Skeptical

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This short story is something I wrote after doing homework and I thought it would be cool to share it. Feel free to criticize/comment. Thanks for reading!


Skeptical

 

Slowly pulling the flap of skin above my eyes apart anticipating, what I hoped to be, the final wave. As I gather my strength, pleas for help scratch against my eardrums forcing out an uncontrollable laughter, “HAHAHhahahahHAHAHahhahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhmhmhhmh…” Laughing manically only to suppress the pain momentarily as the blue sea creeps upon my eyes. I tame my thoughts and pry my body off the ground using the pain to motivate my body. Extracting every drop of energy I had left in me, I force my legs off the ground to support a body that I no longer recognize only to witness the terror. Using my hand to block the sun, I glaze forward towards the valley, or at least what I thought was the valley. Flashback after flashback I was beginning to recollect the moments leading up to this event and unleashing the truth. I let out an angry roar, “AHHHHH!” I could hear the echo slowly hover towards the valley as I make way trailing behind.

2 days before

I could feel my back roasting through my leather coat causing the sweat glands to release a tsunami of sweat down my back. I was on a mission to contact the Dells. Silent as can be, no one received replies from the Dells since last week after they had believed there was more. I spend all light and dark riding my Harley looking for them hoping to catch them before it is too late. Passing by restaurants and only stopping for gas, I could feel the warmth in my search. As I drive through town and head uphill, I could see smoke coming from the top. I get closer as my shadow grows longer before disappearing, I arrive around the smoke only to find opened canned beans and corns around an area that reflected a campfire. No trace of anyone around, I decide to rest here for the night to gather my strength for the search that awaits at sun break. I hear crackling close by, as I get comfortable I reach for my bowie knife. It was one of those knives you could use to slice through paper easily. “rrrRRrrrRR.” Turns out it was just a raccoon causing all that crackling. Calming my nerves, I close my eyes and enter an unconscious state. Waking up, I look around and find myself in a completely different setting. Blanket wrapped around, clock ticking, and the sound of rain on a Sunday morning hitting the window. Turns out this was my room and it was all nightmare except the Dells were my beliefs and the screams were my mistakes and past haunting me for as long as I live causing me to care less about the world because I know I am far off the journey of spiritual happiness when I am sober, harming myself rapidly. Checkpoint started.

 


Submitted: February 13, 2018

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