Post by Apoalo on Jul 6, 2009 20:06:59 GMT -5
Hey everyone. For 2 months i have been gone vacationing and camping. And one of my camps was a writers camp. During that camp i was inspired to write a sci-fi story that i called "The Calling". And so as a coming "home" Story. I hope you enjoy.
The Calling
It was half an hour past 2 in the morning when I awoke to the sight of my and my husbands bedroom. What awoke me i was not too sure. It could have been many things. The booming thunder overhead. The hot streaks of lightning overhead lighting up the sky. Or the constant pounding of the rain overhead. Or it could be all of these combined. Nevertheless i was awoke. And i was determined to make my waking time productive. I glanced to my left and my husband lay there snoring a little. For some strange reason he could sleep through anything, a trait i envied. Sean was a hard construction worker that was underpaid in our small community of Roquefort, which may be the reason of his hard sleeping. Myself well i was a doctor, a small town busy doctor, who liked to write on the side. But hey i don't mind. A few patients a day got us our bills paid, and my student loans for the month dealt with. However it did not allow a moments rest. And i was constantly working.
I walked into the black kitchen and felt my way to the cabinet. Turning on the light revealed suppers remains and the bills stacked high on the table. I wonder if it is considered a federal crime to burn bills? Putting these thoughts in the back of my mind i walked to my laptop and powered on the machine. That was the moment i felt a presence behind me. Cautiously looking behind me i spun around to surprise...... My 11 year old son.
"Chase! What are you doing up?" I asked my voice cracking from fear, and angry from seeing him out of bed, "Don't you know what time it is?" He looked at me for a second and nodded, with his young innocence mocking my anger, and he himself amused with my fear.
"Mom, you read too many horror stories." Was his witty reply. Ignoring my anger, he walked to the fridge and pulled out his leftover cheeseburger i grabbed on the way home.
This was when i noticed the back door standing ajar.
"Chase? Did you go outside?" I asked my voice cracking again with fear. "No." He said without looking up from his meal. I reached for the drawer, and pulled out a carving knife, with which i slowly approached the door. Looking outside at the pouring rain and gray clouds, i tasted the smoky smell of the woods from behind our house, and caught the gentle kiss of the wind on my face revealed nothing, and i satisfied my curiosity, and fear with closing the swinging screen door.
"AHHHHHHH!" I did a fast double take, spun around, ducked, and dodged before i realized the sounds came from upstairs. "The bedroom..." I ran to the back room leading to the garage, and pulled out my fathers old colt 45. From back in world war 2. Loading it like a pro, and checking the rounds i walked to the stairs and tried to peer through the blackness, from somewhere in the kitchen i heard Chase come up behind me using me as a source of strength for his 11 year old courage. With us both advancing up the stairs my senses seemed to go in fast forward, and my heart beat went with it. The screaming and thrashing continued as we got closer. I felt the knife from earlier in my pocket, and foolishly handed it to chase. Who's face went pale. Ignoring it for the time being i opened the bedroom door, Sean lay tossing and rolling form one side to the other. After declaring the room safe i ran in and punched him in the shoulder.
"Sean! Wake up honey!" It did not rouse him, only caused him to scream louder as if i was some unseen attacker. I punched and yelled louder and finally awoke him from his reverie. He woke with a start and jumped out of bed. He looked from me to chase two times, before relaxing. He slumped down and buried his head in his hands.
Then the quake started. Living in the mountainous region of Washington state usually counted earthquakes out for us. But with this unusual weather anything was possible. However something didn't seem right. The quake died as soon as it came. Lasting a whole 4 seconds. Then the alarm from our CPI security system went off, and yelling from a attempted robbery filled our home......
Chase being the 11 year old boy he was had a natural curiosity which i suppose can overcome sheer terror. For that is the only reason i can put to him storming down the stairs wielding the knife i foolishly gave him. A shot rang out followed by a young scream of pain that shot through my heart, and left me gasping for air. This caused my to also go screaming down the stairs. The scene that lay before me is one of which i did not ever want to see again.
Chase lay on the floor bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest. The burglar was planted wielding a 9mm pistol smoking with the scent of gunpowder that just shot a boy barely of age to stay home alone. Without thinking i raced madly to my son and left Sean to deal with the thief. My son was dead before i reached his small body. Hot tears of grief streamed down my face. At this moment i felt a peculiar sensation run through my body into my fingertips, and then out of no were a burst of light brighter than looking at the sun for any moment of time filled our small kitchen, and ran itself down the length of my sons body.
