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Couple things I wrote... [PG-13+]


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Tunnel Vision.

She couldn't recall why she was charing endlessly forward through the dark corridors. All she knew was that she could not and would not stop until she reached her goal, a goal of which she was had no clue of the intentions, just that she had to complete it.

Her feet pounding on the dusty stone floor like a well oiled machine, her eyes never moved from from being pointed straight ahead of her, waiting for a change in the endless twisting identical tunnels.

A she ran she tried to think. She couldn't remember anything. It was as if when ever a thought formed, it was blown away by a wind... Until... a thought came to her that the wind couldn't budge.

"Something is wrong with me".

It surprised her, this thought. She stumbled, wreaking her perfect rhythm. As the rhythm broke, her eyes drifted from their earlier positions moving towards her hands. The sight was not what she expected. She flat out tripped then, trying to hold the bile in her throat, gagging at the revolting image.

Her hands.

Her hands were deformed, and mutilated, with long narrow metallic needles piercing through her fingers, glistening red droplets dripping from them. Her fingernails were gone, as if ripped off with tremendous force, exposing the soft pink tissue underneath. Her right forefinger was hanging lopsided, with flesh hanging off.

She fell to the ground, and screamed a cry for help, full of pain.

Then looked up.

Light was into the corridor.

She had reached her goal. She had gotten out.

She pulled herself to her feet, slowly, and painfully, still trembling.

Standing up she found herself on a cliffside road surrounded by beautiful pine trees, glistening in the morning sun. She began to look down at her hands... scared of what she was going to see... but then was shocked, and almost as frightened as when she first saw them.

They were normal again.

She had imagined it.

"But...", she thought to herself, "How much was real?"

Standing on the cliffside road she looked out at the morning sun rising, and let out a deep sigh of relief. Out at the mountains... covered in gorgeous forests glittering in the light..

She started to turn, to see if the exit from the tunnel was still there, but before she could she heard a loud.. horn.

Turning she saw a huge semi-truck barreling towards her...

 

Zach Hersey © 2010

 

Them.

It all opened up to him.... why he was doing this, what he should do, and how. How to fix it all. He knew what to do. His life was about to go back to normal, or so he thought. He just had to get back to his house... he turned around, getting ready to return, but he stopped dead in his tracks seeing the 3 hunched figures blocking his path.

Glancing at their bald heads you could see a revolting image... a metal plate covered the area where their mouth should of been, sewn into the flesh of their skulls with glittering metallic wire, held taunt, by hooks reaching into their cheeks. Their eyelids were forced permanently open by glistening needles burrowing into their eye sockets. Where ears should of been located, there were just pus-oozing, blood colored scabs, shining in the light.

All three of the monstrosities where horribly hunchbacked, reeling forward. The one farthest to the right was shirtless, revealing hundreds of criss-crossing deep scars all over it's muscular chest.

He gulped. His problems just got a lot worse.

Each one glared forward as if staring right through him. As the first one slowly lifted it's "foot", as if in great pan, but not showing it, he took a step back. Slowly the hideous beasts approached him cornering him....

 

Zach Hersey © 2010

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Y'all suck.

 

So does your story.

 

Wellll....meh, I guess not.

 

I aint reading the 2nd one though.

 

And as for the 1st. OMG! SHE WAS HIT BY A SEMI AT THE END! AND IN THE TUNNEL! AND IT DIDN'T EVEN HAPPEN YET!

 

In case you didn't know what went on in your story.

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