The Situation

[zoolane]

The Situation.


As I travel this bus to home bound I go. A funny motion crept inside of overwhelming of the current situation I found myself but what situation I ask myself. For instance yesterday was strange to say the least. I was in well know supermarket which well not name in case you think I am try persuade you to doing your shopping here. I was looking what sort biscuits I should buy. When I starting crying for apparent reason, then things on the shelves and in my trolley change appear. What I mean by that is change color and size. I was determine that it was going stop me. After lifetime well OK maybe not but it felt like it. Just as sudden as it happen it stop and everything was normal again. Now today feeling is weird then yesterday incident. I can not think of any one event that could of trigger this. So the question why I do feeling so overwhelm and yesterday hell was that about?

Well I am here. It time of nice cup of tea and slice my cake. I must snooze off more than once. I feel different and some thing about has change I know it is but what is it? Scratch my neck, my hair it gone. I rushing to my frost mirror and I have chunk of hair missing and patching of it are green and pink. I looking at my hands and realize that I must done it because the dryer on my hands. How? I was sleep. For second I thought I saw something in the corner. I have fire poke in my hand. I wave up and down in corner behind chair but nothing is here expect finger mark on my wallpaper in pink dryer.

[zoolane]

The blue velvet flowers seem approach me that great speed but walls are close in on me. The scent is back. the one smelt in the supermarket. My nostrils are burn and fill with chalk but hint sea salt. I blacken out first time. The faint sound of new reader from the TV stir me. I gather myself up from floor. The TV turn off but then on again now? The remote has no batteries in.

[hillwalker]

I haven't got a clue what this is supposed to be about but it scared me - the kind of thing you don't really want to continue reading but you can't help but continue to do so.

H

[zoolane]

Sometime later I felt my skin on fire, the heat is blistering me but for some reason my eyes will not open. I try to get to patch on my leg, my hands can only feel the cold floor. Where my carpet gone? I can see multi colour flashing images. Yet my eyes feel like they are glue shut, now I am scared. I am scream for help. Where did this material come from ? Who place it my mouth? Warm liquid seem to crept up and down my body, it that stuff again. Am I drowned? My eyes spring open and someone is standing over me with bucket of water. I try to rise up against my forcer but I am flat, tied to a bed of sort.

[AuntShecky]

Let me guess --someone has slipped the poor narrator
a hallucinogenic drug, right? (I had to "Google" the spelling.)

I agree w. the previous poster that the images are frightening.

[zoolane]

Nope sorry Aunt, there a story to tell just have not quite figure a way of tell it yet.

[AuntShecky]

Nope sorry Aunt, there a story to tell just have not quite figure a way of tell it yet.

I know it was a story--just wondered if that might be why the strange things were happening to your narrator. You've got us guessing, Zoolane!

[zoolane]

I feeling rush of cold air hitting my body, and touch of someone's hand. The sense is strange one, only because I sort of find in nice. My mind is confused I know I should terrify and it the tender stroke of their palm is make me have goosebumps. I am have lust as of my crime or are they the one with lust as their crime? Tongue is cleaning my thigh with bumps and wet saliva left path behind across my skin. The fear is beckoning me to get with present situation and the very increase danger that I am.

Cursing the fact that is my most darker fantasy but I watching as the playing out. Here I can not see who is it? The cold instrument is cresting my cheek and tummy. Warm lips are cover me with bare skin left on mark.

[Delta40]

I'm totally lost too but also very intrigued. Once again your unique style adds to the mystery of the story.

[hillwalker]

I'm getting a sense of someone who has either suffered a stroke and is incapable or some mental breakdown where they have ended up in an institution where they are at the mercies of the medical staff.

Though knowing zoo's sense of the macabre it could be something even more nightmarish.

H

[cafolini]

Nope sorry Aunt, there a story to tell just have not quite figure a way of tell it yet.

You might live a proof dyslexia took no away humor.

[zoolane]

Dampen cloth sear my trembling skin as well as the friction of a rough and jagged hand. In mind I see myself scream for help. I can smell strawberries which most desire fruit of all time. A smooth but cold liquid is mouldered into my body. I can heard sweet thing being whispered in my ear but accent I do not know. It deep, strong probably come from his soul. With the scent of strawberries in the air I drift into land of gain tic strawberries and cream. A closed of door bring back to reality. Trying to titch my nose. Oh I can. I remove all ropes and blind fold and shower. Laid out in garden which I see through the kitchen window is strawberries and cream. Hand written note 'I Love You' on it.

“I hope you enjoy your role model game? It my turn next” With a instinctively rouser deep accent.

[hillwalker]

Mhmm. Teasing the reader as much as the main protagonist in the 'story'.

I do tend to agree with Aunty that there must have been a degree of recreational drug use involved - either in the plot or in its creation???

H

[zoolane]

Mhmm. Teasing the reader as much as the main protagonist in the 'story'.

I do tend to agree with Aunty that there must have been a degree of recreational drug use involved - either in the plot or in its creation???

H

From begin I had plot in mind and now it was going to play out within the piece also I want to create the false sense of security and confused to the reader. I hope manage to convey to reader and to create a well thought out plot.

[hillwalker]

Yep - you succeeded.

But I'll admit I always find it difficult to keep up with something when it's posted in installments (and I'm not referring just to your own postings).

H

[zoolane]

It fine just get near my desk seem getting hard with dog chew things up if dare to go to toilet.