An entry for
week 1 of
therealljidol.
The beast pushed his large snout through the tall grass, eyeing the headlights in the distance. He could make out the cab’s glow from afar by sight, but he didn’t need to. The night was damp and thick, and the road told him everything - he could feel the truck’s engine thrumming heavily over the earth, the vibration of
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Its a very creative take, a harvesting of souls. You are great at using all the senses, including smell to place us in the story. Smell is a hard one for me to use but is so.effective.
I admit, the older I get, my favorite line is: "the throbbing hitch in his back leg finally ceased. "
What a blessed relief in death that nothing hurt or ache anymore. I really like that thought.
I am glad to see you back in Idol!
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And yes, I like to think that death is at least a sweet release from suffering.
Thank you! It's so nice to see so many folks still around and playing!
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I especially was affected by this - Sometimes he could feel the fear and impatience of those that followed him as they traveled. It seeped into his joints, an abrupt metaphysical ache.
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