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what follows is part seed of short story, part dream; i did have that and other dreams as horrible (or interesting, depends how you look at it) in these hot sticky nights... thought that i'd hide most of it since it's not a very good story (although i do feel there's something there, just possibly) and i shouldn't inflict my ramblings on unsuspecting fellow lifers.... er, lifejournallers... but
The fan is at full blast, moving the hot air around; the window is open, bringing in the amplified version of hte Kentish Town Road night soundtrack: police cars, one after the other, a fire engine after a while, drunken shouting in the distance, more police sirens across the landscape, a female laughter
next thing is the mesh, it is not metal, but a kind of plastic. You can tear it,it takes some effort. It sort of glows in the dark, like the stuff Cristina wears for the Slime. We can hear the grunting -not quite roaring, a very low pitch noise, the expression of some anger that we cannot imagine. I get to the other side, then have to pull her through to get her to the other side. I recognise this place, even in the dark. It is my old bedroom, I imagine I can make out my old posters and grafitti on the walls. Maybe I do imagine it. We run across hte room towards the rectangle of blue of the window; through it you can see El Avila mountain in the distance and a big yellow moon beginning to climb the skies above it.
There are a million stars in the sky and yet there is a sort of mist shredding itself apart as it crawls knee high. There are no lights in the houses nor the lamposts. It's getting closer and we must get out of here but I know no other place, this is my house and I don't want to leave it. We have come back to it to find something lives in here whose nature we don't know but which we know we can't escape from, or kill and yet we have to try. I open the window just in time, she cries and trips up and i turn around in time to see its face, if a face it is, appearing through the torn uv mesh. I grab her and throw her on my dad's desk by the window, i push her so she slides out of the room and i follow her as fast as I can but
It is too hot, cannot sleep. Need some water. No sirens outside. I'm breathless and restless, this heat is just horrible. Drink some water, sit against the headboard for a minute, look outside, throw the blanket away....
.. It is still chasing after us, I daren't jump down to the street, we'd surely kill ourselves if we tried, can't climb to the neighbour's flat roof either. The door smashes open, there it is and I have to face it. Where is she? where is she gone? I'm alone in front of that creature and cannot escape. The sky is darker, the creature lets a soft roar like mocking laughter... then speaks to me with words i can't make out, but the horrifying thing is that it speaks to me with my own voice. I scream and run.....
So I sit by the bed and reach for the bottle of water. I can't remember what it was with any clarity, just the terror, my heart pounding and the sound of my voice screaming, as if it came from somewhere else, outisde my body. A car drives past, a woman's voice on the street. Turn the light , the radio on, maybe read. It is too hot, too hot.....
and as i close my eyes I hear the low rumbling of the beast.....
The fan is at full blast, moving the hot air around; the window is open, bringing in the amplified version of hte Kentish Town Road night soundtrack: police cars, one after the other, a fire engine after a while, drunken shouting in the distance, more police sirens across the landscape, a female laughter
next thing is the mesh, it is not metal, but a kind of plastic. You can tear it,it takes some effort. It sort of glows in the dark, like the stuff Cristina wears for the Slime. We can hear the grunting -not quite roaring, a very low pitch noise, the expression of some anger that we cannot imagine. I get to the other side, then have to pull her through to get her to the other side. I recognise this place, even in the dark. It is my old bedroom, I imagine I can make out my old posters and grafitti on the walls. Maybe I do imagine it. We run across hte room towards the rectangle of blue of the window; through it you can see El Avila mountain in the distance and a big yellow moon beginning to climb the skies above it.
There are a million stars in the sky and yet there is a sort of mist shredding itself apart as it crawls knee high. There are no lights in the houses nor the lamposts. It's getting closer and we must get out of here but I know no other place, this is my house and I don't want to leave it. We have come back to it to find something lives in here whose nature we don't know but which we know we can't escape from, or kill and yet we have to try. I open the window just in time, she cries and trips up and i turn around in time to see its face, if a face it is, appearing through the torn uv mesh. I grab her and throw her on my dad's desk by the window, i push her so she slides out of the room and i follow her as fast as I can but
It is too hot, cannot sleep. Need some water. No sirens outside. I'm breathless and restless, this heat is just horrible. Drink some water, sit against the headboard for a minute, look outside, throw the blanket away....
.. It is still chasing after us, I daren't jump down to the street, we'd surely kill ourselves if we tried, can't climb to the neighbour's flat roof either. The door smashes open, there it is and I have to face it. Where is she? where is she gone? I'm alone in front of that creature and cannot escape. The sky is darker, the creature lets a soft roar like mocking laughter... then speaks to me with words i can't make out, but the horrifying thing is that it speaks to me with my own voice. I scream and run.....
So I sit by the bed and reach for the bottle of water. I can't remember what it was with any clarity, just the terror, my heart pounding and the sound of my voice screaming, as if it came from somewhere else, outisde my body. A car drives past, a woman's voice on the street. Turn the light , the radio on, maybe read. It is too hot, too hot.....
and as i close my eyes I hear the low rumbling of the beast.....
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's cool. Which is more than I can say for my flat. *sigh*
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this flat is a sauna, but ricardo just came in saying it's even worse outside...
what you doing today, then? f:) x
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hope you had a very good week-end
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