Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Just Imagine For A Moment..

What if you got stuck in a never-ending tunnel, the harsh wind ushering you forward at alarming speeds, never willing you to slow nor stop. Maybe there could be others in this tunnel. Take a moment to imagine all this. The horror you must feel, so out of control, unable to keep hold or keep track. The outcries of anyone who first enters, which fade over time as one becomes more accustomed to the idea, though the confusion continues to wreak chaos in the mind; there is nothing you can possibly do to help yourself, no way of escaping. But, it is much too difficult to accept such a thought. No, anyone who enters this tunnel forever racks the brain for a way to end it.

Now, picture this: people begin to disappear around you in this dimly-lit, murky tunnel. They vanish into dust, leaving no trace of their ever being there. Where could they have gone? Were they able to escape? Perhaps you could, you would, disappear as well. Perhaps this was your way out. But how to disappear? One could not just simply will themselves to *poof* into thin air. Oh, but you wish you could, and the knowledge that you are completely unable to, and the idea that you may just be here forever while others may be escaping, nearly drives you to tears. But the enormous speed at which you are traveling immediately dries all waters that may flow from your eyes.

You still don't know how they disappeared, at this point, and you become increasingly frustrated as you attempt to fathom what mysterious force could possibly have caused this phenomenon. And why it hadn't taken you yet. By now most of the people in the tunnel are gone.

Finally you begin to slow down, just a little. Just enough to see what lies plastered against the walls of the tunnel. Faces. The faces of the others from you journey staring down at you, lifeless. The crimson drops from the dangling bodies echo through the cavern, and your eyes widen in shock and terror. Perhaps now you are glad you hadn't disappeared with the rest of them? Perhaps you are just a bit more gracious of your current state, of your place in the tunnel?

Still, you don't know how this happened. How could they- Who would think to- Why aren't I- Is probably what runs through your head right now. You don't have a particular emotion right now, it's more like all feelings, mixed into a bitter juice and shoved down your throat.

Now the wind speeds you up again, and you try not to turn back as you move away from the others. There, in the distance, now lies what looks like the end of the tunnel: a beam of light that throws rainbows onto the walls and hope into your heart. Your mouth opens in surprise (and a bit of excitement), as the ray of light grows bigger and bigger. Finally, you reach the end, and your little smile drops, but the mouth remains agape.

The largest and most grotesque creature you could possibly imagine gives off a sort of repulsing glow. Its face is full of hairy lumps, puss gushing, and a mouth the likes of which could make you faint just by the smell. Its teeth are a color which teeth should not be, and a chunky swamp-colored liquid oozes through the parting of its lips. There are many more features that are sickening to the eye, but are better left to your own imagination.

As you approach, its disgusting mouth widens into a nasty grin. Its laugh sprays the chunky drool over you, causing you to shiver in both contempt and fear. It brings its face closer to yours, and stares into your wide, frightened eyes with his evil orbs of an indescribable color. You try to step back from it but the wind keeps you where you are. The creature opens its mouth again, this time to speak.

"Hello, my precious darling," it utters, stroking your chin with its huge, slimy finger.

You scream as its mouth widens to welcome you inside, and your cries continue as you land between its teeth, for the scene stops abruptly, becoming a pure darkness, and you swing yourself up into a sitting position. Your blankets are rumpled, scattered all over the bed, and a bit of sweat and drool dots your pillow. You lay back down and bury your face in the soft, yet damp, cushion, grateful just to be alive.

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