Tin Universe Daily #161
(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams
NO REFILL: WAIT UNTIL THE SUNSET DIES- PART 9
Sunset
Dies,
This
is a place of down turned spirits. A place of twisted notions and fear in every
form you could possibly think of. It was once called a sister place to Hell
itself for the pure despair it impales onto souls.
The
landscape is basically sand, sand, and a few pyramids.
So
a place you curse people to go to because you don’t care for them.
Mark’s
dreams for the most part are patterned with nothing more than young girls in
bikinis on beaches or young girls minus the bikinis laying across his bed at
his condo in Daytona Beach.
He
got it cheap, rents it big, and keeps the place looking cheap.
He
never has nightmares, lives a good life without much worry and he goes through
his days doing his job of Program Manager at a Florida based circuit board
outsourcing manufacturer being a decent person, and playing video games without
any sort of impact on the world at all.
But
for the first time in his life after a life of above middle class privilege he
feels true fear deep in his soul as he stands knee high in a black sludge that
keeps trying to pull him down into its mass. The sludge is overflowing from a
bathhouse pool in a Roman style bathhouse place type place.
Mark
could hardly breathe as he struggled against the sludge trying to get to the
side of the pool, the stench of the substance was near close to the taste of
death itself and he has already thrown up once when he first arrived.
Sunset
Dies has this effect on those who are within it that is unique to it compared
to any other part of The Dream Trail and it is most definitely part of the
trail. When a human being is within The Dream Trail they usually know it, some
have very realistic dreams but for the most part people have the perception of
knowing they are dreaming, but within Sunset Dies you do not perceive what is
happening as a dream at all and for a matter of being able to tell this story
without getting into metaphysics it is real in any manner of real meaning.
Mark
barely makes it to the side of the bathing pool. Tired and worn out from the
trek through the sludge and manages with a good deal of struggle to pull
himself up and out from the sludge and out of the pool to rest for a second on
the white marble of the bathhouses floors.
With
his chest heaving in and out he opens his eyes to find a man in black Roman
armor standing over him. The man picks him up with ease and tosses him back
into the sludge pool. He makes the mistake of panicking right away and begins
sinking very fast within the blackness. Then when he cannot hold his breathe a
second longer his mouth opens and in pours the black sludge and he begins
choking and having convolutions all the while continuing his descent within the
pool. As if a peanut squeezed from a
tube of toothpaste he falls down through the sludge and the pool and lands hard
onto the surface of a solid glass room, which was beneath the bathhouse. Now
his chest is not heaving, it is not even moving, and if his eyes would open he
would see black sludge water hover over the room like a huge ceiling of Jello
in zero gravity.
(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams
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