Then he took a breath, followed by another. But before i could cry out my surprise and joy. My sub conscious brought me to the town square of Roquefort. A mountain came crumbling from the many peaks surrounding our community, and above pushing these mountains were demons cackling with mad delight at our suffering. In the vision a women that looked like me, followed by Sean, and five others walked calmly into the middle of the square and pointed up. Blasts of light that which were seen in my kitchen blasted the huge chunks of rock into nothing.
Before i could think about this, i was transported to a clearing that was host too a battle between shadowy figures shooting black lightning into a band of children no younger than my chase. The kids were blocking the lightning and sending it back at the shadows in the form of beams of light. These children were being directed by someone or two someones that resembled me and Sean. As before i had no time to think on this before i was brought back to the kitchen that so much had happened.
Sean was crying with tears of joy, taking off Chase's shirt, and touching the flesh that had held a bullet. I was worn out mentally. I had watched my son die, brought him back to life, and witnessed two visions within a span of 2 minutes.... However now was not the time to rest. I sat up, and walked to the family room, were i sat down in a chair, and started praying. For what and why i do not know. Something led me to pray. Something i DID NOT! repeat did not do before hand. As in answer the television turned on to reveal the sins of the world. The TV kept flipping to different scenes of porn, murder, entertainment by killing, death, and destruction all were well represented.
Then a different scene was flipped on. A CNN reporter was in england stunned by a shadowy figure killing randomly in the streets. Then another CNN camera in D.C showed mangled bodies strewn out into the street by another figure that resembled a goat on legs. I sat watching and was filled with a feeling that i had not felt in a long time. Pity. For a reason unknown to me i was being called to do something for a higher authority.
I wasted no time. Running into the kitchen found Sean still marveling over my sons return to life. Pulling him away i repeated all which had happened. He admitted that he too was having those visions. Which caused the nightmare. Someone.... Or something stopped the vision cold, and replaced it with its own "vision". We both decided that we needed to heed our "calling" But did not even know how to start. Again as if in answer the radio clicked on.....
"Attention residents of Roquefort..... We have reports from the department of homeland security. That these..... Tragedy's are headed this way. That is if they are viewing the pattern correctly that is. All people are advised to stay in their homes. Several couples with children are causing police trouble in downtown square saying something about a mission from god..... Avoid these fanatics to allow our law enforcement to deal with them."
That broadcast ended our doubts, and showed us the way to go.....
More to Come! Please post critiques as i know i am in need of them!!!!!!! Please constructive and not destructive. ;D ;D ;D
The Calling
It was half an hour past 2 in the morning when I awoke to the sight of my and my husbands bedroom. What awoke me i was not too sure. It could have been many things. The booming thunder overhead. The hot streaks of lightning overhead lighting up the sky. Or the constant pounding of the rain overhead. Or it could be all of these combined. Nevertheless i was awoke. And i was determined to make my waking time productive. I glanced to my left and my husband lay there snoring a little. For some strange reason he could sleep through anything, a trait i envied. Sean was a hard construction worker that was underpaid in our small community of Roquefort, which may be the reason of his hard sleeping. Myself well i was a doctor, a small town busy doctor, who liked to write on the side. But hey i don't mind. A few patients a day got us our bills paid, and my student loans for the month dealt with. However it did not allow a moments rest. And i was constantly working.
I walked into the black kitchen and felt my way to the cabinet. Turning on the light revealed suppers remains and the bills stacked high on the table. I wonder if it is considered a federal crime to burn bills? Putting these thoughts in the back of my mind i walked to my laptop and powered on the machine. That was the moment i felt a presence behind me. Cautiously looking behind me i spun around to surprise...... My 11 year old son.
"Chase! What are you doing up?" I asked my voice cracking from fear, and angry from seeing him out of bed, "Don't you know what time it is?" He looked at me for a second and nodded, with his young innocence mocking my anger, and he himself amused with my fear.
"Mom, you read too many horror stories." Was his witty reply. Ignoring my anger, he walked to the fridge and pulled out his leftover cheeseburger i grabbed on the way home.
This was when i noticed the back door standing ajar.
"Chase? Did you go outside?" I asked my voice cracking again with fear. "No." He said without looking up from his meal. I reached for the drawer, and pulled out a carving knife, with which i slowly approached the door. Looking outside at the pouring rain and gray clouds, i tasted the smoky smell of the woods from behind our house, and caught the gentle kiss of the wind on my face revealed nothing, and i satisfied my curiosity, and fear with closing the swinging screen door.
