Down that Way

Posted in Fiction on September 23, 2009 by GuNNhead

“Look at this crazy car. C’mon, look at it! This shit’s crazy.”
“It certainly is a buzz-worthy thing.”
“Whatever, I don’t think you ‘get’ it. Let’s go for a drive.”
“It really doesn’t look all too safe.”
“Relax! Let’s go somewhere, some, crazy, hellish drive.”
“Well, okay, but only because I’ve got a feelin’ that today is a lucky day.”

They hop in the car, and go barrelling down the dirt road, dust, sand, and rocks flying behind them, kicked up from the tires. Soon, it’s night time, and the car is surrounded on this road by overhanging trees. Decrepit branches reach out for them in the darkness. Coming across a small, secluded radio station, they stop in and ask for information on the surrounding area. The only person working at the time is the DJ. Between songs, he comes to the front desk.

“I like ya, but make it quick.”
“Heya, we just wanna know where the action is tonight.”
“Well, you’ve definitely come to the right place then, because you are where the action is.”
“What even the fuck does that mean?”
“There’s a bar a few miles down the road, and I hear somethin’ nuts is goin’ on tonight, I myself am headin’ there after my show. Time’s up, gotta go!”

The two head out of the station and back to that crazy car, and drive to the bar. It’s a run down sort of place, surrounded by pickup trucks and semis; real foreboding, like an old log cabin that was turned into a restaurant in the 60s, then devolved into a biker bar in the 80s, and finally came to rest in this present time, as some crazy hellish amalgamation of enjoyment and danger.

“This place is perfect.”
“Still not lookin’ safe, man.”
“Feel the extreeme power of young years on your side.”
“What?”
“Ugh, I’m going in.”

Inside of the bar, hushed whispers are barely audible.
“Anyone knows ‘em?”
“I don’t like ‘em, that much I know.”
The two didn’t catch much of the mumbles over the music, but there was a group of crazy, hellish looking group looking at them from the corner of the bar, and the two sure caught it when they said,
“Some day you may lose them all.”
“Work for your specialty”

Pausing for a moment,
“I won’t go.”
“To the bar?”
“To the bar, not gunna do it, let’s go, those guys are gunna beat us up and kill us and all sorts of crazy hellish shit I don’t even wanna deal with.”
“Don’t rely on luck in such important question as your combativity!”

Approaching the bar, they notice that bartender is eyeing them as well.
“Dos cervezas por favor, señor.”
“Yeah, sure.”
As the two beers arri

[Error 404 – Not Found]

The 18-Wheeler pulls out onto the highway, and off into the sunset; the crazy car highly visible in the scorched cargo trailer, molten metal having left a giant hole.

“Come on, let’s go this way.”
“Why would we go this way, and not that way?”
“Why would we go this way? Why, well, because there’s life down this way, a chance at a new life, the chance to live, and to be free. And that way, why would we not go that way? Because… there’s only death down that way.”

2 Comments »

The Outside Part 2

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on September 21, 2009 by GuNNhead

It feels like everything ends up being insignificant, but rarely in the moment; insignificant people leading insignificant lives, breathing insignificant breaths, drinking insignificant water from an insignificant source from an insignificant cup. Insignificant jobs, insignificant pay, insignificant coworkers, insignificant buses, insignificant traffic, insignificant small talk.

Internally.

Externally, there is an entire system at work, there are always incalculable systems at play, to make the cup, to clean the water and make sure all the insignificant people are able to imbibe. It is mind boggling when one truly gets down to it. Billions of people over the course of history eventually created all of these people, and they all will eventually find meaning on the other side, there is something, a path that’s to be followed, and chain of possibility and determination that which cannot be ignored. Even our very cells cry out for something, something more. There is a developed system at play even inside all of us, simply to ensure we function correctly. Yes, we have modified it in most circumstances, but that is now merely part of the experience of being alive. I, personally, have had my cells modified, but can still plainly see the connection of lineage and thought trees that created who I am now, and how I came to be here. This all fits. It all fits, no matter how you look at it, it all fits, and will fit. It just makes sense, every last iota of it all, the entire universe and all the dimensions make sense, in the long, fateful run of it. We’re both the painter and the puzzle maker, but there is something, some, grand, cosmic, scheme that already knows what we will see once we paint each individual piece and what the epic majesty of the puzzle-painting will be once we assemble it.

