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Super Short Scenes, Chapter 3 |
| Written by August Blackwood | |
| Tuesday, 08 April 2008 | |
Whatever
The Graveyards Won't Talk To Me Tom sat by his brother's grave and just...sat there. He did nothing. He didn't flinch. He didn't cry. Nothing at all. His other family members looked at him from where they stood. They waited, for they knew how hard it was. Tom couldn't believe and he had to sit there for eight hours before he could accept it. Finally, after the last fifteen minutes, Tom moved. He reached out with his arm and traced over his brother's name, about five times. A tear trickled down his cheek. "Let's go," the father said and approached the boy. All That Ever Existed Anthony lied down on his bed and the first thought that came to his head was one he would never forget. It was a simple thought, an abstract one. But, it destroyed and scattered a lot of what he lived on. It was a question, perhaps something that everyone asked before. It was, "Does happiness exist?" Anthony gripped the gun that lied adjacent to his hip. The Monsters Within Every man ran up the hills to make sure. The monster was coming, they were sure of it. They sat for a long time by the camp light and they knew it was coming. It was fortold. Now, they checked again to make sure. It would be about any minute. Then, they heard a sound. They looked over the hills and saw a tall man in a shaggy coat run up the hills towards them. "Fire, it's the beast!" they yelled, pulling their triggers on the creature. It fell and life escaped from it. "No!" a boy ran to and sat by the corpse and caressed it. "Daddy!" the boy screamed. The shaggy coat rolled off the man and revealed a very human-looking man whom the men all knew. The boy wailed so loud his voice sounded like that of a wolf, yet it was sad, very sad. The men looked at eachother and lifted their guns once again. They pointed their weapons on the boy, yelling, "The monster's boy!" And the boy's head blew off, the last of his tears mixing with the blood that squirted from his neck. A woman ran from her house to see what happened. She screeched when she saw her son lying motionless on the leave-covered ground, with his brains slipping out. The men shrugged their shoulders and unleashed their weapons on her as well, as she caressed her son's body. Her screams of pain exploded through the air. An old man yelled from behind the crowd, "That was my daughter! My daughter!" He shook his hands like they were being electrocuted. The men turned around and glared at him. A finger pointed and a voice commanded, "Fire!", while the old man's brother shook with shock and attempted to stop them. The village is known today to have supposedly vanished. "The prophecy had come true", wise men said, "The monster had come."
Copyright 2008 August Blackwood |
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