Gideon
penguiknight/krantol
Jeremiah 29:11
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."
story time! (with an exclaimation point. pointy!) @ Tuesday, February 12, 2008
and here I was about to write a nice and deep story
then this distracted me
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
gimme abit to prep
Hunting
And you stood.
All quite, completely silent
eyes wide, alert, darting
surveying the gaps between the tall, leafless trees
the sun behind the mountain, yet its light hadn't quite been dim
a snap.
paw on fallen tree branch
Your head spun round.
a movement?
Cautiously moving backwards
a low growl
face of a beast sprang from the darkness
bits of seconds float by
staff comes quickly upwards, wasted time reacting
jaws inches from your face as it's smacked back
'don't stop to look, don't stop to look'
just run
carving a path through the fallen dried leaves as you run
it barks, with all the ferocity
of a true beast
killer instinct raw, unhidden
thump thump, boots against the ground
shrouds of darkness clump together
no time to consider, run.
more snapping of jaws
two, no three more
did he release the whole pack?
'no,' you think to yourself, 'I can do this'
'I'm fast enough'
the line of trees is ending
clearing into a
darkness
miles wide, more than you can jump
gaping hole in the floor
you slow down
nearly falling off
driven to cliffpoint
you turn
as the wolves, stop too
each a crimson, blood red
dimmed by the setting sun
a full pack
twenty-odd
they bare their teeth
with eyes that burn into you
now their gaze turns prideful
yes, you, their prey, has been caught
nowhere to turn, your thoughts begin to spin
'no, please no, I'm too young'
'its still early for my life'
your legs give way, you don't sense it
fallen to your knees
you beg, you plead
sobs escape from your mouth
tears from your eyes
head bowed, eyes closed
you await the inevitable
the wolves part, the biggest one walking through them
his face a satisfied smug
teasingly, his tail brushes your back
he lifts his head to your neck
and his teeth go down, slowly
piercing the skin ever so lightly
a shudder goes down your spine
you raise your head
eyes scanning the faces of the wolves
black spots begin to accompany them
before growing big
you fall backwards
the last image the wolf's grin
you awake
moonlight bright behind your eyelids
you sit up, legs numb
hands reach up to your neck, feeling the scar of the bite
And you know
from that day, you have been marked
destined to pine for another
destined to experience minutes of pure joy and days of torture
destined to
love
The trees are withered, dead as you walk past them
knowing they can only ever sprout, grow
when he's near.
knowing that you will live on moonlight
till his sunlight shines into your life
NIIIIIII
still feels... a little weird
shall tweak it some other time
(edit: ignore.)
then this distracted me
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
gimme abit to prep
And you stood.
All quite, completely silent
eyes wide, alert, darting
surveying the gaps between the tall, leafless trees
the sun behind the mountain, yet its light hadn't quite been dim
a snap.
paw on fallen tree branch
Your head spun round.
a movement?
Cautiously moving backwards
a low growl
face of a beast sprang from the darkness
bits of seconds float by
staff comes quickly upwards, wasted time reacting
jaws inches from your face as it's smacked back
'don't stop to look, don't stop to look'
just run
carving a path through the fallen dried leaves as you run
it barks, with all the ferocity
of a true beast
killer instinct raw, unhidden
thump thump, boots against the ground
shrouds of darkness clump together
no time to consider, run.
more snapping of jaws
two, no three more
did he release the whole pack?
'no,' you think to yourself, 'I can do this'
'I'm fast enough'
the line of trees is ending
clearing into a
darkness
miles wide, more than you can jump
gaping hole in the floor
you slow down
nearly falling off
driven to cliffpoint
you turn
as the wolves, stop too
each a crimson, blood red
dimmed by the setting sun
a full pack
twenty-odd
they bare their teeth
with eyes that burn into you
now their gaze turns prideful
yes, you, their prey, has been caught
nowhere to turn, your thoughts begin to spin
'no, please no, I'm too young'
'its still early for my life'
your legs give way, you don't sense it
fallen to your knees
you beg, you plead
sobs escape from your mouth
tears from your eyes
head bowed, eyes closed
you await the inevitable
the wolves part, the biggest one walking through them
his face a satisfied smug
teasingly, his tail brushes your back
he lifts his head to your neck
and his teeth go down, slowly
piercing the skin ever so lightly
a shudder goes down your spine
you raise your head
eyes scanning the faces of the wolves
black spots begin to accompany them
before growing big
you fall backwards
the last image the wolf's grin
you awake
moonlight bright behind your eyelids
you sit up, legs numb
hands reach up to your neck, feeling the scar of the bite
And you know
from that day, you have been marked
destined to pine for another
destined to experience minutes of pure joy and days of torture
destined to
love
The trees are withered, dead as you walk past them
knowing they can only ever sprout, grow
when he's near.
knowing that you will live on moonlight
till his sunlight shines into your life
NIIIIIII
still feels... a little weird
shall tweak it some other time
(edit: ignore.)
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7:05 PM