Let us keep existing:

In life, there are allusions that must be seen, allusions to what we must suppose are the truths beyond the grave. If one can see, or learn to see, these connections, these allusions in our everyday life, if you can see that strings that fate has on all of our corporeal forms, then you can live life happily, knowingly, for fate smiles upon those who see her strings. She sees this as the puppet finally coming to life, taking a life of its own, an intelligence acquired from beyond the stars, within our selves.

Knowing of my fate:

I know how to repair this ship from the outside, I can do it, since the problem cannot be fixed from inside. None have ever been outside, inside of this dimensional pocket. Though, it’s impossible to read if it’s really a pocket, or the truest expanse of our own dimension, with more beyond that. It’s not my fate to remain in this empty ship and die, it can’t be, I know fate has more in store for me. I’m going to take my chances out there, fix my ship, and return home. The Gravity of the situation is not lost on me, and it may never be. Perhaps, no matter the truth, it’s time to ascend through the cosmic dimension.

1 Comment »

The Outside Part 1

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on September 18, 2009 by GuNNhead

Trapped in hyperspace, surrounded by sights I can never hope to understand in this nowhere to be found dimension. The warp engine disengaged irregularly, and instead of taking me out of the drive utilized for faster than light travel, it trapped me here, this… dimension. I’ve exhausted my options and ideas in trying to repair it. It’s as if I’m frozen in a lake, a misty, covered space. I’ve been alone for so long now, surviving easily off the provided supplies, I could probably survive much longer, but the question has been biting at me: do I want to? What does it mean to die?

As I remain motionless out here, I think back upon my entire life. It was good, but mundane. Though, I suppose most could say that about their own lives. I enjoyed it, for the most part. I always looked up beyond the sky, and wondered if I would ever get up here; I’m happy that I get to eventually die so specially, the first man to die of starvation in hyperspace. Well, it’s more of a personal record, as I’ll never be found, and, well, I know that others have been lost in space, but since they were lost and never found, I can still say that I’m the first to die like this, they could have died by so many other means.

I’ve set out from my home planet, Loameria, to find myself, to explore, tour the universe’s wonder. Now, I hope there’s an afterlife to explore. Or, rather, that there is no ‘afterlife’, that after this life is our next stage in evolution. Maybe the idea of becoming a being of pure essence is possible. After this life, which is used to gain a frame of reference, the essence of ourselves leaves that earthly husk, and is taken on a similar tour I had planned for myself, to be able to communicate of a higher level with all of the beings that passed the trail of life. Maybe we unify the universe when we arrive in the ever after.

Outside my spaceship, the lights blind while the darkness gives me vision. There is movement, perhaps. I’d call it swirling, but it’s not quite swirling, or even spinning or rotating, though it gives me the feeling that that’s what it’s doing. The outside. It’s unknowable. It’s bright, but I can’t see the light, I can only see the darkness as a light. The shapes are none like I’ve ever seen, they almost make no sense in my brain, but I can see them as clear as possible. It’s all enveloped in the othergrey. I’m enveloped. I’ve been alone for weeks, but have never felt lonely, left to my own devices. The outside, this dimension, keeps my mind.

1 Comment »

The Idlers

Posted in Fiction, Sci-Fi on September 14, 2009 by GuNNhead

Emotionless and icy parasites that traverse the deep void of space in search of suitable hosts; they have scoured the universe for aeons attempting the find the perfect place to take up residence. They have visited many worlds, and most found a home, but there are always those who have to desire to travel beyond what is known, to find other beings to find out if their life can be better, more invigorating. With their size and voyage form, they have run into very few problems with the species that they encounter. It also prevents damage from planets with ozone layers. They are extremely adaptable, though many fleets have been known to have perished upon arrival on inhabitable planets, as they are a simple beings, they do not have the technology to assess which planets will be suitable. When fleets are deployed by the central mentality, it does so only once they have a strong enough understructure to pose no risk of eradication to those who will remain planet-side.

