Post by Admin on Dec 9, 2014 23:07:05 GMT
It's a story beginning about two people. For most of the story they are nameless. The place they are in is Nameless. The psychological horrors ahead are nameless. See how you like it. There's a lot of simple sentences.
NAMELESS
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
-Edgar Allen Poe
The man drove down the mountain rode in near silence. Fog was still out even though it was early afternoon. The sunless sides of the mountains tended to block any attempts to diffuse the clouds, and because of that for most of the day, every day, these parts of the forest were completely cloaked in swirling, hazy mist. It was always cold and dark in the mountains’ shadow. No one liked it here. No one lived here. It was enough to just have a lonely road on this equally lonely environment.
Nothing had changed about this place for years. The man had not passed another driver for miles, and for hours, he had slowly descended away from people, until now. Until now, he was just a speck of a car, insignificant and tiny compared to land through which he traveled. Slowly through the mountains…
The man glanced at the radio which was beginning to make a static noise. The screechy sound soon overcame the pop song which had been playing quietly in the background. The signal was off. The garbled music faded, and the man took a hand off of the steering wheel to switch it off.
And now the car was completely silent.
The man squinted to see through the ever present, darned haze to make out the bumpy road. The road became more and more unclear, almost untraceable, but the man would not turn back or try to find a different route. There was not any other options.
There was something to the haze; it was watching him travel. The bare trees were closing in on the narrowing road. He knew he was getting closer. He was going to arrive there soon.
So silent, for there was nothing to be heard here. So white, for everything was a shifting, unreal plane. A branch caught his car door and made the man flinch. He breathed out heavily and readjusted his tight grip on the steering wheel. His gaze fell to the scrap of paper on the dash board again, but he’d long memorized the scribbled words that lay on that half sheet. It was the mail he’d received days ago.
Virgil, I know time has passed. In the years I spent in the city, I slowly felt more and more drawn to it again. I had to go back. I had to return to the calling. And now I’m waiting for you there, in the haze. In the town we knew as kids. I’m waiting for you.
-Kurt
Kurt…
Only Kurt knew those things. Only he could have known of the haze and the town. The man, Virgil, looked back up at the view ahead, and this time, he could see the outline of a sign beside the crude road.
A second later, Virgil could read its large, faded paint that formed the letters he remembered.
Welcome to
The letters stopped. The name of the town was gone, faded away years ago, and he had never seen it. But he recognized the sign all the same. He was here at last - he was where his dead brother, Kurt, had led him.
A young woman stood by the road. She was cold and sad and lost. Her car was in a ditch, almost a mile away, but it did not matter, for she was close. She could find her mom again after all these years…
But all this fog was…disorienting. She waved a hand in front of her face in order to disperse some of the haze that seemed to drape before her eyes. In fact, she could barely see the back of her hand, it was so thick.
That’s when the bright lights of a quickly approaching car enveloped her. So startled, the woman hardly even reacted before the vehicle suddenly let off a high screech as it glided past her position on the right side of the road, braking to a slow just ahead of her. The car soon came to a quiet rest, and the sound of a door opening and closing echoed out.
‘Strange, how any sound seemed to deaden in the presence of this haze,’ she thought.
From around the side of the black vehicle walked a man, young and not entirely well dressed. His clothing and appearance itself seemed rather hastily put together, and everything about him spelled out s-t-r-a-n-g-e to the woman as he got closer.
The driver saw the woman standing alone on the grass by the road and asked what any normal person would ask. ‘Why are you out here? Do you need help?’
‘I’m fine,’ the tired girl replied curtly. She thought for a moment before continuing with another question for the seemingly kind man standing before her. ‘I’m just traveling to a town near here. Do you know of such a town?’
The man smiled slightly and motioned with one hand as he spoke. ‘If you mean such a town that would exist out here, yes, I do. It should be less than quarter a mile down this road, if you’re talking about the one I’m thinking of. In fact, there’s a sign back up this old road that indicates it.’
She tried on a smile of her own before answering, ‘I must have missed the sign. Funny. It very well might be my destination.’
But the man was still put off by her being out here alone and spoke after a pause. ‘How far have you been walking…? I could give you a ride if you’re tired.’
… ‘No thanks,’ she said. ‘I’ve been going only a short while on foot, and if the town really is only less than a mile away, I think I’m good. Alone.’
The man decided, since he himself was stretching for time and preferred to go alone, to bid the lone traveler by the road a good bye and stepped back to his car.
‘My name’s Rachel by the way,’ she called back to the man. She did not know why she did.
The figure still moving back to the vehicle said, ‘I’m Virgil. Be careful in this haze.’ He did not know what else to say. He knew he had to go, and of course, there was no way to warn her of what was ahead.
