Michael threw off the warm blanket that seemed to suffocate his body. He needed to brush his teeth. A random thought, to be sure, but a good one. He got up and made his way to the bathroom where he would complete the task that random thought suggested. Perhaps he would sit and watch a movie--perhaps not. After scrubbing his mouth to an unsurpassed level of cleanliness, he shrugged back to his bedroom where he changed into a fresh pair of clothes. 5:06am was no time for a movie but he would watch one anyways. He fed the VCR a video tape. 101 Dalmatians. It was a childhood favorite and one that would drive his mind away from his recent nightmare. A few minutes into the film and he was out like a light. Asleep, that is.
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If only his vision wasn't severely impaired. Maybe then he could make out what was going on. He craned his neck to the left. Six large, fuzzy, red figures gleamed at him. 1:43PM. He was horizontal, he knew that much. Maybe on a mattress or table, or even on a floor somewhere. He tried to get up but a sharp pain in his leg and chest prevented him from doing so. The uncertainty of his surroundings was simply more than he could bear. Before he could even think about getting up, light, hollow footsteps announced the approach of another person.
Michael snapped his eyes open and stared forward at a blurry, black figure. The dark shape began whistling. He bent down to Michael's level and grabbed a handful of his sweaty hair. His eyes were blazing orange. Michael strained to make any identification possible, to no avail. His tormentor wore all black, capped with a black ski mask. The man let out a slight chuckle and threw Michael's head back, releasing the handful of hair. He stood and walked over to a bookshelf and took down a Bible. He thumbed through its pages until he stopped at one. His finger slid across the page until it rested at a verse. Proverbs 28:17. He read it out-loud in a nasty snarl. "A man tormented by the guilt of murder will be a fugitive till death; let no one support him."
Michael's eyes began to widen. How would he know about--
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- Hello, and welcome to my blog. My name is Garrison (also known commonly as 'sky') I have developed a passion for photography over the last few months and have decided that I will be going to college--Kendall University of Art and Design--to further my understanding and love of this particular field. I have been an artist since birth. God blessed me with the talent of freehand art, and has given me the desire to pursue photography in the same light. I am currently seventeen years old, with my eighteenth birthday around the corner. Please feel free to wander around, view my photographic work, and buy yourself a drink. Garrison | skyPhotography
1 comment:
was him watching a movie a dream?
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