"AHHHHHHH!" I did a fast double take, spun around, ducked, and dodged before i realized the sounds came from upstairs. "The bedroom..." I ran to the back room leading to the garage, and pulled out my fathers old colt 45. From back in world war 2. Loading it like a pro, and checking the rounds i walked to the stairs and tried to peer through the blackness, from somewhere in the kitchen i heard Chase come up behind me using me as a source of strength for his 11 year old courage. With us both advancing up the stairs my senses seemed to go in fast forward, and my heart beat went with it. The screaming and thrashing continued as we got closer. I felt the knife from earlier in my pocket, and foolishly handed it to chase. Who's face went pale. Ignoring it for the time being i opened the bedroom door, Sean lay tossing and rolling form one side to the other. After declaring the room safe i ran in and punched him in the shoulder.
"Sean! Wake up honey!" It did not rouse him, only caused him to scream louder as if i was some unseen attacker. I punched and yelled louder and finally awoke him from his reverie. He woke with a start and jumped out of bed. He looked from me to chase two times, before relaxing. He slumped down and buried his head in his hands.
Then the quake started. Living in the mountainous region of Washington state usually counted earthquakes out for us. But with this unusual weather anything was possible. However something didn't seem right. The quake died as soon as it came. Lasting a whole 4 seconds. Then the alarm from our CPI security system went off, and yelling from a attempted robbery filled our home......
Chase being the 11 year old boy he was had a natural curiosity which i suppose can overcome sheer terror. For that is the only reason i can put to him storming down the stairs wielding the knife i foolishly gave him. A shot rang out followed by a young scream of pain that shot through my heart, and left me gasping for air. This caused my to also go screaming down the stairs. The scene that lay before me is one of which i did not ever want to see again.
Chase lay on the floor bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest. The burglar was planted wielding a 9mm pistol smoking with the scent of gunpowder that just shot a boy barely of age to stay home alone. Without thinking i raced madly to my son and left Sean to deal with the thief. My son was dead before i reached his small body. Hot tears of grief streamed down my face. At this moment i felt a peculiar sensation run through my body into my fingertips, and then out of no were a burst of light brighter than looking at the sun for any moment of time filled our small kitchen, and ran itself down the length of my sons body.
Then he took a breath, followed by another. But before i could cry out my surprise and joy. My sub conscious brought me to the town square of Roquefort. A mountain came crumbling from the many peaks surrounding our community, and above pushing these mountains were demons cackling with mad delight at our suffering. In the vision a women that looked like me, followed by Sean, and five others walked calmly into the middle of the square and pointed up. Blasts of light that which were seen in my kitchen blasted the huge chunks of rock into nothing.
Before i could think about this, i was transported to a clearing that was host too a battle between shadowy figures shooting black lightning into a band of children no younger than my chase. The kids were blocking the lightning and sending it back at the shadows in the form of beams of light. These children were being directed by someone or two someones that resembled me and Sean. As before i had no time to think on this before i was brought back to the kitchen that so much had happened.
Sean was crying with tears of joy, taking off Chase's shirt, and touching the flesh that had held a bullet. I was worn out mentally. I had watched my son die, brought him back to life, and witnessed two visions within a span of 2 minutes.... However now was not the time to rest. I sat up, and walked to the family room, were i sat down in a chair, and started praying. For what and why i do not know. Something led me to pray. Something i DID NOT! repeat did not do before hand. As in answer the television turned on to reveal the sins of the world. The TV kept flipping to different scenes of porn, murder, entertainment by killing, death, and destruction all were well represented.
Then a different scene was flipped on. A CNN reporter was in england stunned by a shadowy figure killing randomly in the streets. Then another CNN camera in D.C showed mangled bodies strewn out into the street by another figure that resembled a goat on legs. I sat watching and was filled with a feeling that i had not felt in a long time. Pity. For a reason unknown to me i was being called to do something for a higher authority.
I wasted no time. Running into the kitchen found Sean still marveling over my sons return to life. Pulling him away i repeated all which had happened. He admitted that he too was having those visions. Which caused the nightmare. Someone.... Or something stopped the vision cold, and replaced it with its own "vision". We both decided that we needed to heed our "calling" But did not even know how to start. Again as if in answer the radio clicked on.....
"Attention residents of Roquefort..... We have reports from the department of homeland security. That these..... Tragedy's are headed this way. That is if they are viewing the pattern correctly that is. All people are advised to stay in their homes. Several couples with children are causing police trouble in downtown square saying something about a mission from god..... Avoid these fanatics to allow our law enforcement to deal with them."
That broadcast ended our doubts, and showed us the way to go.....
More to Come! Please post critiques as i know i am in need of them!!!!!!! Please constructive and not destructive. ;D ;D ;D