The sound of the car door opening and shutting occurred again, and the starting of an engine followed. The form of the car accelerated away from Rachel who still stood by the road, thinking. She did not move for a few seconds. Then she resumed her slow pace in the direction the car had left…
NAMELESS
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
-Edgar Allen Poe
The man drove down the mountain rode in near silence. Fog was still out even though it was early afternoon. The sunless sides of the mountains tended to block any attempts to diffuse the clouds, and because of that for most of the day, every day, these parts of the forest were completely cloaked in swirling, hazy mist. It was always cold and dark in the mountains’ shadow. No one liked it here. No one lived here. It was enough to just have a lonely road on this equally lonely environment.
Nothing had changed about this place for years. The man had not passed another driver for miles, and for hours, he had slowly descended away from people, until now. Until now, he was just a speck of a car, insignificant and tiny compared to land through which he traveled. Slowly through the mountains…
The man glanced at the radio which was beginning to make a static noise. The screechy sound soon overcame the pop song which had been playing quietly in the background. The signal was off. The garbled music faded, and the man took a hand off of the steering wheel to switch it off.
And now the car was completely silent.
The man squinted to see through the ever present, darned haze to make out the bumpy road. The road became more and more unclear, almost untraceable, but the man would not turn back or try to find a different route. There was not any other options.
There was something to the haze; it was watching him travel. The bare trees were closing in on the narrowing road. He knew he was getting closer. He was going to arrive there soon.
So silent, for there was nothing to be heard here. So white, for everything was a shifting, unreal plane. A branch caught his car door and made the man flinch. He breathed out heavily and readjusted his tight grip on the steering wheel. His gaze fell to the scrap of paper on the dash board again, but he’d long memorized the scribbled words that lay on that half sheet. It was the mail he’d received days ago.
Virgil, I know time has passed. In the years I spent in the city, I slowly felt more and more drawn to it again. I had to go back. I had to return to the calling. And now I’m waiting for you there, in the haze. In the town we knew as kids. I’m waiting for you.
-Kurt
Kurt…
Only Kurt knew those things. Only he could have known of the haze and the town. The man, Virgil, looked back up at the view ahead, and this time, he could see the outline of a sign beside the crude road.
A second later, Virgil could read its large, faded paint that formed the letters he remembered.
Welcome to
The letters stopped. The name of the town was gone, faded away years ago, and he had never seen it. But he recognized the sign all the same. He was here at last - he was where his dead brother, Kurt, had led him.
A young woman stood by the road. She was cold and sad and lost. Her car was in a ditch, almost a mile away, but it did not matter, for she was close. She could find her mom again after all these years…
But all this fog was…disorienting. She waved a hand in front of her face in order to disperse some of the haze that seemed to drape before her eyes. In fact, she could barely see the back of her hand, it was so thick.
That’s when the bright lights of a quickly approaching car enveloped her. So startled, the woman hardly even reacted before the vehicle suddenly let off a high screech as it glided past her position on the right side of the road, braking to a slow just ahead of her. The car soon came to a quiet rest, and the sound of a door opening and closing echoed out.
‘Strange, how any sound seemed to deaden in the presence of this haze,’ she thought.
From around the side of the black vehicle walked a man, young and not entirely well dressed. His clothing and appearance itself seemed rather hastily put together, and everything about him spelled out s-t-r-a-n-g-e to the woman as he got closer.
The driver saw the woman standing alone on the grass by the road and asked what any normal person would ask. ‘Why are you out here? Do you need help?’
‘I’m fine,’ the tired girl replied curtly. She thought for a moment before continuing with another question for the seemingly kind man standing before her. ‘I’m just traveling to a town near here. Do you know of such a town?’
The man smiled slightly and motioned with one hand as he spoke. ‘If you mean such a town that would exist out here, yes, I do. It should be less than quarter a mile down this road, if you’re talking about the one I’m thinking of. In fact, there’s a sign back up this old road that indicates it.’
She tried on a smile of her own before answering, ‘I must have missed the sign. Funny. It very well might be my destination.’
But the man was still put off by her being out here alone and spoke after a pause. ‘How far have you been walking…? I could give you a ride if you’re tired.’
… ‘No thanks,’ she said. ‘I’ve been going only a short while on foot, and if the town really is only less than a mile away, I think I’m good. Alone.’
The man decided, since he himself was stretching for time and preferred to go alone, to bid the lone traveler by the road a good bye and stepped back to his car.
‘My name’s Rachel by the way,’ she called back to the man. She did not know why she did.
The figure still moving back to the vehicle said, ‘I’m Virgil. Be careful in this haze.’ He did not know what else to say. He knew he had to go, and of course, there was no way to warn her of what was ahead.
The sound of the car door opening and shutting occurred again, and the starting of an engine followed. The form of the car accelerated away from Rachel who still stood by the road, thinking. She did not move for a few seconds. Then she resumed her slow pace in the direction the car had left…