"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner
Saturday, October 6, 2012
The Long Road into Night #6
We have reached the 6th day. That troublesome thing called life may not be
a concern for you much longer.The dark
road passes quickly beneath your feet, as your heart races, and you urge your legs
to move even faster.
You heard the howl, right before you glimpsed the massive beast
stepping onto the road.The monster’s
pelt was darker than the night, and its huge padded paws fell like thunder upon
road, as it came for you.The wolf’s
panting breath fogged in the cool air, and its long teeth gleamed in the
moonlight.In its eyes was a reflection
of only you.
How far have you run now?You can still hear it behind you.The wolf’s hot breath is right on your neck.Its teeth will soon be tearing into your
flesh.The long straight road narrows,
as the surrounding forest closes in.How
far can you run?You know you are out of
options.You will never outrun it.So instead, you do something that was not
expected.You step off the road, and
head into the forest.Then again, maybe
this was expected.On the wind, there is
a soft cackle of laughter.