Ba-BOOM
Ba-BOOM.
Ratta-tat-tatty-tat-tat
Ratta-tat-tatty-tat-tat
BOOM. BOOM.
Rat-rat-tatty-tat-tat
Ba-Boom.
Tat-Tat
Ba-Boom.
Rat-rat-tatty-tat-tat
Rat-rat-tatty-tat-tat
Ba-Boom
CRASH!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
fear
Dark.
It's so dark I have to sit because I can't see where I am walking. It's a risky task sitting, and I hesitate for a while, crouching down real low to touch the ground with the tips of my fingers to make sure the ground isn't squishy...or crawling...
It may seem like things couldn't get worse, but sitting on something like an ant hill or on a pile of snakes could make things significantly more uncomfortable. I'd have to sit there for a long time.
Sitting is probably a good idea. Even if I sit on snakes or ants. I shouldn't be walking in the blinding darkness. I could easily walk over a cliff and not know it.
Sound is what attracts them. If I sit real quiet, maybe they will pass me by. I don't know where I am. I don't know how to get home. If home still exists.
I feel dirt. Cold lifeless, grainy dirt. Better than mud.
After sitting, I still can't see anything or anyone, but I hear things. Maybe they're real. Maybe they're not. I hold still. Mostly I hear scratching. I don't know from where or from whom. And chewing noises. Really creepy chomping sounds, like something is tearing through meat with their teeth.
Crying seems like a good idea. I let myself do it until I hear a short scream. Someone is running. They are breathing hard, and then they fall (or are pushed) into a bush with a yelp. Growling. Rustling. More growling. And then the chomping is louder and closer than ever.
Crying is too noisy. I cover my mouth and tell myself to not cry. I try my best to stop shaking too. I want someone to hold me so the shaking will stop! After all, I'm just a kid. What could I do if it came after me next? I can't see. I can't run. It's better to hold still and try not to cry. It's probably my only tactic of survival.
It's so dark I have to sit because I can't see where I am walking. It's a risky task sitting, and I hesitate for a while, crouching down real low to touch the ground with the tips of my fingers to make sure the ground isn't squishy...or crawling...
It may seem like things couldn't get worse, but sitting on something like an ant hill or on a pile of snakes could make things significantly more uncomfortable. I'd have to sit there for a long time.
Sitting is probably a good idea. Even if I sit on snakes or ants. I shouldn't be walking in the blinding darkness. I could easily walk over a cliff and not know it.
Sound is what attracts them. If I sit real quiet, maybe they will pass me by. I don't know where I am. I don't know how to get home. If home still exists.
I feel dirt. Cold lifeless, grainy dirt. Better than mud.
After sitting, I still can't see anything or anyone, but I hear things. Maybe they're real. Maybe they're not. I hold still. Mostly I hear scratching. I don't know from where or from whom. And chewing noises. Really creepy chomping sounds, like something is tearing through meat with their teeth.
Crying seems like a good idea. I let myself do it until I hear a short scream. Someone is running. They are breathing hard, and then they fall (or are pushed) into a bush with a yelp. Growling. Rustling. More growling. And then the chomping is louder and closer than ever.
Crying is too noisy. I cover my mouth and tell myself to not cry. I try my best to stop shaking too. I want someone to hold me so the shaking will stop! After all, I'm just a kid. What could I do if it came after me next? I can't see. I can't run. It's better to hold still and try not to cry. It's probably my only tactic of survival.
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