It is not to say, however, that these beings have never been bested, or simply were not compatible with the planet’s current life forms. There is one instance, where the beings that they encountered were ready and prepared for this unprovoked attack. The sizes of both species were comparable, and they remained locked in battle for days. Many on the planet lost their lives as did all of the parasites. The central mentality has disallowed any and all attempts to that planet for the time being, it was not easy to spread. On multiple other planets, they were exceptionally small, which made them exceptionally powerful. They invaded the beings on this world, and caused mass death and panic. People’s heads would explode from pressure built up inside by the parasite. Their blood boiled, searing their innards and their flesh. Mucus drained from their bodies as torrents. The parasite was simply too strong for this new host could not repopulate; the parasite died off quickly.

The most successful planets, where this parasite can live, long, happy lives are the ones where it can invade the inhabitants, disrupting their immune system to remove foreign bodies. There is one problem, however, the parasite eventually becomes too strong, ever evolving, for the inhabitants of the planet, and begins to destroy them in many various strains. Given time, growing and becoming stronger, the most powerful strains join as one, and are directed across the cosmos towards the great central mentality as it waits to become strong enough to infect the entire universe.

3 Comments »

Verevolves

Posted in Fiction, Horror with tags , on September 11, 2009 by GuNNhead

I must travel into the mountains to become free. There is no other option that I can see. I’ve done terrible things. On the brink of redemption, I failed. I must atone, completely detach from society, and find out who I am, who I’ve become, and who I can become.

I arrived in the forested mountains of Symkaria with naught but a backpack and building supplies. Finding a clearing, I immediately set up my tent, and began work cutting down nearby trees. I was to build a log cabin that would suit me till the end of my days, which I pray is a short distance that I must yet endure. Day in and day out, I would start my fire, chop wood, and try to catch whatever I could to eat, usually at night. It was often that I heard the wolves cry at the moon; their howls would put me to sleep some nights. It was summer when I began, good weather, and I was finished before the fall began to require me to have a proper roof over my head. It was a small cabin, just enough for me, and all the furniture was also made from whittled wood; after, of course finished the house.

Many moons passed, before the nearby town expanded – deforestation. This caused my food supply to shift, and then dwindle. It wasn’t long before hikers spotted me in the woods. The reports began, then people looking for me; my cabin deep within the woods was within walking distance from a town now. It was awful; I knew that soon, the ones I came to be free from will find me.

“Death to the glabrous!” The familiar cry tore through the sky one bright yet cloudy night. It awoke me with a start. He knows, I thought; how his howl rattles my bones. From my windowless cabin I could see nothing from my position, and, taking my gun, quickly moved to the hidden viewing panels. Outside, I saw that it was that beast Sgt. Kern and his war-dogs. 7 of them in total, I’m not sure if I can take them.
“I know you’re in there, Zahn, I can smell you!”
“My, what a big nose you have!”
“If you think tha—” I shoot his nose off.

The howls come from all sides immediately, and they begin to attempt to tear down my cabin. There’s not much I can do from inside, so I break out of the front door firing blind. They start to chase after me when the moonlight hits me, I begin to turn, to, change. Within seconds they’re on top of me, tearing at my flesh and fur. I strike back at them, shooting two through the heart, tearing the trachea out of another. But it’s no use, they hold me down as Kern personally takes a chunk out of my throat, leaving me there for dead.
“You don’t quit us, Zahn.”

Epilogue:
I woke up days later in the town’s hospital; some hikers found me in the morning and got me here. There were no other bodies around me. It was chalked up to a wolf attack, and I was allowed to leave in a week or so. I knew I couldn’t go back to how it was, living freely, and winding down the rest of my life in peace. I had to find Sgt. Kern, kill him and his remaining war-dogs while I have the element of surprise. I just can’t sit idly by any longer as he tries to turn the human race into cattle. With blood on my hands, freedom will be mine.

2 Comments »

« Older Entries
Newer Entries »