Damned hole (408 hits)
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Submitted by Stogie (View user info) at 2006-08-06 02:53:25 EDT
Once upon a time not long ago, there was a boy. There was nothing really out of the ordinary about him. Just your average californian dudebro. Well, that was until one day after sitting in the same spot for days doing the same routine over and over the earth beneath him crumbled. He began to fall, not very fast mind you, he kinda dragged along the edges clutching at the sides of this hole, desperately trying to find a ledge he could rest himself on. A couple of times he actually did land on something hard enough to sit at, but it didn't last long, the earth was too soft to support him and again he began to fall.
When he finally hit the bottom his is body was broken, as was his spirit. He was so confused, he thought how could this happen to him? When the fuck does the Earth get off on just swallowing up people into holes? He pondered that question for awhile, not thinking about how he was going to do anything to actually get out of the hole. Then, from above he could hear voices, voices he recognized. Voices of his friends. His mood lifted, they could get him out of there!
His friends were the first to hear him. Sad thing was that most of them couldn't stay long, they had things to do and he wasn't a part of it, but some stuck around doing what they could to try and help. They reached their hands in to see how deep it was, realizing it wasn't going to be easy a couple more left. Now just a few of his closest friends were still there, wanting to know if they could get him anything, he told them to go get him his plants. These were happy plants, they had always helped him out when he felt a little down and right now was definitely a time when he when he was down. Now he had them, and for awhile everything was alright down there. When ever he had a look of the plants, everything was fine. When he closed his eyes he could imagine what it was like before he got into this mess, he could take himself from this place and fantasize about lives that would never be his. By pure chance, his mother finally found him. She had been worried, she didn't know what happened to him. She too asked if there was anything he needed. He remembered how much enjoyed his note pad and guitar. It was almost like home now, things weren't half bad down there. He grew accustomed to life down in the hole by now, it wasn't so bad if he had things to keep him busy.
Things started going bad though, fewer people were coming to check on him and his plants were wilting. They didn't have the same effect they did before. They were starting to play tricks on his mind now. He started losing hope, he was getting frustrated. He knew the hole would never do him any good. Then, he looked down. In the little light that came from above he could make out small mushroom shapes. "Wow", he thought, "I bet those are delicious." So he picked a couple and ate them and the most amazing thing happened. He rise higher and higher, faster and faster. he couldn't believe it! He was out of the hole now, he was seeing the world again! He was finally out and all it took was some little brown mushrooms. He walked around, feeling the fresh air, lazed about in the sunlight, and saw things he had never seen before. It was beautiful. But, nothing comes that easy. He slowly began to sink again. He realized he never was actually out of the hole, it was all an illusion. Yet, now he remembered what it was like outside, he had to make it out.
How though? there was no way he could. It was too steep, he wasn't strong enough, there was no end to the constant stream of excuses. So he sat in that damned hole feeling hatred for the people who wouldn't get him out. They were the ones who weren't trying hard enough, they couldn't do anything, it wasn't his fault he was here. No, of course not. Then he remembered someone he had forgotten long ago. A person he hated for all that had happened to him. He was the one everyone called God, he thought maybe if he made amends and asked for help God would get him out of here. He prayed to his creator with all his heart, asking for God to show himself, to pull him from the hole and make everything right again.
A couple days past and nothing, maybe prayers went on some huge message machine in the sky and God just hadn't yet got to him, so he waited a couple more days. Still nothing, he was getting annoyed but he still didn't want to give up too soon, this could be his big break after all. A week of nothing went by and now he didn't care anymore, he lost all hope and any will he had to keep going. The saddest part was down there, he had nothing to even do himself in with.
He sat there, more hateful than ever when something beyond all explanation happened. He felt something drop on his head, sifting through his hair he brought it to his face. It was a candy heart. "Random", he thought. Then he took a closer look at the words on it, "I love you". He was absolutely amazed, was this the sign? Maybe it was just a coincidence, some kid could have dropped it down there without realizing it. Deep down though, he knew this was no coincidence, God just has a sick sense of humor.
He began picking all his things up, he was finally determined to get himself out of there, no one else could. In the time he had spent down there in the hole he learned a lot about himself, I mean when you sit alone with only your thoughts you gotta put it to good use. With everything ready to go, he began his ascent, he knew it would be tough, but he was going to make it. He would pull himself from this hole with all his strength and never ever go back again.
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Submitted by Stogie (user info) at 2006-08-06 16:49:21 EDT (#)
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Thank you Sacriligious. Whether Good or bad that's how reviews should be
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-08-06 13:03:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You know..this isn't going to be for everyone, but I actually kind of enjoyed it. Addiction, depression, teen angst, etc are often cast in a different light. I like the simple writing style, and while I found myself a little sympathetic, the character wasn't written in black and white. He wasn't just villain (toward himself, and in turn, to others) or victim, but a little of both.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-08-06 04:34:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I don't feel like reading this
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2006-08-06 03:19:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
sounds like the joint