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Welcome to the Shorts Page!
No, not shorts like this <<.
Here, I write various, various short things that come to my mind for no good reason. Some are from dreams, some are quite violent, and some are downright STUPID. So keep in mind that some of these involve torture, bloodshed, creative ways of murder, etc. Not my fault, I just have an uncontrollable urge to write sometimes.
Please, do NOT take any of these stories and use them for your own purposes. I worked very hard on them, and that would just kill all I've worked for. Besides, if you want to use them as your own, they must be pretty good, right? And you wouldn't want such a good author to be discouraged from putting any more of his stories online, right? Because then you couldn't read them. So yes, these are owned by me, not anybody else. Do not take them.
1. "Wall" Taken from my derranged thoughts. (Recently revised, and still in the proces of being revised)
I could have been in better situations. But no. Not this time. I was in an unbelievably long rectangular room. The whole floor was a conveyor belt, like a treadmill, moving me toward the opposite wall. To my right, there was one-way glass concealing the control room. I tried to think back. First, I was leading a peaceful protest, and next thing I knew, I was on a conveyor belt to my death. I knew about that wall across from me, which I was getting closer to. I had watched some of my coordinate protestors killed this same way. Hidden in that wall opposite me, there were spikes. Rows of spikes, running all across, up and down, left and right, hidden within the wall. When you reach the wall, the spikes begin to thrust from it quickly, row by row, starting from the bottom, with pauses in between rows that felt like eternities. So it was only a matter of time before I met that fate.I had tried going in the opposite direction in which conveyor belt was moving, but whenever I did, it just met my speed until I stopped, then it continued at its normal, slow pace. I tried running, but the one in the control room skillfully raised the speed of the belt, so I got nowhere. I grew tired, sweat dripping from my face. I ran more against the belt, faster, trying to buy at least a little time, until I was all worn out. I could barely even move. I was almost there. All I could do was wait for my unquestionable demise. I looked at the one-way glass that hid the control room from me, and I could envision a sharp-toothed, evil man, laughing at my fate. I turned my back away from the death wall; it seemed that it would be more comfortable that way.Finally, my back touched the wall, and by some strange force, my whole body was pulled to the wall. My arms were forced to my sides, and my head was stuck looking straight forward away from the wall. The wall's metal was wet and sticky with blood. With one last glance to the control room, I awaited the spikes. Five long minutes passed, and then it began. The bottom row of spikes thrust out, through my heels and out the tops of my feet, just before my toes. I tried to look down, but I wasn't able to. My head was stuck against the wall. The second row went through my shins- I heard the crack of bone and felt the warm blood running down my leg. The third went through my kneecaps, and I flinched quite a bit, leaning to the side, trying to get away from the pain. But by now, the pain was indescribable and I knew it would end in my death. I had been yelling out this whole time. I couldn't think enough to get intelligent sentences out, so I just shouted at the top of my lungs. The next row of spikes went through my hips and crushed the resident bones; I felt my pelvis collapse as one half scraped and crumbled along the other. All the muscles from my hips down just stopped; the only reason I had not fallen to the floor at that point was that strange hold the wall had on me. I was squirming around and screaming short, deafening shrieks that pierced the air. The fifth row of spikes shot through my upper stomach, and I could feel their tips sticking out of my flesh from in between my ribs. I shrieked louder and louder, though no one could hear me. It was in that instant that I noticed, on the other side of the room, a window. A window I could have jumped out of when I was put in this room in the first place. I could have escaped before this whole ordeal had even started. I cursed my stupidity, knowing that the window could do me no good now. Then, the sixth row. They went through my upper chest, shattering my shoulder blades and stabbing through just below my collar bone. It was a wonder that row hadn't pierced my heart and killed me on the spot. No, it wasn't until the seventh row that I died; one spike cut my left ear while the other sliced into my brain and stuck out through the middle of my right eye.-
2. "Footsteps" Another from my thoughts.
I continued to wander, quite aimlessly, I admit, through the cursed forest. I had been lost for either nine or ten or eleven days now; the product of a walk for firewood gone terribly wrong. Camping was a completely bad idea, I was sorry then that I had even brought it up. It seemed that I had gotten farther and farther away from camp the more I walked; then there was always the dread that I was, indeed, walking in circles. I tried not to think about that, and instead attempted to find my way to any place that had at least a few of the necessities for life- hopefully with people, though I could have done with the remains of a fire and a bit of food fit for eating.
