I dabble a little in a lot of things — writing, webcomics, gaming, photography, web design, music, and more. I write code full-time and words in the gaps in between.
We had no neighbors. That was by design. Dad didn't like people. I didn't much care for them myself. So it was our livestock that died first. Dad hadn't even had a chance to step off the porch with that second post before the cows started keeling over. The goats, further away, went next. Then the chickens. Then the birds flying in the air. Within minutes, Dad and I were the only things within a mile still alive.
It was also the first time I'd even seen a hint of uncertainty in Dad's eyes. Fear flickered there for a split second...
...and then he was off the porch and sprinting at that gold post, eyes cast down. I think he roared, though he might have screamed. He swung that steel post with everything he had, cracking it across the gold one with enough power to bend both.
I have no memories of those next few minutes. It's possible I blocked them from my mind. I have every reason to.
When I looked, only a wooden figure of my father remained, still clutching the steel post that ultimately spelled his end.
Comments (6 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
That, uh, escalated quickly.
- #920 Posted 8 years ago
I don't entirely know what it is, or understand what's going on, but I do know that I find it interesting.
- #921 Posted 8 years ago
- 5 out of 5
- #928 Posted 8 years ago
I love the atmosphere, a sort of iris-in on the homestead. I see the posts as related to the title, surely, but aside from that, I cannot form a clear image of what could explain the deaths and the banging of the posts, to coin a phrase. I do wonder if in your mind it all has at least a beginning of sense. I know many times I write a glimpse of something without a plan as to what it means, waiting for the sequels to explain it to me. I loved this.
- #938 Posted 8 years ago
- 5 out of 5
I had to write again after going back to your list of post posts, and by now I'm at least better oriented than I was a moment ago. Still, yes, discoveries come to me too, a kilobyte at a time.
- #940 Posted 8 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Never piss off the gods. They do not like it. And they have weapons.
And they know where you live. And they know where you will go next too.
You can post, but you can't hide.
- #984 Posted 8 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
Doom fell from the sky that next day. At least, that's where we assumed it came from. There were m…Fourth Post!
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