With respect to Halloween I've decided to write a horror story! Enjoy.
Larry woke up, rolled out of bed, and looked out of his dirty window, staring intently at the bleak and dreary world he had once called home. Things hadn't always been like this. Larry remembered a time where the wrong side of the bed was less a friend a more a now and then acquaintance, seldom called on and less appreciated. He had once enjoyed the finer things in life. The occasional stroll through the fields, fine cheeses, associating with others... But alas, that world was gone. It had left with his wife.
Larry still wasn't sure what had happened that day. He remembered being waken early in the morning, but that kind of thing was normal, especially with young children in the house. What happened next was a blur of flashing lights. Even sound lost its place in his memories. He recalled fighting something with all he was worth. But he had been overpowered by whatever it was, and woke up hours later with a splitting headache.
Larry had searched for her. For weeks he hardly slept. Wandering the city in a doomed quest to restore order to his life. It was in the few days before his surrender that this pervading thought had entered his mind. Blackness. A rough, sweet blackness that might hold all of the answers he was looking for.
Larry was aware of the risks associated with that seemingly infinite stretch of dark, but at this point that made it all the more tempting. He tried to continue as he once had. But again and again that blackness crept into his mind, consuming all hope of regaining normalcy. Larry didn't remember when he decided, perhaps there hadn't been a singular moment. When pressed upon consistently one will inevitably give in. That black was like a slow but steady stream, and he the stubborn landscape.
And so the thought sunk in, taking hold on every waking moment his conscious mind could muster. Yet still he resisted. Still he continued on. Slaving over the mundane and fighting off the malaise that settled comfortably over his life. But still that stretch of beautiful, yet horrifying blackness prodded him into submission.
He yearned to take the first step onto that path. Hoping and praying that what he found was better than what he would be leaving behind. And then what he had decided on struck him. He didn't care what he found on the other side of that wide blackness. He firmly believed that anything, or nothing at all was better than what he had here. Whether or not his wife awaited him didn't matter. Whether or not he passed on into oblivion didn't matter. He WOULD take that first step. And follow it with another, and another until he knew. Because he had to know. He had to. And so he set out. Knowing that this journey would be the last.
As he arrived he became aware of a strange din that he hadn't heard the first time he'd come to this spot. But with his mind set he teetered on the edge.
Step
The thoughts and memories of the life he was leaving behind flashed through his mind.
Step
Somewhere in the distance the sound of a horn blared
Step
An old truck sped ever closer towards Larry
Step
Larry chanced a grin as he realized that his purpose in coming was almost realized
Step
A horn, quickly growing louder, repeated it's raucous beep
Step
"Darn chickens," the truck's driver swore to himself, though he made no attempt at the brakes
Step
Larry turned his head just in time to stare into the gleaming mouth of this approaching monster and thought to himself, "Finally."
The truck drove on, blissfully unaware of the life it had just taken, of the sadness that the life of that little chicken had entailed.
Its driver will never know what we do. He will forever ask himself: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" And we will think to ourselves of Larry, and silently give our answer, "To get to the other side."
In case you didn't get it, Larry was a chicken. And this whole thing was a new morbid take on that timeless classic. Hope you enjoyed it, try not to be too sad and have a happy Halloween!
Love as always,
Moody
