The Beginning--
i didn't know how, or why, it all happened so fast.
too fast that i never had the chance to blink, it was there in front of me.
a fortress of floating heads,
a castle of rotting bodies,
it was all in front of me.
"ten minutes sir, ten minutes left"
i heard on my left, i looked and saw a mother holding a child.
"get out of here now, time is not ours to waste"
i had ten minutes, nothing more. ten minutes before my end was affirmed.
as i tried climbing the seemingly endless tower i saw as stalacites fell from above killing both mother and child on impact.
"tick"
nine minutes left, i was doubting i was ever gonna get out of here alive.
"tick"
eight minutes, arms of those who claimed to love me started crawling from the pool of blood just a few feet below where i was standing. grabbing my arms, not wanting to let go.
"tick"
seven minutes, a swarm of watchful eyeballs, some were rotting, some were brown, others stabbed by pins of various sizes were seemingly flowing in a constant waterfall of some brown liquid i dare not examine.
"tick"
six minutes, the bodies of the dead were chasing me, strangling me with their cold lifeless feet.
"tick"
five minutes, the skies opened at rained swords at all the sinners of the world. stabbing those who go against the will of the true god. impaling the blasphemers.
"tick"
four minutes, faceless children laughing and crying at the same time, started climbing on my back, biting me hard, i could feel my flesh being torn, a searing pain. extreme terror.
"tick"
three minutes, i was tired, and i didn't want to go any further... ten minutes was just not enough. why am i climbing this tower in the first place? i knew from the beginning that i only had ten minutes.
"tick"
two minutes, i loosened my grip, there is just too much pain in my back now, blood was constantly flowing from where the demonic children bit. there are still scratch marks on my neck from where the cadavers strangled me, i was cut in various places from when the swords rained.
i cried, i smiled. then i let go.
"tick"
one minute, i closed my eyes as my body was about to hit the ground. at that very moment i felt peace, one second later... the world was bathed in red.

Buddy, this entry is really creepy... What's this all about?
Posted by: 'Alvin | December 22, 2006 01:29 PM
i dunno, my xmas gift to everyone, i guess...
did i tell you how much I hate xmas?
Posted by: ' 'darYL i' | December 22, 2006 06:13 PM
this is really good rb. reminded me of stephen king's the dark tower. very imaginative and well yeah creepy. pero it gave me the good creeps. anyway, with things like what you've written it doesn't really matter that the readers understand, it's what the readers feel that does. and i enjoyed reading it. merry xmas. lol
Posted by: ron | December 23, 2006 09:01 PM
why do you hate christmas? I just wonder xmas symolizes the birth of Christ, so we must rejoice... Wat du guyz hav against xmas????
Posted by: Ilynne Bless | January 8, 2007 07:43 PM
unfortunately dear devout christian, christ is jewish. the jewish do not celebrate christmas, so christ must not be celebrating it too.
my point? I just hate it... end of the conversation.
Posted by: ' darYL exclusv | January 13, 2007 12:50 AM
Interesting conversation you have here? But yeah a bit creepy too in terms of conversation topics eh? "feel"? Daryl, it's been a long time since I read something doesn't focus on a persons outside but it's inside. That's something I don't see anymore. Perhaps people are more interested on the outside of others more than what's on the inside. Hmmmnnn... Interesting... I'll c u around, but for now chao!
Posted by: James | April 8, 2007 08:16 AM
Interesting conversation you have here? But yeah a bit creepy too in terms of conversation topics eh? "feel"? Daryl, it's been a long time since I read something doesn't focus on a persons outside but it's inside. That's something I don't see anymore. Perhaps people are more interested on the outside of others more than what's on the inside.
You're not a thinker by any chance are you? You seem to write in a philosophical manner that I find in few people nowadays. Your thoughts are focused but full of meaning. Keep writing and perhaps one day you may even become a good writer. Just something you should know. Hmmmnnn... Interesting... I'll c u around, but for now chao!
Posted by: James | April 8, 2007 08:19 AM