January 2009
7 posts
There are a lot of things that can be associated with the sound “crunch”. Perhaps you’ve just bitten in to a toasted bagel smothered in cream cheese. Maybe it’s the sound a potato chip makes as you crack it in half in your hand. Taking a first step on new fallen snow.
It’s also the sound my leg made as I hit the ground at the bottom of the canyon.
The pain was...
Tick. Three steps forward. Tock. Two steps right. Tick. Jump forward two floor tiles. Tock. Drop to the floor. Tick. Roll to the right. Tock. Tick. Tock. Stop. Tick. Crouch. Tock. Roll forward. Tick. Stand up.
Stop the clock.
Now you can walk forward confidently. If you see a guard, shoot him. Be sure to equip a silencer before you go. Go up to the case and use the cutter to cut a 3 inch hole in...
It’s raining out. Even through the closed window I can tell it’s that cold penetrating rain. That rain that falls like the icy fingers from an old ex-lover walking over your grave. I get shivers up and down my spine just looking at the poor fools walking below the window, covering themselves with whatever they can grab in a futile attempt to keep dry. I just know I’m going to...
I neared the top of hill, battered, broken, and bloody. My one leg dragged useless behind me, but I pulled myself forward, leaving a trail of my blood in the trampled green grass. Ahead of me I could see a tree, which had stood tall at the beginning of the day, but was now shattered and burnt, the twisted wreckage of it a reminder of the fierce battle below. I hauled myself upright using one of...
A streak of blue in a sea of mousy brown, weaving and ducking, dipping in to the sea for a moment, then surfacing valiantly and plunging on in a new direction. I chase after her, my only hope of discovering her lying in my keen eye and the dazzling blue of her hair as it swirls and sways off down the road ahead of me. This way and that it darts such that keeping up with seems nearly impossible. I...
The A key played at midnight. A perfect 440 Hz pitch sounding in the cold dark. The A fell a half tone and then a full tone as two more keys sounded out in the night. A gloved finger lifted itself from the piano and brushed against a nearby bookcase, picking up a fine layer of dust. “Sloppy,” the man thought to himself. “This man obviously has no self-respect to leave his...
Who knows what will happen if I lose all self restraint. The madness never ends, it just becomes all consuming like fire on a man doused in jet fuel when you take a match to him. The husk of the man that remains is charred and broken, burnt and useless, but the madness that consumed him, the burning fire, that energy is released in to the world where it spreads, playing on eddys and currents in...