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He’d always been a logical man.
It started out as something of a coping mechanism. When his mother went off on her schizophrenic rants, he retreated by analyzing just where her arguments failed. When his wife’s bipolar disorder led to increasingly irrational decisions, he handled out by pointing out the flaws and bringing her back to Earth.
It didn’t always work on his teenage daughter, but he could deal with that.
When his wife began to speak of The Tall Man, he discarded her ramblings as just a product of overexposure to Lovecraft and bad horror movies.
When she didn’t stop speaking of it, his logic failed him.
Such a being could not exist. All known laws of reality said it was impossible. This could not be real.
He continued to say that as the abomination plunged its tentacles into his mind.
And he realized he’d been wrong.
Now, there was only one logical course of action. Contain his wife, dispose of his daughter, and be another servant of Him.
When his daughter escaped, taking his wife with her, he felt a little part of him break. He’d failed. Beaten by an 18-year-old girl and her sick mother. This was intolerable.
So he set out to find them.
It wasn’t that hard, when he tried. The network of souls enslaved to Him allowed him to track them down quickly enough. He felt no fear, no doubt, nothing but cold logic and allegiance to Him. What more did he need?
His daughter barely put up a fight.
He returned successful, his wife nearly out of her already-fragile mind with terror, his daughter bloody and unconscious in the back seat of the car. She was locked into her room, while his wife was turned over to Him. Some distant piece in the back of his mind quivered at what He would do to his wife, but that was not for him to know. His wife didn’t even scream as she faced Him, only stood there with face set in stone. He didn’t stay to watch.
The hours passed as he stood watch outside his daughter’s door, waiting for new orders. They came as a whisper in his thoughts. she may have the same. bring her.
He opened his daughter’s door.
And there she was. Staring at him. Brown eyes wide and eerily calm.
“Are you going to kill me, Daddy?”
“Dad, I know…I know you’re a proxy, I know you can’t help me, but I still love you anyway. And I know that something in you still loves me.”
It was like coming out of a fog.
“Hurry.” She blinked once, then nodded and grabbed her backpack. He led her down the stairs, each step like leaping across a canyon. Whispers were filling his mind, his breath hurt, anger pulsed around him like the heartbeat of a god. He stumbled as he made his way to his desk, where her wallet and keys were locked in a drawer. Words tumbled out of his mouth, something about transferring money and getting out of town. They made it outside before he shuddered to a stop.
There was fire.
Burning, death, terror, screaming, his daughter racing back to him, him pushing her away, yelling at her to go, run, don’t look back, don’t look back, you’ll die, it’s too late for me, go. She hesitated, and he shouted it again. She was crying, but she ran.
And He was here.
As His rage slammed into him with the force of a sun and the pain tore his body to pieces, one free thought lingered in his mind.
It was the logical thing to do.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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Sunday, January 30, 2011
Once again, I am stricken with the curse of update failure (and a general inability to type normally, keep having to go back to fix typos).
Nothing's been happening. I should be working right now on a Criminal Justice paper, but instead I'm going to babble on about something entirely different.
Ever heard of him?
He's a humanoid-eldritch abomination thingy that was born on the Internet and has become something of an urban legend on the Tubes. Started in the Something Awful forums, and now there are blogs and vlogs and all kinds of crazy stuff written by people who are being "stalked by him." Most of the time, it ends horribly.
So. It's pretty cool, if terrifying stuff (and very well put together, most of it). I'm following a couple of the Slender blogs right now and waiting for Marble Hornets to release its next installment (the original Slender vlog, scary stuff in there). If you want to know more, there's a big article on TV Tropes that's all about him and the stories associated with him.
And before anyone gets the idea, no, this is not going to turn in a Slender Man blog. I'm not cut out for writing horror. Happy swords-and-sorcery is more up my alley.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I'm going to bed soon (hah, what a joke, I'll probably be up for a while longer wasting time), but before I attempt to hang out with Morpheus, I thought I'd share a Creative Writing assignment with you.
The homework was to read a chapter on voice in writing and then pick one of the challenges in the chapter. I selected "an ode to something trivial or silly." And so...
Thursday, January 13, 2011
WOW. I fail at staying regular with this thing, don't I? Let me see, nothing posted since December 30, which means I have gone roughly two weeks without writing anything. Apologies to anyone still reading. I shall try my best to be a little more consistent from now, although I can't make any promises given my slightly ADD-nature.
So. I've started my second semester of college. I'm taking Honors World Religions, Honors English, Intro to Creative Writing, Intro to Sociology, and Intro to Criminal Justice. That's a lot of Honors and Intros. Creative Writing is by far the most enjoyable class I've had in a long time; I get to write angsty poetry and rambling stories and get points for it! Woo! For instance, our homework for last class was to listen to a piece of music we enjoy and then write whatever comes to mind. That's it. I picked "Lux Aeterna" from the movie Requiem for a Dream. It's a beautiful piece of music, so I'll stick it right here if anyone wants to listen to it. It actually managed to inspire me to write a scene that will be part of the climax of Dawn of Night, so that's awesome.
World Religions is unfortunately a little dull because the professor is very old and very drone-y. Anyone who's had a droner knows what I'm talking about. Our first topic is Hinduism, which is very different from anything I've studied before. After that, I believe we'll go into Buddhism, and then Islam, Judaism, and Christianity (not necessarily in that order; I can't remember exactly what it said on the syllabus).
So that's been my two weeks. I've been poking Dawn of Night, and it's sorta-kinda talking to me, more like a laryngitis-stricken whisper than a conversation, but I'll take what I can get. Maybe by next week I'll finish up chapter 5, but I can't say for certain.