Post by johnwatts05 on Apr 1, 2016 17:22:44 GMT
How blind we are to future threat in our artificial but safe modernity, living here at “The Hawthorns”. No monsters, few threats, a nice easy World; except for one danger; the mischances
of fate, that in our cosseted safety, we can fail to guard against.
It must have been awfully messy. On my way to get the morning paper I stepped back hastily to avoid Edith. She who was so concerned at my refusal to accept her God and, in her caring way,persisted continually in trying to save me from the fires of damnation.
Why should she go shopping at such an early unchristian hour?
Why did I not decide to secure a trailing lace before, rather than more comfortably inside the shop ? Why did the lorry pass at that moment ?
There was very little pain, but a great welling of scorching emotion, a silent roaring darkness which rose to a crescendo then faded to nothing leaving me with a dwindling perception that everything was over, this was the end. Goodbye world.
Except it wasn’t. I became very dimly aware of great heat and a thousand mounting shooting pains from my broken body. This was not the end then, but did I want to face return in my present state. I lay somewhere, in the road, in hospital, where-ever. I could not tell. Some survival instinct took over though and I knew that even with a seared mind or crippled body I should still rejoin the living. A sharp stabbing pain in my left side assisted me to towards a degree of conciseness. I became aware that I was lying on a large flat rock and sitting cross legged in front of me was a red wizened creature watching me intently. In my confused state this did not strike me as odd but just incomprehensible.
He stared at me for a long moment then picked up a cruel looking forked rod and stood up; or rather he uncoiled to a height of about seven feet and suddenly poked a jabbing thrust at my bare chest, slipping sideways I managed to avoid the barbs but with a lightning switch he struck my bare thigh. The shooting pain cleared the mist from my mind some more. “What was this? Where was I”. I said. He folded to a staring crouch again. “I have been waiting for you “ he said. “Who are you”. Atheist demon IK 18,440 089”, he said. I stared with dawning dread. “No No this is just a dream”, “Is it” he said. “ Yes Yes This is a fugue occasioned by my accident. You can not be, you do not exist”. His face opened to a grin from ear to pointed ear, as he told me that I, like he, was committed to this place of torture for all eternity.
He kept stabbing periodically till I screamed, I would have passed out umpteen times but he said if I did I would be sent for roasting. In deepest possible despair this went on intermittently for a good hour.. Eventually he said his duty pain-time was over for a while but one of the top holy souls would brief me on the rules. I lay there racked by fear and pain in a pitiful mental miasma. The top soul was an even taller demon with a long tail and horns but dressed in a sort of white blood smudged shroud . I cowered away but there were several sharp ponged Atheist demons at my back thrusting me forward. “Oh God Oh God” I said. Perhaps, I thought, I could turn, impale myself , and die again. “That will not work” Top soul said almost before the thought arose.” listen to the rules.
He said it really was not as bad as I imagined. Though regular torture was compulsory for all souls. when I got used to it It would not be quite so bad and if I was very good and did not present any useless rebellion I could eventually join the ranks of the Atheist demons, to replace occasional promotions to Top Souls. Demon IK 18 440 089 had got there in less than 900 years.
Better news? I went into paroxysms as it only served to clarify my exact plight.
He left and Ik came back jabbing again. And so these sessions continued sometimes in horrible exactness which was terrible, sometimes in a semi frenzied half awareness which was worse. Time passed in minutes or hours I could not tell. And then the roasting started. I thrashed and fought as demons held me down; now they were cutting into me with long metal knives. There was no heed here or any where, I screamed but could not hear my scream. Reality or whatever this was faded slightly as the heat bit deep.....
to be continued
of fate, that in our cosseted safety, we can fail to guard against.
It must have been awfully messy. On my way to get the morning paper I stepped back hastily to avoid Edith. She who was so concerned at my refusal to accept her God and, in her caring way,persisted continually in trying to save me from the fires of damnation.
Why should she go shopping at such an early unchristian hour?
Why did I not decide to secure a trailing lace before, rather than more comfortably inside the shop ? Why did the lorry pass at that moment ?
There was very little pain, but a great welling of scorching emotion, a silent roaring darkness which rose to a crescendo then faded to nothing leaving me with a dwindling perception that everything was over, this was the end. Goodbye world.
Except it wasn’t. I became very dimly aware of great heat and a thousand mounting shooting pains from my broken body. This was not the end then, but did I want to face return in my present state. I lay somewhere, in the road, in hospital, where-ever. I could not tell. Some survival instinct took over though and I knew that even with a seared mind or crippled body I should still rejoin the living. A sharp stabbing pain in my left side assisted me to towards a degree of conciseness. I became aware that I was lying on a large flat rock and sitting cross legged in front of me was a red wizened creature watching me intently. In my confused state this did not strike me as odd but just incomprehensible.
He stared at me for a long moment then picked up a cruel looking forked rod and stood up; or rather he uncoiled to a height of about seven feet and suddenly poked a jabbing thrust at my bare chest, slipping sideways I managed to avoid the barbs but with a lightning switch he struck my bare thigh. The shooting pain cleared the mist from my mind some more. “What was this? Where was I”. I said. He folded to a staring crouch again. “I have been waiting for you “ he said. “Who are you”. Atheist demon IK 18,440 089”, he said. I stared with dawning dread. “No No this is just a dream”, “Is it” he said. “ Yes Yes This is a fugue occasioned by my accident. You can not be, you do not exist”. His face opened to a grin from ear to pointed ear, as he told me that I, like he, was committed to this place of torture for all eternity.
He kept stabbing periodically till I screamed, I would have passed out umpteen times but he said if I did I would be sent for roasting. In deepest possible despair this went on intermittently for a good hour.. Eventually he said his duty pain-time was over for a while but one of the top holy souls would brief me on the rules. I lay there racked by fear and pain in a pitiful mental miasma. The top soul was an even taller demon with a long tail and horns but dressed in a sort of white blood smudged shroud . I cowered away but there were several sharp ponged Atheist demons at my back thrusting me forward. “Oh God Oh God” I said. Perhaps, I thought, I could turn, impale myself , and die again. “That will not work” Top soul said almost before the thought arose.” listen to the rules.
He said it really was not as bad as I imagined. Though regular torture was compulsory for all souls. when I got used to it It would not be quite so bad and if I was very good and did not present any useless rebellion I could eventually join the ranks of the Atheist demons, to replace occasional promotions to Top Souls. Demon IK 18 440 089 had got there in less than 900 years.
Better news? I went into paroxysms as it only served to clarify my exact plight.
He left and Ik came back jabbing again. And so these sessions continued sometimes in horrible exactness which was terrible, sometimes in a semi frenzied half awareness which was worse. Time passed in minutes or hours I could not tell. And then the roasting started. I thrashed and fought as demons held me down; now they were cutting into me with long metal knives. There was no heed here or any where, I screamed but could not hear my scream. Reality or whatever this was faded slightly as the heat bit deep.....
to be continued