Post by RoughWriters on Aug 26, 2010 20:50:31 GMT -6
The Reality of the Situation Ch01
Crisp and clean, fresh fallen snow crunches underfoot and the breeze that dances atop the ice now forming on his jacket whispers promises of the fate that befalls those who would stay in this desolate place. Sleep seeks to trap him forever in the ever lasting embrace of death. He stumbles on down the hillside, too fast, a misstep lands him on the ground and a thrust of pain bisects his body. He cannot will himself to stand further, the tears on his face chill him as they run down his face. Never again to be free, how he envy’s the birds that float of pillars of air, that he could do so would be true freedom. Vision blurs as the snow slowly begins to encase his body, well preserved, he laughs to himself. Snow filters through his open mouth and produces a trickle down his throat and he notices the pain from his side seeping away. Peaceful and without pain, there are worse ways to die, he thought.
Pain, again and again, his body moved to defend himself. Attempted to move were the more appropriate words. Then thin arms slid under him and handled him onto dry wood, he couldn’t see who had him before sleep claimed him.
Many stories are written about boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, and girl plays hard to get then falls for him, then marriage and whatnot. This is not one of those stories, reality doesn’t often make good stories, though I’ll let you decide. The year is whatever suits you; there is no historical account of this man, except for vague mentions by passersby. Please feel free to picture what he might look like since I will never provide an accurate photograph. I have none.
Warmth surged through my body as I sat up, I felt frantically for my pockets before realizing I was naked. I chuckled to myself, “Not again…” Although this situation seemed infinitely better than the others, well, some of the others. Normally I would have studied the room, noting windows, the location of any obvious weapons, and food. This was not normally though I was hungry, famished, and starved is another possibility. Then I turned around to find the first indication I was not alone. It’s really quite amazing the things you notice at times like these. Firstly, the gun barrel was completely spotless. Next after I had the gun as nearly meaningless, I found the young woman who held the gun to my forehead had absolutely no food about her person. I sighed, many women think men’s only focus is sexual, and I will have you know that is a lie. When starved and tired a woman’s appearance means next to nothing. In this case she would have been a goddess if she had had any type of food. She might have spoken, saying, “Stand up now!” but I cannot say precisely because the gun barrel spoke for her. The thought that I was naked never even crossed my mind. I stood then fell, I was still naked. She fell too, before this I had never seen a woman faint.
I realize that this is not the best way to meet women, though if you find yourself truly desperate, I heartily recommend it. Though try to make as much noise as possible and fall near a remote house with a beautiful girl inside whose parents just happen to be visiting town for supplies. I just got lucky to have this happen to me.
Clarity was returning to me, face down on the floor, wooden floor if you will believe that, I turned my head to look at my captor, she was on the floor too. Asleep, snoring softly. My first thoughts were, “Oh great, if she ever wakes up I get accused of something and get shot.” I laughed, but I already deserved that fate. My second thoughts were to lay there and go back to sleep until she woke up and realized I was still unconscious then slowly wake up, but hunger got the best of me. I got up, and then fell. I said a word that no person should ever say, yet I found myself saying it as somewhat of a reflex. Struggling to my knees I found a refrigerator, my mouth salivated involuntarily, opening the door I gasped. The problem with reality is that there are very few times where mountain cabins are fully stocked with ready-to-eat food. I contented myself with raiding the fridge of anything I found edible, some of which I was wrong about.
What I ended up with may shock and amaze those who have never experienced true hunger, a combination of tomatoes, pickles, relish, catsup, slightly moldy bread, more pickles, a half eaten sandwich, and a piece of what I thought was bell pepper. Later I found that it had been a tomato. I regret eating that.
Now that I was partially sated I began a cursory search of the room. It held a single window, already made unusable due to snow, the walls were an attempt at stucco, and the floor, which I had already studied at length looked to be many years old. Two passages led away from the kitchen area, they first from which I had come, contained two serviceable beds, various articles of furniture and one still unconscious girl. Then it occurred to me that I should find some clothing. Returning to the first room I found my clothes in one of the drawers of the dresser. They were not washed and perfectly comfortable, but they were dry and I naked. We made up our differences.
