fear.
He entered the coffeeshop they had agreed to meet each other a few hours later. He sat down at a table nervously, making sure he had a good view of the entire room.
After about 20 minutes and a few mugs of coffee he decided he was tired of waiting, until behind him a female voice said, "Are you HadouKen?" She walked passed him and sat down in front of him, smiling. "You must be, you have something familiar over you. I'm Crazy_Horse"
Her beauty was stunning. Ken didn't know what to say. His heart was pounding in his throat, sweat dripping down his body. This could not be possible. In front of him was the very girl that appeared in his nightmares.
"You..." he uttered, "You're...?"
She looked at him surprised, "Are you ok? You seem to be shocked to see me..." She smiled again, "Did you think I wasn't going to show up? I was just running late because my aunt was nagging at me again."
"I'm ok," he replied, "as soon as I get some water. Can I get you anything?" She thought about it for a second and nodded her head. "No thanks, I'm good"
After a few sips of the cold water Ken calmed down and found out that Crazy_Horse was the same pleasant person he spoke to many times and they had a good time hanging out at the coffeeshop.
After a while Ken remembered why he agreed to meeting her in the first place. He wanted to know how she knew so much about his nightmares. But just like in the chat, she danced around the questions he fired off like a graceful ballerina.
After an awkward silence her face got serious and she said "Do you really want to know about it that bad? I could tell you more, but not here." "What did you have in mind then?" he replied with an unnatural eagerness. She sighed, "It's a shame, I kinda liked spending this time with you, but you obviously can't wait to find out more, so let's go. I live not far from here, we can talk about it there."
Ken thought about it and tried to think of the most weird scenarios that could unfold from here but in the end he gave up and said "OK, let's go."
She opened the door with her key and lifted her slender hand, "After you." She smiled again.
As Ken went in he felt a fierce blow to the back of his head and as he turned around and fell to the ground he saw Crazy_Horse's smile before everything went black before his eyes.
Tags: short story