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The Hunger
By Randy L Camp
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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 Under the hush of a glistening moon ,he stirs.Clawing,pulling his way to the pale light of the Orb of Darkness.
As he stands erect for the first time in years,the smell of earth and rot cling to his spindly frame.
Freedom,freedom at last,from his grave.Freedom to feed,for the hunger is what has driven him to claw his way out into this plane called life.No pine or dirt can stop this desire that has grown within him. Yes, at last this desire shall be satisfied.
He has no rememberance of time,events or people,only a hunger that must be satisfied.
Slowly he ambles forward,as if knowing where he goes,but he doesn't know.Only the hunger steers him as it wills.Forward,ever forward.There is no recognition,only the need to follow.
The drive is palipable,but there is no tongue to lick his thristy lips.No lips to to licked indeed.No eyes to see...there is no need of eyes.The hunger knows the way.The hunger supplies his sight.
Seen from a distance,no one would suspect that the slight movement was once a man.All remnent of humanity is gone.The flesh,as well as the clothes,all rotted in the grave. The bones,now dark with mold and slime,shuffle to be fed.
Invisible to the eye,that is not directly upon him,he shuffles onward.The air seems to intensify his need.The need seems to energize the bones that contain his hunger.....
"Hey,hand me another beer,and make it quick.You some-na-bitch",the stranger hollers.
But his partner just lies there,with his dark snout between his front paws and his eyes shut tight with sleep.
"Well,you lazy mongrel,remember that at the next Bar-B-Q when you want another hotdog," he spews, as he reaches into his cooler of Golden Colorado's best.
As he plops back in his chair,his blurry eyes seem to catch sight of movement at the edge of the tree's along the back of his property.Ever quick to respond,he grabs his trusty double barrel shotgun and takes aim.
"Hey,best git ur ass back in them there trees, if'n ya wanna keep it," he yells as he strains to focus eyes that have seen,and dealt with,many a movement in the dark.
Figuring that is the end of it,he relaxes.Taking another swig of rocky-mountain cool-aide,he curses the dog once more and settles in for a quiet evening and some good old fashion drinking.
The snap of a twig brings his attention to full bear on the fenceline just beside the porch.
"Willard is that you,"he calls as he hoists the shotgun to the ready position again. The only answer is the smell of earth and rotten flesh as it invades his nostrils with a sickening slap.At once the mongrel at his feet is on point,teeth bared and hackles up.
Now certain that it is no neighbor or critter,he lets loose with both barrels,just over the head of what is now known to be an intruder.
As he blinks his eyes to recover from the blazing flash and breaks open the the gun to reload both barrels,he begns to hear a moan....no, not moans but words...jumbled,tongueless words,but words none the less....
"eeeeeeyyyyyyyeeee wannnnn myyyyyyeee eeeeeerrrrr....eyyyyyyyeeeee wannnnnn mmmmyyyyeee eeeeeerrrrrr...eeeeeeyyyyyeee wannnnnn meyyyyeee beeeeeeeerrrrrrrr......Closer it comes,shambling,moaning....wailing....eeeeeeeeyyyyyyeee wwwaannnnnn mmmyyyyyeeeee beeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr"
With a grace thought reserved for cat's, he leaps from the porch and sets off across the yard. Ka-blam...both barrels are again let loose...again he reloads....Ka-blam......
As his wife sticks her head out the window all she could see...and hear...was "eeeeeyyyyyyeeee waaaaannnn myyyyeeee beeeeeeerrrr" and her man chasing and firing shots saying.."Git your own, you some-na-bitch".....Happy Halloween
By Randy L Camp
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| Reviewed by Patricia Smith |
10/10/2008 |
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WOW, Wellll, hell, what can I say, You got me, I got really engrossed.' The beginning was soooooo real. I had settled back and thought hummmmm, this is going to be one great horror, LOL. Then here comes the punch line, LOL. You have a great imagination, and a vibrant style, I bet your great at fishing because you can really reel us in. LOL, thanks for the laugh, I needed it. You are a great author, again I really enjoyed. And....... Happy Halloween to you too.
Patricia Smith
http://www.freewebs.com/blessedbeps
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| Reviewed by michelle noble |
10/9/2008 |
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| thats amusing |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
10/7/2008 |
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I know where to put my loaded double barrel shotgun if you come near my Coors cooler! ! !
The missus ain't amused 'bout yore story, I nearly blowed her head off.
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Bonnie May |
10/7/2008 |
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| Randy this is absolutely great and Georg will love and and get LOL from it. Keep writing stories for you have a talent for them. Love, Bonnie |
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