Now and again I found some good water, most often with the suspicion that it was contaminated with bacteria or something of the sort. But alas, I remained without disease, just as I had nervously hoped so many times. But food was a different story- beside the squished marshmallows I brought along in my pocket for a snack, I hadn’t eaten a single thing through the duration of these nine or ten or eleven days. I could never kill an animal- no, that wasn’t an option- and yet again with my suspicions: I thought of every appetizing plant I went by as being poisonous. This lack of food for so long had, as you may expect, induced in me extremely painful stomach cramps which, on several occasions, had left me with an inability to walk whilst I grinded my teeth and clenched my fists, wailing on the floor.
But perhaps even more hazardous to my health was the slight madness- no, not enough to drive me insane, but a small space pushed to the back of my mind that gradually seemed to be taking over my whole person. Such paranoia had I encountered and so increasingly was I stuck in fits of dizziness. Laughing at who knows what, and even bursting into a bawling array of tears after seeing a small dead bird lying on the leafy floor. I’d have eaten this had it not been nearly decomposed and covered in maggots. Simple, short periods of hysteria seemed all the more often and increasingly harder to recover from.
Then, on the ninth, tenth, or eleventh day, it started to rain. A lot of rain- huge, fat drops that nearly blinded me from seeing anything of my surroundings. I did see a flash of lightning, though; and heard the crash of thunder almost simultaneously. I needed to find shelter. By the light of the second bolt of lightning which struck the earth, I noticed, very luckily, a deep cave dug neatly out of a nearby solid rock hill. I entered as quickly as my legs would permit me and found it to be, somewhat to my surprise, quite cold inside. I looked about- the dreary coolness and dankness of the cave contrasted oppositely with the ever-warm and almost creepily joyful former state of the woods outside. But it was dry, and that was all I needed. Another flash-crash of lightning and thunder, and I knew the rain wouldn’t pass any time soon; so I composed myself and proceeded to delve deeper into my dry haven.
And so I casually walked farther inward, the pitter-patter of rain becoming less and less audible and the area around me becoming more and more deprived of light. I took care to stay away from the small spaces between the ever-increasing number of rocks, large and small, for fear of snakes and other animals that may also have taken refuge in the place. Then, when the rain was just an indistinct rumble in the background, I heard footsteps. I stopped walking momentarily, then continued. Maybe I was just imagining things. But alas, there they were again. They weren’t my footsteps, I was sure of that, as these came after my own; I stepped, heard my own footstep, then heard another of an unknown origin.
After testing this a bit more, I had finally come to the realization that I was indeed being followed. I looked back, but saw nothing besides the rain falling out in front of the cave’s entrance amongst darkness. “Hello?” I asked, but I heard no answer. “Hello?” I repeated. “Please, show yourself!” I demanded, my only answer being the echoed return of my plea. I decided again that I was hearing things, and I advanced further into the cave. But the footsteps returned, becoming quicker as I walked quicker, slower as I walked slower. I continued walking, my head turning back frequently, often asking them to show their face. As I reached the deeper parts of the cave, rocks, big and small, became increasingly common. But what caught my attention more was that the deeper into the cave I crept, the louder those cursed footsteps became. Louder and louder and louder! “Show yourself!” I shouted, and I was answered by “Show yourself!” in my own voice. I walked on, the footsteps beating rhythmically with my own, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I ran, shrieking maniacally, looking behind rocks, behind myself, behind everything. I hid in the farthest, deepest corners of the cave, hoping to get at least one moment of silence. But still, how they persisted! Louder and louder with each rushed step, faster and faster, bashing at my brain! I could find no more peace, I couldn’t think! A sudden crash and rumble of thunder startled me and made me jump, but the footsteps followed still. “Show yourself! SHOW YOURSELF! SHOW YOURSELF!” I screamed repeatedly, but the identity of my tormentor remained hidden. I was on the edge of my sanity, I couldn’t hold myself together! I had to silence these constant footsteps! I ran, shrieking, and fell. Upon picking myself up, I spotted a large, nearby rock and laughed crazily as I rushed to it, ignoring the footsteps. I grabbed it with both hands with all my might and hit my head against it. Again, again, and again, as hard as I could to get rid of those wretched footsteps. Several more, and I stood up, my head bleeding greatly and the blood running down to the demented smile spread across my lips.
I moved slowly from the rock. The footsteps were gone. With the greatest feeling of relief I had ever felt, I began to walk comfortably. But they returned. I ran back to the rock, tripping over my own feet, and chuckled as I slammed my head against it over and over, my skull shattering, the rock growing soaked with my blood. I stopped suddenly and fell back. I laid on the floor. The smile had vanished from my face.
And as I lay on the cold stone floor, bleeding to death, the rain outside stopped and the sun shone forth. I heard the deep, deep echo of water dripping from the ceiling of the cave. Drip, drip! Drip, drip! I listened to the echo and sighed. Then I knew what had been following me.