Re: Random Writing
Posted: November 25th, 2012, 5:19:52 pm
Theme 30 Strange Visitor
The earth shattering sound broke my sleep and made me burst out of bed. The sun wasn't up yet in these few hours before dawn, but one could see that the birds flee from the forest as i looked out my window. My dog had been barking frantically soon afterwards and i knew that there was someone trying to get at my farm. I was far away from everything that it literally felt like i was in the middle of no where, but trespassers were not uncommon. I pulled my britches on as fast as i could and grabbed a hold of my shot gun before bursting through the front door. I cared not for a shirt, for this farm was all i had left and it was my means of survival. If i had trespassers they needed to be dealt with swiftly.
It was crisp out, feeling the grass underneath me riddled with frost. Thankfully my crops had been harvested in advance, as i held up my shot gun and made my way towards the forest. I looked along the large property making certain that there was no one trying to climb over the fence, to try and get at the barn from behind. My dog, Ranger, looked like he would take down a bull if he could. Reddish brown hackles were up and he growled deep and low while the two of us made our way to the forest line. There he still looked down right vicious and i have never seen him look so mean. Not even when we DID have trespassers did he look so terrifying.
Once at the forest line he seemed uncertain on whether he should go in. He would whine, dart in and than out. "What's wrong boy?" I asked my gaze going to the forest ahead then down at my dog. He barked and whined almost as if whatever was there was keeping him out. He certainly wanted in but he seemed scared.
" Ranger!" I called making him come up to me." Good boy. Sit. Stay." My dog obeyed without fail, tail wagging and a goofy smile on his face as he looked up to me. I patted his head and gave another good boy before turning to the forest. He whined not wanting me to go without him but i told him again to stay. I pressed through the brush, hearing the sound of crackling leaved underneath my boots hating the sound immediately. The sound would surely give me away as i crept to see where the problem was coming from. I strained to listen for any sounds that i could possibly hear over my incessantly breaking of leaves, and to my dismay and fright, i heard nothing. No morning birds to sing for the coming sun, no other critters scurrying about. Nothing.
It sent chills down my spine as my footsteps were the only thing to hear in this forest that was usually filled with life of all sorts. Thankfully in England i didn't have to worry about large predators wanting to take me down, but is this what it felt to be hunted?
I noticed a clearing coming up ahead and carefully made my way through. I noticed a few of the top branches of trees had been broken and even a tree had been felled. Something or someone must have fallen a great height, but from what? I didn't see any balloons passing over to suggest that someone may of been dropped, so this perplexed me even further.
I was hesitant crossing into the clearing, almost as if i was crossing some form of barrier and i wasn't welcome to. When i finally did cross over i nearly dropped my gun in surprise.
On the forest floor, where the grass and underbrush seemed pushed back by a big wind or by the impact, lay a girl. Dark hair and soft linens, she looked like someone of royalty and from India for her skirts were billowy, bright blue and silken. Gold embroidery and jewelery and her feet were completely bare. In fact there was more skin showing than any respectable woman should be showing. Arms bare and even her belly was barren, but her skin. Her skin was pale, not at all the tan of most Indians from that area. I nearly flushed at the sight of her if it wasn't for the fact that she had steal cuffs or shackles on her wrists. The were glaringly out of place and i could see that she had struggled for some time in them for they were dried with blood. Her wrists too seemed gashes and scabbed over.
Cautiously i put my shot gun to the side as i knelt down and crept closer to the girl. She was breathing which meant she was still alive! I looked up to the sky to see how it was possible for a girl so young and frail looking to have fallen a great height as that and come out with only scrapes and bruises. When close enough i reached out a hand to see if i could rouse her from her unconscious state when her eyes snapped open. She looked at me and in a blink of an eye she had a grip of my arm so intense it was like a vice.
Her eyes were strikingly pale but drawn in a vicious glare. The words that came out of her mouth i could not decipher, but it was like a mix of two languages. A flow to it yet harsh and abrupt. Like Latin and German melded together. I looked at her dumbstruck and she gripped tighter. I a grown man of 30 could not move my arm in this young girl's grip. She must of been what 17, and made me afraid that if i move my arm in protest she would break it! She spoke again, the same phrase in the same language.
" I don't understand!" i cried frantic that i would lose my arm all together if i didn't respond.
" Who are you? Where am i? How did i escape?" She spoke in English, but there was no trace of an accent of the previous language she had spoken before.
" I don't know!" I hissed in anger." You fell from something. I was making sure there was no trespassers on my farm when i found you! Now let me go!" I admit i felt like a child in this young woman's grip. Her eyes seemed to tell an age that far proceeded her youth like complexion.
Finally she let me go to let me nurse my arm. Even with her hands still bound together she was menacing as she looked at me with suspicion. My arm throbbed as i looked to see that her very hand prints were imprinted in my skin. I would end up with a massive bruise there now as i looked to her in fearful suspicion of my own.
" You...You're not human!" I shouted at her. Fear distastefully on my voice.
She smiled at me wickedly. Or was it sarcasm? " How perceptive, mortal." she replied mockingly," I am far from human......"
