This weeks blog post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-licious Blog Tour. I am pleased to be on the tour along with some very interesting and informative writers. At the bottom of this post will be a listing of the addresses of the other bloggers discussing this weeks subject. I encourage you to visit them also.
Thank you for visiting my blog, I hope you enjoy it and sign up to follow it.
The topic for this week’s Blog-A-licious Blog Tour is:
.
“Writing To Me Is…”
.
.…the tunnel is dark, long and narrow. The walls and ceiling drip with slime and an unhealthy gooey substance seemingly moving of it’s own will, while a green, stagnant substitute for water slouches loudly over my boots leaving a dirty, oily residue behind. The smells of mold and stagnation fill my nostrils and assaults my senses as my mouth puckers and crinkles against the bitter, metallic taste or the cavern.
My hands and arms bleed and sting from bumping against the sharp, craggy walls and my legs are stiff and sore from the running. But I cannot stop. I must keep moving back, ever back, deeper into the tunnel, further away from the light. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the light bathed in its radiance – reflected in its power.
I’ve forgotten the caress of the sun on my face.
How I long for the sun.
But I must keep moving deeper into the tunnel, deeper into the darkness – away from the beast.
There is no rest. The beast pursues me relentlessly, without stop or pause. Pushing me, driving me deeper into the cavern. I’ve been running so long, running from the beast. So tired – so worn – so frightened and empty. And still I run – moving deeper and deeper into the cave – further and further away from the light.
I hear it. It’s getting closer and closer. Moving steadily, not running, it doesn’t need to, there is no way out, no escape. It just keeps coming, not stopping, not-resting, not running, just a steady advance, trudging and slogging forward as it stalks and hunts me. I must move – can’t stop – can’t rest – deeper – keep moving – away from the light.
It’s breathing is raspy, guttural gasps of air, more like scooping than inhaling. It’s so close I can feel the air quiver when it breathes.
I run faster... tripping …….stumbling………falling.
The pungent arid stench of sulfur surrounds me as I careen off the long sharp rods protruding up and out from all angles and places on the walls, ceiling and floor.
The beast is close now. I smell its putrid breath. It’s malodorous – nauseous and I swoon with dizziness. I taste the sickening stench from its mouth. Its face is hideous, large pointed ears, coarse leathery skin covered by thick grainy hair matted and caked foul with residues and pieces of decayed flesh.
The eyes are set back in its head, red and bloody, beady with slits for pupils that glare ahead like searing torches of evil fire. Large fangs protrude upwards from a mouth lined with multiple rows of razor teeth eager to tear and devour my flesh and consume my bones.
It moves nearer, but I have reached the end of the tunnel, there is no more. The light at the opposite end is so far away, just a mere pinpoint that fades like the fleeting glint of a firefly. I cannot get by the beast. My back is punctured and cut by the sharp, pointed rods as I press into the rock hoping to disappear into it. My heart grows weak and my life flickers.
Frantically I search my pockets, seeking a weapon. A pocket knife? A pen? A coin? Something – anything to fight back with.
I find nothing.
There, in my back pocket, a lump. Fumbling, grasping I struggle to pull it out.
A crumbled wad of yellowed papers. Edges frayed and torn. Papers! Useless papers!
Unfolding them I open the pages. There’s writing there. It’s faded, smudged and faint, I cannot make them out. But as I strain to see in the darkness, the words begin glowing of their own light. They grow brighter and clearer. I stare at them, my lips mouthing the words…
…I read the words…
…and they burn into my soul.
The words bring me life. My heart begins beating again. I feel a resurgence of energy and power moving through me – a wave of renewal washes over me and my life revives.
The beast stands in front of me, snarling and swaying. Its low growls intermix with loud shirks and screams. It stops and stares at the papers in my hand. It snarls and howls in disdain and derision. Rearing back it huge ugly head a bellowing roar shakes the ceiling and echoes down the cavern as it begins its final advance on me.
In my hand, the papers begin moving of their own accord, stretching – growing longer and denser. They start to curl, stiffen and harden, pushing against my fingers, forcing them apart. They become heavy and begins pulling down on my shoulder as my hand feels the weight of cold, hard steel.
I look down, and my jaw opens in amazement. There, my hand, which only seconds earlier had clutched a sheaf of old yellowed papers now firmly grips a weapon. It’s cold, hard and heavy – steel; long and hollow ….
… I hold a…a bazooka?
The beast reaches for me – long, curled claws spread wide open, grasping for my flesh. Orange ooze dripping from the snarling mouth as its jaws opened and closed, spewing spittle and phlegm, splattering my face. Its teeth and fangs snapped and ground together, salivating with blood lust.
I raise the weapon – point it at the beast…
… and it fires of its own accord.
