August 21, 2007

Paint me a picture

Okay! Here we go
Picture a man, standing in the middle of pitch black. He's standing in the middle of nowhere, surrounded in total complete darkness. However, he can see himself. He checks his pockets and finds a knife, he waves it around, literally stabbing in the darkness... Suddenly, he stabs something... The victim jumps and cowers away. The tugging by the victim twists the knife and it is pulled out... Curious, the man looked at his metal knife. Nothing. Clearly he should see blood, but he does not.

As he looks around to see if he could find his victim. He shouts out his apology, but no voice can be heard from him. He strains himself and continues to scream his remorse. He is silenced. His left hand begins to pulse unnaturally. A slimy feeling comes across his hand. He pulled it up towards his face, a heart, still beating with a knife wound. It jets out blood pulse by pulse. "What is it?" the man questions himself. "Did I.... do this? What have I done?" The blood on his hands stretches onto his arm, then towards his shoulder, then to his chest. He unbuttons his shirt to see streaks of blood crawling across his body. "What is this!!?" The red stain vanishes from his skin. Scared, the man checked his hand, nothing. The wounded heart disappeared.

"Was that a dream?" A voice says softly. "Who's there!!?" silence. There was no response. For a while, the man panicked and his heart starts to race. Paranoia sets in, his pupils dilate, hair on his neck stood up like a marching army. A drop of water is heard. Then quickly followed by another. The pace of the water speeds up. The man walks towards the sound. Silence again. He looks at where he stands. His whole body starts to flicker like a broken light bulb.

"What have I done?"
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2 comments:

Random in the corner said...

wow, you didnt steal it

said...

did the pimp stab his hoe