"Wh-.. What are you?"
" I'm a demon."
The earth shattering sound broke my sleep and made me burst out of bed. The sun wasn't up yet in these few hours before dawn, but one could see that the birds flee from the forest as i looked out my window. My dog had been barking frantically soon afterwards and i knew that there was someone trying to get at my farm. I was far away from everything that it literally felt like i was in the middle of no where, but trespassers were not uncommon. I pulled my britches on as fast as i could and grabbed a hold of my shot gun before bursting through the front door. I cared not for a shirt, for this farm was all i had left and it was my means of survival. If i had trespassers they needed to be dealt with swiftly.
It was crisp out, feeling the grass underneath me riddled with frost. Thankfully my crops had been harvested in advance, as i held up my shot gun and made my way towards the forest. I looked along the large property making certain that there was no one trying to climb over the fence, to try and get at the barn from behind. My dog, Ranger, looked like he would take down a bull if he could. Reddish brown hackles were up and he growled deep and low while the two of us made our way to the forest line. There he still looked down right vicious and i have never seen him look so mean. Not even when we DID have trespassers did he look so terrifying.
Once at the forest line he seemed uncertain on whether he should go in. He would whine, dart in and than out. "What's wrong boy?" I asked my gaze going to the forest ahead then down at my dog. He barked and whined almost as if whatever was there was keeping him out. He certainly wanted in but he seemed scared.
" Ranger!" I called making him come up to me." Good boy. Sit. Stay." My dog obeyed without fail, tail wagging and a goofy smile on his face as he looked up to me. I patted his head and gave another good boy before turning to the forest. He whined not wanting me to go without him but i told him again to stay. I pressed through the brush, hearing the sound of crackling leaved underneath my boots hating the sound immediately. The sound would surely give me away as i crept to see where the problem was coming from. I strained to listen for any sounds that i could possibly hear over my incessantly breaking of leaves, and to my dismay and fright, i heard nothing. No morning birds to sing for the coming sun, no other critters scurrying about. Nothing.
It sent chills down my spine as my footsteps were the only thing to hear in this forest that was usually filled with life of all sorts. Thankfully in England i didn't have to worry about large predators wanting to take me down, but is this what it felt to be hunted?
I noticed a clearing coming up ahead and carefully made my way through. I noticed a few of the top branches of trees had been broken and even a tree had been felled. Something or someone must have fallen a great height, but from what? I didn't see any balloons passing over to suggest that someone may of been dropped, so this perplexed me even further.
I was hesitant crossing into the clearing, almost as if i was crossing some form of barrier and i wasn't welcome to. When i finally did cross over i nearly dropped my gun in surprise.
On the forest floor, where the grass and underbrush seemed pushed back by a big wind or by the impact, lay a girl. Dark hair and soft linens, she looked like someone of royalty and from India for her skirts were billowy, bright blue and silken. Gold embroidery and jewelery and her feet were completely bare. In fact there was more skin showing than any respectable woman should be showing. Arms bare and even her belly was barren, but her skin. Her skin was pale, not at all the tan of most Indians from that area. I nearly flushed at the sight of her if it wasn't for the fact that she had steal cuffs or shackles on her wrists. The were glaringly out of place and i could see that she had struggled for some time in them for they were dried with blood. Her wrists too seemed gashes and scabbed over.
Cautiously i put my shot gun to the side as i knelt down and crept closer to the girl. She was breathing which meant she was still alive! I looked up to the sky to see how it was possible for a girl so young and frail looking to have fallen a great height as that and come out with only scrapes and bruises. When close enough i reached out a hand to see if i could rouse her from her unconscious state when her eyes snapped open. She looked at me and in a blink of an eye she had a grip of my arm so intense it was like a vice.
Her eyes were strikingly pale but drawn in a vicious glare. The words that came out of her mouth i could not decipher, but it was like a mix of two languages. A flow to it yet harsh and abrupt. Like Latin and German melded together. I looked at her dumbstruck and she gripped tighter. I a grown man of 30 could not move my arm in this young girl's grip. She must of been what 17, and made me afraid that if i move my arm in protest she would break it! She spoke again, the same phrase in the same language.
" I don't understand!" i cried frantic that i would lose my arm all together if i didn't respond.
" Who are you? Where am i? How did i escape?" She spoke in English, but there was no trace of an accent of the previous language she had spoken before.
" I don't know!" I hissed in anger." You fell from something. I was making sure there was no trespassers on my farm when i found you! Now let me go!" I admit i felt like a child in this young woman's grip. Her eyes seemed to tell an age that far proceeded her youth like complexion.
Finally she let me go to let me nurse my arm. Even with her hands still bound together she was menacing as she looked at me with suspicion. My arm throbbed as i looked to see that her very hand prints were imprinted in my skin. I would end up with a massive bruise there now as i looked to her in fearful suspicion of my own.
" You...You're not human!" I shouted at her. Fear distastefully on my voice.
She smiled at me wickedly. Or was it sarcasm? " How perceptive, mortal." she replied mockingly," I am far from human......"
"Wh-.. What are you?"
" I'm a demon."