The explosion is deafening inside the tunnel, echoing off the walls and reverberating down the length of the cavern. Stalagmites vibrate and tremble as pools of molten sulfur shimmer and ripple. The beast bellows in shock and pain and in the throes of death it throws back its massive head and gives out one final monstrous death wail.
The beast is no more.
In my hand is a manuscript.
Writing to me is… my bazooka.
I walk towards the light
Here’s the list of bloggers you don’t want to miss on the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour
10. Sarah - http://sarahbutland.com/blog/
13. Janki - http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/
17. Nolan - http://nolanwilsonfreelance.com/blog
20. Grace - http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com/
Book Giveaway! Down to the wire! Last few days left to sign up!
“Bridges -a Tale of Niagara” - 3 signed copies will be given away from the names submitted in the Goodreads Book Giveaway. ‘Enter’ in the box on the right hand margin of this blog or at Goodreads. Contest ends July 2nd. Good Luck!
Until Next Time:
Embrace Life’s Bridges – For they Define Who You Are
dk Levick
great story. surprisng ending, not expected. keep them coming
Great! Yes, I got it. It is expressive to the max!!! Keep on using your bazooka. You are very good at it. But I already know that & am so very proud of you. G
Very indepth look into ones searching. I look into your sould.
I think you gave everyone a look into what you see.
Very well put. Liked the way you brought it for everyone to see.
As usual, when I read your writing, I keep reading. Me, I expect the ending to be different. I’ve come to expect you to write something I want to read, something to sink my teeth into, something with a twist and a turn.
I LOVE the way you write! But, never mind, I already told you that many times. But hey, don’t stop writing!
Your praise warms my heart and keeps me writing. Thank you for your continue belief (and for your own good writing as well). Hold on to those bazookas and blow those monsters away!
I thought I should stop by this morning and say hello. God bless.
wow! A totally different way of expressing…enjoyed the story.
Different? Yes, I little change of pace to brighten your day. Glad you enjoyed it.
Agreed with all of the above! I wasn’t sure what I was getting into with this Blog-A-Licious tour but I’m already loving the creativity and this is my first stop.
I also LOVE your background image. Did you take the picture yourself?
Definitely going to be entering your book giveaway.
Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it and glad you are on tour.
Yes – enter into the book giveaway – If you don’t win it – I’ll give you a coupon – you’ll like the book.
Awesome! Great job – glad you’re on the tour.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Glad to be here as well.
Inspiring…you had all my attention! Keep writing:))
Thank you – I’m glad you enjoyed it. Can’t stop or the ‘beast’ will get me
From Manuscript to a bazooka in an instant! Only a true writer could have done this brilliant magic. Amazing post, loved it.
Thank you Sulekha. It is magic that’s the truth. It surely isn’t me. Glad you enjoyed it.
Imagine…John Lennon’s words. We can do anything. Nice post.
http://karenvwasylowski.blogspot.com
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. YEs Lennon’s words apply – just sometimes we need a little help (bazookas)
Amazing imagery and a twist!
Your bazooka would have come in handy for getting my third fiction book out. Come to think of it, I could use it on the fourth one!
Paula
Like the surprise ending. From a fellow Blog-a-licious blog hopper.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it and the ending.
Didn’t see that ending coming. From ms to a bazooka. That’s what I love about writing and creativity.
Glad to be on the tour with you,
Marcia
I’m glad to be on it and glad you are too.
thank you and glad you enjoyed it
A blog post that kept me spellbound! Wow! Love it.
Grace x
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Spellbound is a great state for Grace to be
What a lovely looking blog. Your words and pictures had me hooked, very atmospheric. I’m loving this tour!
Thanks Deborah
Glad you enjoyed it and are enjoying the tour as well
Hello from the Bog-A-Licious hop! What a great story, and I love the unexpected ending.
Thank you and we’ll keep the bazookas pointed elsewhere
Loved how you used creative writing to tell the story of what writing is to you. Great job. I shared as much as I could on the platforms.
Thank you for your kind words and thoughts. Glad you enjoyed it
fire at will. i see and hear , keep that bazooka near,and we will have no fear. thank you for being on tour. this is great writing. god bless
Thanks Roy. Appreciate your kind words (gotta watch firing that bazooka )
Stunning as always DK. Thank you for joining the blog tour.
Awesome post! I was riveted but had no idea where you were going with it, considering the topic at hand. But ultimately, it is an apt description of the power of writing. Having that ability is indeed a weapon!
Thank you Adriene. I enjoyed writing it and am glad you enjoyed reading it.
Wonderful imagery and impact! You’re a great story teller – I love the way you lead us through the story and hit us with the bazooka at the end. I was breathless waiting to see what was going to happen next.
I held my breath until I came to the end….and then bam! you hit us with your bazooka….amazing stuff, really.
I hope it was a good hit and that you enjoyed the trip. Thank you for your comments, they’re greatly appreciated.