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So I'm kinda writing a story. Here is the tentative first chapter, probably a shortened version of it since I'd like to make it longer.
((PG-13 Language in one instance))
I jerked the wheel and forced my car back onto the pavement. "s**t! That's third time tonight," I remember thinking to myself. It was late. It was very late. Scratch that, it was morning already. It was early. It was very early. The last city I could have stopped at was over 150 miles back and I was hoping to God that the worn out map in the glove compartment was correct. I should have had only a dozen or so more miles before I came to some form of civilization and could finally get some rest. It had been over two hours since the last time I'd seen any form of human life, and that was a shredded tire on the side of the road that I almost hit the first time I nodded off. I had started to think that the road was never going to end and I was trapped on a never ending loop of highway in the middle of this godforsaken desert.
But then, just as I was contemplating jerking my car off the road once and for all into the gorge on the side of the road, I witnessed the most peculiar sight. Straight ahead of me, there was a woman standing in the middle of the road, facing me car. My first reaction was to immediately slam on the brakes, but my foot sunk straight to the floor. The strange part was, even though I was speeding at over 80 miles an hour according to my speedometer, I only seemed to be inching towards her. I tried moving my steering wheel to try and avoid her but again, it had no effect on my course.
Slowly, slowly, I creeped towards her, and then I realized, "She's beautiful. I don't mean she was attractive, or pretty. She was stunningly entrancing. There was something intangible about her. I longed for her but she also scared me. She was different, powerful. "Wait. How did I know that? What's going on" My mind was racing, trying to figure out what I could do to avoid hitting this specimen of perfection and then I stopped. Or maybe she matched the speed of the car and was simply remaining the same distance away from me. I couldn't tell if we were moving or not. It was too dark to see objects passing on the side of the road, but my speedometer still read 80 and how is it possible for any living creature to travel this speed, never mind the fact that she had remained motionless for the entire encounter. Maybe time simply stopped. I had read about wormholes in space. They're supposed to be rips in the fabric of time, where time could slow, stop or even leap forward. Did I discover something like that in this desert? "Don't be stupid, those are simply theories, myths."
But regardless of why it was happening, I was on the highway, the woman was standing in front of my car, and a loud noise was echoing in my ear. What? Noise? Where did that come from? It hadn't occurred to me that the world was absolutely silent from the moment I saw the woman until now. But now the only noise I heard was not the engine of my car, not the scream of my tires spinning on the pavement, not the rushing of wind, but instead a deep, metallic blast was erupting from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. I looked at the woman. She was practically touching my front bumper now. I could see her face clearly. I could make out every contour, every shade, every line. And again, I realized something strange about her. Her eyes were closed. Her face was positioned like she was looking straight at me, but her eyes were shut.
And then they opened.
A blinding yellow light erupted from them and I jerked my head off the steering wheel just in time to see a eighteen wheeler barreling towards me at full speed with it's horn blasting. I screamed and wrenched hard, whipping my car out of the way. My life flashed before my eyes and my heart stopped. I had been asleep. The woman was a dream, some weird concoction of a weary mind. As I skidded off the road and down an embankment, I knew I was going to die. There was no way I could have survived a collision with the wall of earth at that speed. The last thing I saw right before I hit was a figure standing on top of the ridge of dirt. It was a woman. The most beautiful being ever to walk the earth. And her eyes were closed.
And then they opened.
Comment please?
 Kaieph · Fri Jul 21, 2006 @ 04:52am · 2 Comments |
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