Creature From the Dark (377 hits)
Category: Politics -> IraqRating: 0.68 on 14 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Hourman (View user info) at 2008-02-14 09:31:25 EST
The warm air from the ceiling fans hit me as I walk in from the cold night air, the security guard watches me closely as I walk to the fridge. He doesn't move, but his eyes tremble and quake, and he knows that I know.
I grab a small pint of milk; it's easy to drink and always seems to be colder than any of the other drinks. Whatever anyone says, I refuse to believe that a warm drink can be refreshing, let alone thirst quenching.
As I move to the isle over, I see the security guard at the other end, following me, yet keeping a distance, and not looking so much so that it makes it screamingly obvious that he is doing nothing but watching. I crack a smile.
Bread. Cheap, lasts a while and pretty much keeps you going. I wonder if the security guard would stop me... over a pint of milk and a loaf of bread. The sum value is less than a pound, but his fourteen grand a year job would still be at risk if he didn't at least attempt to take me out... If I ran...
As I walk past him, I crack another smile, and he looks away, almost ashamed, or is that fear, for having done his job... make sure to keep an eye on the reprobates that perchance visit the establishment he intents to make secure. Fair enough... I wouldn't like the look of me either.
The cold air wraps itself around my scraggly jacket, gripping firmly onto my skin, and seeping into my blood. As the wind viciously snaps at my heels, I pretend what it would be like going back to one of these terraced houses I walk beside. Then I forget, because imagining is a fools dream.
I see people cross the road as I approach, or walk faster, or grip keys in their pockets... I see them. They think I'm crazy... but I suppose to a degree I am. To live the sort of life I live I'd have to be crazy.
I rip off a hunk of bread, and chew it noisily as I type the code into the large security door. The corridor smells of human waste, and a couple of the more rodent like residents scurry away at the screech of the door dragging across the floor as I near enough barge it open. I always wonder whether it's to keep people out, or us locked in.
Climbing my concrete tower is nothing short of a mission. Kept atop the tower like a golden secret I find solace in solitude, the passionate pampering of various narcotics with their various tools. The large un-curtained windows let the moonlight in and flood my palace. My thrown, with its wonky legs, sits proud amongst the shadowed walls.
There is no water, and no gas... I have no need for lights or electricity. When you are what is feared, the dark is nothing more than another place to hideaway from a world that no longer cares If you live or die. No more tears left to cry and no more second chances, for the fifth time. Simply an annoying shadow, a wraith, a wisp of a man and nothing more.
When I walk down your street, and you peer out at me, would you help if I was to fall? Would you come out if I lay in pain? What if I didn't move? Would warmness fill you, and would you allow a selfish smile to play at the corner of your lips? I have no doubt that the latter is true, because if I were you, I would not help the creature from the dark that I did fear.
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Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-02-14 20:43:30 EST (#)
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Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-14 15:49:50 EST (#)
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Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2008-02-14 12:44:53 EST (#)
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Last paragraph blew a +2.
Submitted by Badlands (user info) at 2008-02-14 12:35:53 EST (#)
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Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2008-02-14 10:55:39 EST (#)
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Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-02-14 10:52:53 EST (#)
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What is actually happening in the story? Nothing, that's what.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2008-02-14 10:23:53 EST (#)
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always big boy
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-02-14 10:07:11 EST (#)
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Wanna be my Valentine?
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-02-14 09:54:56 EST (#)
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No deal.
Flanders:
They're not perfect, but the Lord says love they neighbor --
Homer: Shut up, Flanders.
Flanders:
Okely-dokely-do.
Hurricane Neddy
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-14 09:54:16 EST (#)
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As I did this, I did that, I then look around me, I have a sip of warm milk. I need to break my addiction to a certain vowel. Other than that though I thought this was alright.
Submitted by deathmobile (user info) at 2008-02-14 09:52:33 EST (#)
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Submitted by BritishBeef (user info) at 2008-02-14 09:41:00 EST (#)
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Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2008-02-14 14:38:50 GMT (#)
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Trust me when I tell you that it's right.
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okay then....
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2008-02-14 09:38:50 EST (#)
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Trust me when I tell you that it's right.
Submitted by BritishBeef (user info) at 2008-02-14 09:37:16 EST (#)
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not sure about that last phrase....creature from the dark that I did fear.....but otherwise fine.