Tin Universe Daily #125
There are so many versions of some stories,
Especially when a prospective to the title of
The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah,
The
Dream Trail,
The
dream was crushed… it was broken, and within that dream were images on shards
of glass; which were lining the floor in a pattern like a shattered window
massacre.
In
this place hot in a nothingness of white one spirit finds herself beaten and
defeated.
This
place is part of what the woman called her life and her home.
This
is an ending.
Little
images on the floor like television promos featuring moments from birth to
death.
The
trap was laid within the mind of a refugee who took his own life during the living
of this dream. The in flesh person was pushed to that point from a bargain
waged with a half demon called The Weapon. An innocent was sacrificed so a trap
by forces of great power and malevolence could be sprung attacking a spirit who
stood up for those in need of some sort of justice.
She
can barely breathe. Moving at all is a struggle. Getting up to be situated on
her knees took every once of strength she had remaining. Her gasps keeping her
chest heaving in and out and her eyes cast down looking upon her own blood soaked
hands caused each moment of life to sound out like perpetual discomfort.
Her
clothes where shredded, blood soaked and damaged like her body. Once she
traveled The Dream Trail famously dressed in what some would call her costume.
She saw it as her uniform of service. She always wore these red boots that came
from a dream about the old west and these black leather overalls she got from
the dreams of a lustful Goth boy in Winnipeg. She was an image to behold if
there ever was one to fit that phrase.
Out
from within this shattered dream came the scavengers of The Dream Trail, The
Burial. The peering white of the shattered dream was split into sharp cuts for
them to pass through. They are a one-conciseness being who survive within thousands
of bodies created from the leftover substances of forgotten dreams.
The
Burial on average stand at around five feet in height with dark red skin, two
legs, and they have one arm that reaches out from the side of their bodies.
Their hands have huge claws with fingers that can grow at will to unimaginable
lengths.
A
flood of them came out from the broken cracks of The Dream Trail; which is
where they live within to begin animalistic movements to circle her. She had
not even noticed them when as one they stand over her dripping an oozing green
liquid from their eyes.
She
was still in another place as one of the numbers began to speak in an almost
imploded speech volume, ‘We finally have you. After so many life times we get
to feed on your spirit.’
Another
of The Burial moves one of its long fingernails down her back though she does
not move and it keeps cutting until it is cutting deep enough to touch her
spin. It turns one of its fingernails chipping a little at one of the bones of
her spin, ‘You stood up for the flesh ones against the spiders. That was
foolish.’
A
whisper comes from her mouth but it almost sounded more like it was coming from
above, ‘I may… this da… but 8 more shall follow me… Mary’s hear my words.’
Fingers
grow, fingernails reach out, and mouths open ready to eat.
She
was called Mash. She once stood in front of a throne as a noble Sovereign from
an ancient planet called Headlingsi, who led her armies to many victories and
whose people died out so long ago that they are gone even to the memories of
the oldest of creations races. She was not known to many to be The Dream Healer
and one day will be forgotten in total but her life was with purpose and the
future will tell that, in time…
*For those people who have commented asking for Tin Universe Daily to contain longer entries, that will start with today's release. I had a lot of things to do to start the year and so I wanted to start off really really small and simple. That's always been the plan since I wrote this series more than a year ago. - B.C.W.
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