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Death of a Soldier

Posted: March 2, 2010 in writing

The shots coming from around the corner and down the street in my direction subdued for a moment. Either they were reloading or were on the move advancing towards me, neither bode well for me. I inched over to the corner and stuck my rifle out just enough to release a few bursts of fire back down the street. No sooner had I begun to move back to my previous position that the wall began to crack as rounds buried themselves into it; some rounds made it through but they were not close enough to harm me.

I sat there with my back up against the wall with sweat running down my face. I wiped the sweat away and ran my hand over my head. Huh, where was my helmet? I must have lost it during the scramble. We were on a routine patrol when our vehicles came under heavy fire. Amazing how things can go from routine and boring to horrific and terrifying in a second. The people in my squad were so much better at taking charge than me, but those faces that I would turn to when I was lost were nowhere to be found in the chaos of an ambush. I just ran. I ran away.

As I was handed my diploma by the vice chancellor I look out into the crowd and see my family cheering and applauding. I accept my diploma and turn towards the crowd; I hold it up high toward my family. What a proud moment for us. A few years ago, I couldn’t see myself making it this far but I never gave up on myself.

Job searching took up most of my time following school. I had several job interviews and every time it looked as if I had pitched myself just right I would receive a call letting me down. Days turned to weeks and weeks into months with no end in sight for my search. I was getting desperate and I would try a little harder every time I applied for something new. A friend of mine in passing suggested I try for the armed services; I had nowhere else to turn to in the immediate future so why not give that a try. I thought it over long and hard and decided with my family that I would enlist.

A loud explosion rocked the wall; they had thrown a fragmentation grenade. I can’t believe that this is how it ends for me, there was no saving grace this time no way out for when in doubt. My jokes weren’t going to bail me out. My family and friends couldn’t help me now. All on my own. The fire intensified on my position, I just stared at the corner of the wall as it slowly came undone and turned into dust. It wouldn’t be long now before someone came around that corner to finish me off. The thought of just laying down my rifle and awaiting my conclusion crossed my mind, but damn it, they would have to earn this kill. I lifted up my rifle and took aim at the corner, just then someone leapt out with a rifle aimed toward me. I fired off a burst into their chest. They collapsed and fell before my feet.

I stared at the person who lay before me with their chest wound sucking for air. Several more people then came around the corner armed with rifles like mine. My squad mates had found me, but not before I had killed our point man.

Nightmare

Posted: March 1, 2010 in writing

had a wicked nice nightmare
would you like to hear it?
I was driving down the highway in the middle of the night -contrary to what one might expect -there was a lot of traffic.
Suddenly the engine begins to fail and I pull over to the curb. I step out of the car and to my luck traffic has died down and there are lights off in the distance so I have to wait for any hope of assistance.
So I go into the woods right next to the highway to see if there’s a house or something.
I find some industrial building spanning several hundred feet but decide not to venture further in that direction.
I head back to the vehicle because I had left my little sister in the car. (I had no idea she was there but rather i just suddenly remembered??)
I get in the vehicle and check on her and am about to try to start it when someone walks over to my window.
An average build woman who’s makeup is running.
It looks as if she’s crying but it’s too dark to tell.
She’s babbling incoherently and I’m all like ‘i’m going to help’.
So I want to open the door but she’s pressed up against it.
Suddenly she stops babbling and the mood changes. She’s looking at me funny. Almost like she’s glaring at me. She starts trying to pry open the door but apparently I had locked it.
Then she starts to reach behind her and i’m like ‘omfg she has a gun?!’ She never gets the chance to draw whatever it was she was reaching for as the car turns on and I speed off.
As I’m leaving I can hear her talking to where I just was.
That’s when I notice there are other cars pulled over but it appears no one is in them.
So I floor it and drive faster.
And that’s when my little sister, who’s in the passenger seat, turns to me and says ‘tell her to stop staring at me’. In the rear view mirror I see a silhouette of a woman sitting behind me.
and I woke up in a near panic all ‘omfgwtf’ and for a few seconds in the dark I felt as if I was not alone in my room.

Haze

Posted: February 28, 2010 in writing

Standing alone by the side of the road I bring my hand up to my face, for the moment I can’t remember who I am. I turn and look around to see wild shrubs, grass, and trees on either side of the road; I look up to see a rich blue sky and a sun hovering overhead which temporarily blinds me. I shield my eyes for a moment and look back at the road I’m standing on and then I notice a figure riding toward me. As they draw closer a lone thought pops into my mind, ‘Kalli!’. She becomes clear and is dressed in a postal worker’s uniform, she seemingly doesn’t take notice of me and rides on by. Moments later she rides past me and back the way she had come. This scene repeats a few times and that’s when I decide I’ll get her attention on the next pass.

Should I mock her? Just say ‘hiii’? I don’t have much time to decide what I’ll say so as she comes close I say ‘heyyy, you’re cute!’. Her eyes twitch in my direction but she doesn’t mind me and goes on by again. I grin and say ‘bye, Kalli!’, by the time she slows down and turns to look back I’ve gone away.

Standing behind a counter minding a cash register with a few bookcases surrounding my area I sigh in boredom. This building I’m in is pretty old but it has a nice antic feel to it, makes me feel at ease. She walks in suddenly and disturbs me out of my thoughts. She greets me and smiles and begins trying to make small talk but I interrupt her. My boss will get upset if he sees me talking to a friend during work so I tell her I’ll talk to her later. She asks if I have a phone I can be reached at but I don’t remember my number and send her off telling her I’d get in contact with her later.

Time passes and everything is in a haze for me. Why am I here? Where are my friends and family from back home? Where do I live? I can’t answer these questions and it gives me a headache trying to answer any of them. When she’s not around I cease to exist, I’m conscious but I can’t interact with this world, her world.

She walks up to the building where I work the register and along with her is her friend Kerryn. Apparently she wants her to meet me, but I’m not there. The building is dusty, dirty, and empty. Bookcases with no books, a register no longer there, the lights are missing, and there are no people.

I wake up.