I contemplated what to do with my would-be captor. In all fairness, she had saved my life, so I owed her that. I contented myself with placing her on the bed I had previously occupied. She was still fully clothed even though I knew it was bad to let her sleep so. As a final touch I placed the gun into her unconscious palm after, of course, removing the bullets. Upon waking she would find herself unharmed and presumably armed. As she slept I laughed at her.
Returning to the kitchen I ate some more food, this time able to take more care with its preparation. As I had suspected the place was nearly empty of food except for emergency provisions. I remembered that there had been stories of cannibalism in situations like this, but I had already resolved to never eat another human or even chew on them, not even a nibble.
I hadn’t had much time to enjoy my food when once again a gun barrel was pressed to my head. In my defense I knew she was coming, the floorboards gave her away. “Alright,” she acted strong, “What did you do to me!? Who are you?”
“You’re still clothed and have a gun, what makes you think I did anything to you?” She remained silent for a time then, “There’s not enough food for the both of us.” Then she pulled the trigger.
It amazes me how much her logic closely followed my own and after a few clicks from the gun I stood up and turned around, leaning back on the table. “I don’t appreciate you trying to kill me.” She slunk to the floor and started crying. I was trying to be polite I really was, but I was pissed. “What’s wrong now!?” I let out in exasperation. She let out another sob, “You’re going to rape me aren’t you! Rape and kill me.”
This is exactly what I was trying to avoid, but there is no helping some people. I blame authors who are only looking for shock value.
“No, I have no intention of raping or killing you. Why do assume that?” She sat back, obviously surprised by this turn of events, “But that’s what all male strangers do.” I rolled my eyes, “Really! Wow, I never knew. And all this time I’ve been looking for my purpose in this world and now someone hands it to me on a silver platter. Thanks!” She started crying again. I overdid it. Oh well, some people just can’t take a joke. Albeit it was a bad one. “Come on, I was joking. I won’t do anything at all to you. You saved my life I’m grateful.” She froze like a deer in headlights. I inwardly moaned at where my own logic might have taken me in my younger years. “By the way, why did you save me if you thought I was going to rape and kill you?” She mumbled something. “Didn’t quite catch that.” I said. Our eyes met, “I was hungry.”
That was how we met.
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I wrote this when I was in academy so it may be a bit rough. This is 5 pages, double-spaced.
I'll look forward to comments and critique at the next meeting. Hopefully you enjoy this.
Crisp and clean, fresh fallen snow crunches underfoot and the breeze that dances atop the ice now forming on his jacket whispers promises of the fate that befalls those who would stay in this desolate place. Sleep seeks to trap him forever in the ever lasting embrace of death. He stumbles on down the hillside, too fast, a misstep lands him on the ground and a thrust of pain bisects his body. He cannot will himself to stand further, the tears on his face chill him as they run down his face. Never again to be free, how he envy’s the birds that float of pillars of air, that he could do so would be true freedom. Vision blurs as the snow slowly begins to encase his body, well preserved, he laughs to himself. Snow filters through his open mouth and produces a trickle down his throat and he notices the pain from his side seeping away. Peaceful and without pain, there are worse ways to die, he thought.
Pain, again and again, his body moved to defend himself. Attempted to move were the more appropriate words. Then thin arms slid under him and handled him onto dry wood, he couldn’t see who had him before sleep claimed him.
Many stories are written about boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, and girl plays hard to get then falls for him, then marriage and whatnot. This is not one of those stories, reality doesn’t often make good stories, though I’ll let you decide. The year is whatever suits you; there is no historical account of this man, except for vague mentions by passersby. Please feel free to picture what he might look like since I will never provide an accurate photograph. I have none.
Warmth surged through my body as I sat up, I felt frantically for my pockets before realizing I was naked. I chuckled to myself, “Not again…” Although this situation seemed infinitely better than the others, well, some of the others. Normally I would have studied the room, noting windows, the location of any obvious weapons, and food. This was not normally though I was hungry, famished, and starved is another possibility. Then I turned around to find the first indication I was not alone. It’s really quite amazing the things you notice at times like these. Firstly, the gun barrel was completely spotless. Next after I had the gun as nearly meaningless, I found the young woman who held the gun to my forehead had absolutely no food about her person. I sighed, many women think men’s only focus is sexual, and I will have you know that is a lie. When starved and tired a woman’s appearance means next to nothing. In this case she would have been a goddess if she had had any type of food. She might have spoken, saying, “Stand up now!” but I cannot say precisely because the gun barrel spoke for her. The thought that I was naked never even crossed my mind. I stood then fell, I was still naked. She fell too, before this I had never seen a woman faint.
