Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Dazed, Confused and Possibly Dead

“Have a good one Lacey”
Shots echoed through the dark alley way as I aimlessly wandered home from my youth group. As the shots faded into the eerie silence, loud footsteps approached from the direction of the police station. I quickened my pace repeatedly in an attempt to escape the fear that was creeping up and down my spine. As I rounded the next corner, I could hear a soft whisper in my left ear. Get home girl. I froze in shock as no one resided on this street except me… as far as I could tell. I felt a sharp pinch in my right leg. I reached down to see what had so rudely pinched me. As my fingertip touched the problem area, I felt thick liquid dribbling down my leg. A larger metal object had been forced firmly into my calf. A piercing scream escaped my mouth as I attempted to limp in the general direction of my apartment. When I reached the steep wooden steps to my apartment I could hear a scream, similar to my own, resound in the distance. I heaved my aching body up the stairs, wincing at every bump. Finally inside my apartment, I could properly examine my leg. A large rusty nail had been pierced into my skin. Pushed into the skin as well was a small piece of brown paper. I tore the paper away from the nail, causing more thick blood to ooze out from the open wound. I unfolded the paper with shaky hands.

Young girl murdered in her apartment. 


23 year old Lacey Williams was brutally murdered in her downtown apartment last week. The monster who committed this heinous crime has still not been found but police are working their hardest on this case to finally give the family some sliver of closure. Lacey Williams was found in her bathroom with multiple stab wounds and chunks of her hair missing. The door was dead-bolted and there was no sign of forced entry. 

-By Sarah Stonehouse               Published 20/09/2017

 My hands began shaking uncontrollably. I took short sharp breaths for about a minute in an attempt to slow my racing heart. Baffled by what I had read, I tried continuously to wrap my head around the situation at hand. Contemplating my next move, I walked swiftly towards the front door and put the latch on and bolted it.  In an attempt to distract myself from the situation, I reached for the remote. Loud static surrounded me in a blanket of security. The window in the east side of my apartment rattled and pulled me out of my trance, I walked with a slow limp towards the wind blown window and slammed it shut in confused anger. I backed into my soft dusty red armchair, let out a muffled sigh and flicked on the overhead lamp. The bulb quivered and with a slight bang it blew. I lept from my seat, slipping on the waxy wooden floors, smashing my head on the wooden planks with a thud. The wound in my leg had begun to pus and turn a muddy yellow colour. Darkness began to flood in as dizziness swept over me and I fell with a thud onto the ground. Suddenly I was laying on the wooden floorboards looking up towards the paneled roof with my eyes rolling back into my head.

 Sunlight weaseled its way through a slit in the curtains. Eyes burning in relation to the sunlight, I rested and thought about the issue at hand. I rose to my feet and swiftly checked my watch. Noticing that my door, which I bolted closed last night, was no longer bolted closed panic crept up on me. Pushing the contents of my stomach up into my throat. I scurried to my feet quickly forgetting about the substantial amount of skin missing from my leg, and inspected my apartment. With nothing seeming different, confusion washed over my tired body. It didn’t appear that anyone had stolen anything. I contemplated going to the hospital when I remembered the sick note that I had found wedged in my leg the night before. Insightful that someone had been in my house as I slept made my throat tight and my hands shake and sweat. What had I done to deserve this?

Several hours later

 My phone buzzed from inside my pocket making me jump out of my skin. A shower of papers and notes from my desk, rained down over me due to the opened window.
“Hey Lace, lunch today at Jeffrey's?- Delilah”
In a desperate attempt to get away from my house and be able to explain the horrible happenings of last night, I replied swiftly.
"Yip be there by 12:30, hoping in the shower now”
I chucked my phone on the desk and proceeded to move towards the bathroom. I twisted the shower knob and with a gush water flickered out of the rusty shower head. I undressed and with no hesitation leaped in. The clean water rinsed my wound but made me wince in pain.

 Feeling refreshed I bounded out of the shower and promptly wrapped the warmed towel around me. Opening the bathroom door, a cascade of cool winter air billowed past my clean shoulders. I carried myself to my bedroom and sat on my untouched bed. I pulled out my upper draws looking for something warmer for the winter, I hauled a big woolen jumper over my damp hair. With a now wet back I slipped on a fresh pair of jeans in an attempt to hide the bandages covering my open wound knowing Delilah would mention it. I clutched my purse and moved into the kitchen knowing that I was late. I grabbed my phone and keys in a mad rush to get out the door. I slipped on my boots I pulled the door handle firmly towards me.  I then stepped out into the icy air and locked the door behind me. I delicately moved down the steps to my apartment in an attempt to stay as balanced as possible on the icy steps.

