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.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Tortured Souls Part One

Tortured Souls

 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.
"Mr Peterson, what illegal activities have you been dabbling in today."
I sighed heavily and replied. "Why so formal mother" I scoffed "Or should I say Step Monster"
 Mrs Wright/Step Monster/Jacqui, swiftly pulled her thick mousy brown hair into a tight ponytail. She thought it made her look more sophisticated, but really she just looked like a twat. Her makeup was caked on, her ponytail drooped and her dress pants bunched in weird places. I knew all of this because a week ago she had asked me about it.
("Does this look okay?")
("You look like a twat")
This also happened to be the same day my actual mother disappeared. No sooner then Mum had disappeared I discovered my father and Jacqui had eloped. Also Mum and Dad had been divorced for a long time and just "forgot to mention it". So February 19 is now, as I like to call it, Day of all the shitty things.
 Jacqui shoved the door to her office open and guided me inside with a disappointed look smothered on her face.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Runaway Part One

  Her blonde hair fluttered around in the wind. Her window sat open, propped up against a tall stick. The annoying sound of the television echoed up the hallway and into her room. She lifted her foot out of the covers and gently placed it on the floor. Slowly and silently, she tiptoed across the plush carpet. The wind howled outside carrying her dying dreams with them. She swung herself through the window frame and descended out. Quicker than a fox, she sprinted around the corner of her house and retrieved the duffel bag she had shoved in a bush earlier. Seeking transport and shelter she had stolen several hundred dollars while her parents dozed on the couch. Whilst unzipping the bag she scampered across the road and up the street. Soon enough she arrived at the train station, awaiting the arrival of her escape vehicle. The wind howled in the darkness of the early morning. Probably not the best night to get out of here. She raised her hood over her head, sat on the concrete and hugged her knees. She rocked back and forth in an attempt to warm her freezing body. She heard trees snap under the harsh conditions. Eventually she decided under the shelter would be safer. She rose to her feet wit pins and needles rushing up her legs.
"HEY GEORGIA"
She froze, captivated with fear. In the distance, the sound of the approaching train brought little comfort. She had been found and her freedom snatched out from underneath her. As the train came to a stop she felt a small hand on her shoulder.
"Georgia" A soft voice whispered "What are you doing out here this late"
 Although she knew she would now have to return home she felt warm inside. She rotated her head slowly. Before her stood a girl with sky blue eyes and mouse brown hair. Brenna.
"I'm just going for a walk" Georgia muttered.
Brenna scanned her up and down then glanced at her watch.
"With a duffel bag packed with clothes at 2:49 in the morning"
Georgia smiled innocently and shrugged her shoulders. Brenna looked at her with doubt splashed on her face. Eventually Georgia gave in and explained the predicament. An awkward silence coated the icy air.
"Take me with you" Brenna begged "It will be fun"
 Georgia was relentless at first then welcomed the idea. So the two girls leapt on the train, seeking an adventure.