I realize that this is not the best way to meet women, though if you find yourself truly desperate, I heartily recommend it. Though try to make as much noise as possible and fall near a remote house with a beautiful girl inside whose parents just happen to be visiting town for supplies. I just got lucky to have this happen to me.
Clarity was returning to me, face down on the floor, wooden floor if you will believe that, I turned my head to look at my captor, she was on the floor too. Asleep, snoring softly. My first thoughts were, “Oh great, if she ever wakes up I get accused of something and get shot.” I laughed, but I already deserved that fate. My second thoughts were to lay there and go back to sleep until she woke up and realized I was still unconscious then slowly wake up, but hunger got the best of me. I got up, and then fell. I said a word that no person should ever say, yet I found myself saying it as somewhat of a reflex. Struggling to my knees I found a refrigerator, my mouth salivated involuntarily, opening the door I gasped. The problem with reality is that there are very few times where mountain cabins are fully stocked with ready-to-eat food. I contented myself with raiding the fridge of anything I found edible, some of which I was wrong about.
What I ended up with may shock and amaze those who have never experienced true hunger, a combination of tomatoes, pickles, relish, catsup, slightly moldy bread, more pickles, a half eaten sandwich, and a piece of what I thought was bell pepper. Later I found that it had been a tomato. I regret eating that.
Now that I was partially sated I began a cursory search of the room. It held a single window, already made unusable due to snow, the walls were an attempt at stucco, and the floor, which I had already studied at length looked to be many years old. Two passages led away from the kitchen area, they first from which I had come, contained two serviceable beds, various articles of furniture and one still unconscious girl. Then it occurred to me that I should find some clothing. Returning to the first room I found my clothes in one of the drawers of the dresser. They were not washed and perfectly comfortable, but they were dry and I naked. We made up our differences.
I contemplated what to do with my would-be captor. In all fairness, she had saved my life, so I owed her that. I contented myself with placing her on the bed I had previously occupied. She was still fully clothed even though I knew it was bad to let her sleep so. As a final touch I placed the gun into her unconscious palm after, of course, removing the bullets. Upon waking she would find herself unharmed and presumably armed. As she slept I laughed at her.
Returning to the kitchen I ate some more food, this time able to take more care with its preparation. As I had suspected the place was nearly empty of food except for emergency provisions. I remembered that there had been stories of cannibalism in situations like this, but I had already resolved to never eat another human or even chew on them, not even a nibble.
I hadn’t had much time to enjoy my food when once again a gun barrel was pressed to my head. In my defense I knew she was coming, the floorboards gave her away. “Alright,” she acted strong, “What did you do to me!? Who are you?”
“You’re still clothed and have a gun, what makes you think I did anything to you?” She remained silent for a time then, “There’s not enough food for the both of us.” Then she pulled the trigger.
It amazes me how much her logic closely followed my own and after a few clicks from the gun I stood up and turned around, leaning back on the table. “I don’t appreciate you trying to kill me.” She slunk to the floor and started crying. I was trying to be polite I really was, but I was pissed. “What’s wrong now!?” I let out in exasperation. She let out another sob, “You’re going to rape me aren’t you! Rape and kill me.”
This is exactly what I was trying to avoid, but there is no helping some people. I blame authors who are only looking for shock value.
“No, I have no intention of raping or killing you. Why do assume that?” She sat back, obviously surprised by this turn of events, “But that’s what all male strangers do.” I rolled my eyes, “Really! Wow, I never knew. And all this time I’ve been looking for my purpose in this world and now someone hands it to me on a silver platter. Thanks!” She started crying again. I overdid it. Oh well, some people just can’t take a joke. Albeit it was a bad one. “Come on, I was joking. I won’t do anything at all to you. You saved my life I’m grateful.” She froze like a deer in headlights. I inwardly moaned at where my own logic might have taken me in my younger years. “By the way, why did you save me if you thought I was going to rape and kill you?” She mumbled something. “Didn’t quite catch that.” I said. Our eyes met, “I was hungry.”
That was how we met.
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I wrote this when I was in academy so it may be a bit rough. This is 5 pages, double-spaced.
I'll look forward to comments and critique at the next meeting. Hopefully you enjoy this.