 I decided to take the bus since Jeffery's was a decent way from my house. I walked to the bus stop at the end of my street with my hands shoved in my pockets. While waiting under the shed like bus stop I heard a voice similar to the one that whispered in my ear last night. Curious to find where it was coming from, I sat forward and had a look around. No one else was at the stop thankfully. A strange sensation of someone touching me came upon me, but I turned to once again to see no one. Shrugging it off I rose for the bus as it pulled in with a low groan.

The smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the grimy bus. The leather seats were 76% stuffing and the windows were home to a thick layer of dust. I slowly lowered myself onto a seat in an attempt to keep my leg from spilling with blood once more. The bus creaked along the bumpy road, jolting violently to a halt at every stop.

To Be Continued...

City Of Broken Dreams

As the door creaked open, my arms felt heavy as if they were not a part of my body. They hung limp on either side of my torso, dragging me down to the floor. The apartment was damp, dark and deeply depressing. Outside, a constant stream of cabs and cars flooded through the streets, pounding their horns in resentment frequently. The stream of commotion echoed through the thin walls of the apartment complex, making the walls rattle and creak. In an attempt to brighten the room, I fumbled for a light switch to no avail. The windows provided little light as the city outside was masked in a thick layer of smog. The light drizzle of rain that was once outside had turned into a heavy downpour, deepening my mood further.

I threw my bag into one of the mold infested corners, perhaps where a bed should be. I glided towards the kitchen in an attempt to keep the floorboards intact. The kitchen contained only a sink, a fridge and about three cupboards. It was about the size of my closet in my parents house, which could barely be considered a walk-in. Unable to bear being confined to these walls any longer, I made a bee-line out of the apartment towards the back doorway which backed on an alley.

There was no doubt in my mind that crime was being committed just around the corner, maybe even in this building.  As I stepped out the back door of the complex, my stomach dropped. I could feel my heart pounding through my chest, sending me into a deep panic. The alley I had wandered into was littered with hoards of people, huddled close together in an effort to gain warmth. Harsh looks were shot my way as I raised the zip on my winter jacket. I found my footing and began to wander towards the street where I was more visible. Just as swiftly as I was walking, a hand grasped around my ankles, pulling me back with such force I could barely stay upright.

“How ‘bout you give me that jacket girly?” a croaky voice declared from the kerb.
“Uh.. um.. sorry no!” I stuttered, panicked, whilst freeing my ankle from the harsh hold.

I swung around to see an elderly woman, gabbling madly at me. The ground around her was littered with what I could only imagine was a cocktail of mind-altering drugs.  Her eyes were sunken making her whole face seem dark and lacking hope. She rose her hand up towards me slowly, her fingers shriveled and elongated in an inhuman manner. I twisted back around in an effort to make a hasty escape.

“No respect!” she howled. “No respect for us folk that have been betrayed by the system.”

I wanted desperately to protest but she had a point. My only purpose in my moving to this city was for my own personal gain. The numerous buildings that towered over me had elegantly wrapped a grim life-style in a beautifully deceiving bow that promised fortune and a lifetime of happiness. So far, I had found only disappointment in their many stories. I longed to be on the highest floor, of the tallest building where the smog would cover the harsh reality of a city full of missed opportunities and crushed dreams. From the ground I understood no one could see me. I was irrelevant, living in a city run by the best of the best. I was not the best. I was merely another dreamer who would never be able to break through the glass ceiling that hung above me.

Too Far Gone

They attack the weakest first. Then the first born. After that, the pattern is unknown. All the recent attacks don't seem to follow any rules. Except the rule of kill or be killed. Lord knows why people venture into the forest. No one comes out alive. I will never, in my life, step foot in that dreadful place.

The day is dark, dreary. That kind of day that makes you want forget everything and everyone. My duvet hugs my shoulders willing me to stay in bed, stay warm, stay happy. I push the idea of laziness out of my head and, reluctantly, roll out. I become covered in goosebumps as soon as my toes touch the crisp timber floors. I plod through the morning, not aware of my surroundings. On my long tiresome walk to work, I am presented with the hollows of the forest. For the first time, something beckons me into the dark. My knees begin to shake and my hands become clammy. The world becomes distorted and I slowly lose hold of reality. Several wobbly steps later, I find myself looking at trees in every direction. The trees sway gently in the breeze. The smell from the pine needles wafts up my nose. My heartbeat slows and my knees become steady. It's as if the forest has created a blanket of safety around me and as long as I am here, nothing can harm me. I truly believe I am in the right place, at the right time. Something big is going happen and I know it.

