Death on a wave!

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How would you feel if you stood face to face with death? Would you be terrorfied? Or would you feel calm?

In this short story Two best friends have to stand and watch as their impending death is brought closer and closer by a tidal wave higher than the buildings. Two very different men with very different emotions!

Submitted: December 21, 2011

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Death On A Wave

M.A.Wrigley

 

On the eve of a cold icy night, The half hollowed moon reflected upon the rippling sea. In front of two young boys, one demonic wave with a fast pursuit. Upon looking into the eye of the beast they both would state It was as as haunting as black could be.

A few steps in front stood Mark, his eyes calmly glazed over the wave, and with just a slight blink he had entered a flash back. But one flashback that was as vivid as the daylight on a summers day, as if his surroundings had just materialised into a new environment. He was 13 now. A repressed memory. In front of him was a girl of the same age. that scene had haunted him for many years after, he had hurt her badly, she was a close friend back then, Even after what happened he couldn't look her in the eye again. But he faced her and calmly spoke

“I'm sorry, I never meant to scar you like that, What I did I have regretted for so long, but if I hadn't that night I would not come to regret it, and I wouldn't of learnt from that mistake, so I thank you, in my weakest moment you taught me.”

Then he closed his eyes and droplets of rain forcefully smashed his face. she was gone, the musty long forgotten room had disappeared, and as Mark opened his eyes in front of him the sight of a great behemoth of icy liquid approached.

 

A few steps behind stood a shaking Adam. He was a nervous wreck. Stiffly stuck still as if two rusty nails had pierced through the layers of the front of his feet holding him down, he had a rough feeling of two sharp jagged objects inside the meat beside the toes. The cold blood filling up his dampened boots. He was usually the lazy one, he would never move unless it a necessity. But then he would of gave absolutely anything for movement in his little pinky. His body engulfed purely of sinful fear. In friendly conversation Adam would always be the first to shout

“I ain't scared man”.

But now he had no control, he could only stand and watch as the impending doom ate his best friend and him like a light dinner.

Time was distorted, The world Mark and Adam now inhibited, the one with a tidal wave closing in was slowed to a halt. A letter felt like an eternity to sprout from his throat

“MARK, Lets Go!”

The echo lingered as if it was one timeless lyric. As the early letters laid upon Marks ears, he again calmly blinked. And awoke within another flash back. Now he was 16 and in front of that bastard that was dating his ex girlfriendand after a month of them splitting up. Mark was intoxicated with liquor that night, ironically stood outside a liqueur store, and after a long stare shared by both, he tossed down his bottle of cider and smacked the lad straight in the face. Sharply remembering what came next he gave a hasty blink before being attacked by the four fists coming from the lad's friends.

Before hie eyes opened he could feel the much harsher force by the pressuring rain. Even with the forceful power of nature controlled by death himself devouring the remaining earth between them Mark could only process the image of that punch. How much he regretted hitting him back then. But know he new it was just a mistake. One he had learnt dearly from.

 

Still nailed to the floor by the fear summoned needles. Adam watched as the wave approached. As it reached Mark, It was similar to a paused DVD, the Monstrous sight, thunderous noise even its life force all stopped flat. But Mark unfrozen turned his head and peacefully stared in Adam's direction. That image burnt into his memory bank, like a still picture to look back on in the family favourites. But what amused him was how a monstrous wave was right behind his best friend but Marks body language showed no worry, not a glimpse of stress, he was smiling, completely at peace. Adam must have realised Mark was prepared, if this was his death date then so be it, but that concept was untrue to Adam he couldn't understand that. A tomorrow where he ceases to exist is a fallacy.

just one harsh wishful blink upon releasing his eyelids the waves thunderous sound, monstrous sight and life force had restarted just as if a Computer game had crashed and resumed. The wave grasped Mark, but still no rush of despair or sorrow,, The last image of Mark that Adam grasped his eyes upon, before the wave had covered mark completely, He simply held out his hand, as if to say come with me?

But Adam saw Red, and in his last desperate move he ripped his nailed down feet from the grasping ground. It felt as if he forced himself from the grasp of those two rusty nails, he could feel the agonising pain rippling through his feet. But his attempt of escape in vain as the wave engulfed him and showed no mercy. In those last minutes as the remaining oxygen circled his body and dissipated, he thought upon a deep dark place. Down in the vast of a black ocean where your weighed down by the pressure of the moving currents. You could swim for it with force, but all those demons locked away in his mind, those dirty regrets, their all below holding him down with there clawed hands, and they wont let go.

 

Time had returned to normal as the wave settled. Mark was washed up onto the sandy beach. Now shone upon by the burning Sun. He opens his eyes and coughs out a squirt of water. Blinded by the bright blue sky, A sense of relief passes him, then a warm feeling, from down deep below. The sense of hope. He turns his eyes from the suns glow, and upon him laid a breathless husk. Of what used to be Adam.

With one final blink, Upon opening his heavy eyelids he had awoke from a deep sleep. After a lengthy process of deeply analysing the previous dream, He speaks out loud and expresses the symbol in a quote, echoing through the bedroom and out to the hallway

“As long as I fear the darkness there will always be hope!”

 


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