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Why Superman Could Never Find a Phone Book – (Chapter: 9: Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep)
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Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
The hole in the ground was rectangle shaped. About six feet long, five feet wide, and roughly ten feet deep. The soil was moist-looking and thick. The kind of soil that looked pasty, and you wanted to run your hands through it, grinding the ingredients into your palm and fingertips. Several lone worms protruded from the hole’s walls, wiggling about, confused as to where their lower extremities resided, only to plummet to the bottom, slightly stunned by the impact upon the slick box.
A faint mist resided in the air, despite the warmer season. Most of the members of the group wore heavier jackets, some even had on black gloves. The proceedings were fairly simple. Uncharacteristically so, for a man of the military. One would assume bugles to play, a flag folding ceremony, other men in uniform.
But this wasn’t what Ashley’s mom had wanted. Her husband deserved a valiant burial, but she attributed his heroics to his time on the battle field, lying amongst bamboo sticks and blown off body parts, the three month rainfall pelting his helmet like a million ball bearings let down from heaven. If this life was all she had known of her husband, than yes, an honorable military service was what he deserved. Yet, there had been too many bloody lips, black eyes, torn clothing, and twisted ankles in those twenty-five years for the widow to deem him worthy. The good times of their marriage was such a distant memory, much like standing in a field, surveying the rows and rows of never-rending wheat, your eyes having to squint to see where the fields ended and any sign of human life began.
Beyond those fields of wheat was the young blue-eyed boy, with a twinkle in his eye, planting a kiss on her unsuspecting neck, his arms filled with roses, a gift for his beautiful new wife, the apple of his eye and the absolute love of his life.
Words of wisdom, loss, and life hung in the background, a false reason for hope wrapped in a blanket of meaningless utterances. The hole in her heart had long ago been formed, growing in size following each smack, each new apartment on some desolate military base. But most of all it was the dimming of light she saw behind her daughter’s eyes, each day sucking the joy and hope from her soul, a fate not deserved by such an innocent and loving creature.
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Ok, I already left you a comment on another post about how dark this story is, and I just want to let you know that I think a lot of people are scared to leave you comments. LOL. I mean, I think this story probably shocks most of the readers on this site (or maybe it just shocks me?). It’s a very unusual story, but freaking great, nonetheless. This post almost seems like a scene from a horror movie…creepy but I like it! I’m sure everyone who reads your story is probably interested in it, but they’re just not sure how to comment since it’s so different. Am I making any sense at all? Haha. Probably not.
Yes, you are making sense. Comments are great, as constructive criticism is what I seek, yet I get that this fic may intimidate people. I hope people will be willing to just say a few words…thanks for your comments, AlarmClock.
i love this because it was a totally morbid scene, but you still managed to write it beatifully. ahh i love you! like the images were actually beatiful!
Ok, I already left you a comment on another post about how dark this story is, and I just want to let you know that I think a lot of people are scared to leave you comments. LOL. I mean, I think this story probably shocks most of the readers on this site (or maybe it just shocks me?). It’s a very unusual story, but freaking great, nonetheless. This post almost seems like a scene from a horror movie…creepy but I like it! I’m sure everyone who reads your story is probably interested in it, but they’re just not sure how to comment since it’s so different. Am I making any sense at all? Haha. Probably not.
Yes, you are making sense. Comments are great, as constructive criticism is what I seek, yet I get that this fic may intimidate people. I hope people will be willing to just say a few words…thanks for your comments, AlarmClock.
i love this because it was a totally morbid scene, but you still managed to write it beatifully. ahh i love you! like the images were actually beatiful!