As I break from my bubble of serenity, the feeling of complete and utter fear creeps it's way up my spine making my whole body seize. I try to walk, I try to run, nothing is effective until the bush begin to shake and I can hear the slight chomping of jaws. I hear the sound of short sharp breaths on my left shoulder. Do I dare turn around and face what fate I have doomed myself to? I cannot think straight. I rotate slightly on the balls of my feet with my eyes squeezed shut. I feel a breath on my face and the smell of rotten fish and salt smacks me in the face. I peel my eyelids open. Blood stained teeth, pale grey flesh piercing eyes. People never survive alone. In a group there is room for betrayal. And I knew this. And now I'm as good as dead.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

I Stand in Wellington



I stand in Wellington where the air is laced with sea mist and the wind whips my hair as the stingrays lash their fins. With friends, falling feels a lot like flying. Gliding towards the water to greet the people and other strange creatures below. The water tumbles around me like a gelatinous quilt. Drops of liquid glass take flight high above my head which has already begun slipping down under the surface. The rays of the sun glare brightly in the ocean and dance around the waves. Fish the size of my pinky finger glide in between my toes and disappear in a forest of seaweed that stretches up from the seabed. I drop my weight and allow myself to fall closer towards calm and further from fear. I bob in the water for a few seconds more before air starts to be sucked from my lungs; I then push myself up and take a large gasp. The oxygen glides into lungs filling them up and replacing the breaths I lost down below. Waves lap at my ears diminishing every sound around me. I cough and splutter as sea water rockets out my nose and mouth. The taste of sharp seawater radiates throughout my entire body shaking me into a fit.
Thick crimson liquid dribbles down my face temporarily blinding me. As people leap into the water in a rescue attempt, I can feel the hot liquid wash away from my body and into the water. I feel thick arms wrap swiftly around my torso and drag me through the water. Hard plastic scrapes against my back and my head is elevated slightly. The sun blares down into my eyes piercing the back of my eyes making my head ache. A face hovers over mine before darkness.


Sunday, October 18, 2015

In My Head

In it there is a camera
and a project
for doing away with pain

And there is
worry,
which shall be first.

And there is
an entirely new photo,
an entirely new painting,
an entirely new feeling.

There is a lens
that captures the impossible.

There are emotions that fill you to the brim.

There is an image.

And it just cannot be erased.

I believe
that only what cannot be erased
is a memory.

There is much promise
in the circumstance
that everyone has memories.

Hallway Horrors

The gold tinted door creaked open with the sound of a thousand tiny screams. My footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. The floor light shine up into my eyes, blinding me momentarily. The lights only partially illuminate the scarlet red hallway, making walking a difficult task. I shuffle my feet along making as much noise as humanly possible. Fear crept up behind me, breathing on my neck as I shuffled down the hallway. At the end of the lengthy hallway, a figure appeared. Slowly the dark figure approaches me. Fear buckles my knees and I fall to the floor into the fetal position. A small bony hand rested itself on my shoulder and began stroking me. The rhythmic patting was soothing considering the fear that was me in a tight grasp. My heart rate slows and I am once again able to breath without falling into a wall of panic. As I attempt to rise to my feet shock hits me as I see that I am the only person that resides in the gloomy hallway. I take small cautious steps towards the end of the hallway. As I reach a corner, I back up against the wall and peek around in an effort to assure that the bony handed creature has not yet raced ahead to scare me. In the dim light the walls appear to breath in every time I take a nervous step.

Tortured Souls Part One

 I flinched as her icy fingers ran down my cheek and obliterated the fast rolling tears. Her lips turning purple, as oxygen was sucked from her collapsed lungs. Her eyes, once as blue as Tenerife Sea, now turning the colour of clouds on dark day. Her life slowly being snatched from her grasp as if she was being cruelly tortured for wrong doings.

3 months prior

  Her eyes connected with mine and I felt a hollowness run through my veins. I finally understood why people call it eye contact. I felt as if she was talking to me through the pupils in her ravishing eyes. Her message did not seem to be friendly, but there was something about it I couldn't let go. I snapped out of it when I vaguely heard my name being bellowed from the front of the room. As I turned Ms Baldwin's face greeted me, her pulsing veins far to close for comfort. I could here her wretched soulless heart beating as she moved closer towards me. She spit her words at me like venom from a snakes tongue.
"Mr Peterson if your thoughts are wandering then I thinks it's best you follow them, right out of this classroom and to see Mrs Wright"
 Reluctantly, I heaved by bag over my aching shoulder and swung out the door. I liked the school halls better anyway. The airy silence bought a thousand thoughts, the twisted ideas weaving in and out of my mind scape. None of the distractions that come when sitting in a crowded room listening to some old hag babble on about Al-Ja-Bra. I don't care for learning. Never have, never will. I do though. I looked around swiftly. I adore learning. No one else was around, but the thought was not my own. My thought process was slammed to a halt when a door creaked open and Mrs Wright stepped out.