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- Voltaire
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Today's Prompt:
Off the beaten path
Regina's 15 minute creative writing:
Odie stared at his feet. He took in the muddy shoes, soaked through and squishing between his toes, the frayed laces, stretched to their limits through the metal loops in the fabric. His wool socks that had kept is wet feet warm mile after mile through the forest. Beneath his feet the path was well marked, well packed and easy to follow – but he was getting bored.
“There has to be something more to see than miles and miles of perfectly groomed trails punctuated by the odd Starbucks, and Best Western,” he sighed. Glancing behind him, he could still make out the last rest stop he had skipped, the collection of check-booker bikers in their matching outfits and colour coordinated helmet/bike combos. He heard them laugh and grit his teeth.
“Fucking people!” he snarled. Everywhere he looked, there were people. So many fucking people. People laughing and staring and pointing and whispering. He was sick of ducking his face away, sick of pretending not to notice when a child started to cry, or when a mother tucked her baby’s face in her skirts and tensed as he walked by.
Monster. The label had stuck a little too hard, the impact amplified with each whispered hurling, until he wanted nothing more than to show them just what kind of monster he could truly become. His scarred face was the least of his wounds, and the darkness clawing at his soul was starting to itch again.
“No.” he said firmly to himself. “Not here. Not now. We are in recovery. We are getting out in nature. We are avoiding people.” He took three deep breaths and turned back to face the perfect trail disappearing into the perfect patches of sunlight dancing between shadows and the perfect pristine wilderness in the pacific northwest. “No more killing.”
The darkness in his mind shuddered in delight at the word. It had no concept of No. It knew only the sweet sting of the blade, first against his palm, then across their throats. Blood oath. Blood pact. Blood mingled makes one. Watching the light fade from their eyes as they spluttered and fought for breath. God, how he envied them. The sweet relief death would bring. If only...
But no, not today. No more killing. Odie pushed his thin legs forward, one foot falling after the other. The wet socks squished between his toes, his feet cold now after standing still for too long. A deep breath rattled in his narrow chest. He pushed on, swinging shockingly strong arms, lurching forward on the path and trying not to think – not to think about – trying so hard not to think about -
Kill. Kill. Kill.
“No! Fuck you! I don’t w-w-w-want to!” Even alone, with only the darkness to hold him close, his stutter haunted him
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