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Naturalism Story
March 13th, 2008 by crackdaddykane66
alright so we just watched the movie to build a fire, and learned a thing or two on naturalism. I understood it in a sense, and at the same time i didnt. i got the concept of it but i dont know if i could ever write like that. but i did make an attempt. we were given the assignment of writing our own short story with naturalistic views i guess.
Now my story, i did it a little differently, and im not even sure i followed the guidelines. i dont know that it even has characters of naturalism in it. But instead of doing man vs. nature i did man vs. himself. In my story it’s about this man (no name) and he has these horrible migraines. weird things start happening and in the end he’s no longer himself. at all. so enjoy the story for whatever it is.
Another migraine. That pounding, aching feeling. Like someone was drilling into the core of his brain. They came and they went just like days through the week. He didn’t really understand why he had them or where they came from. They were just there. He’d seen a doctor and he’d prescribed nothing more than light pain killers. These dulled the pain but never made them go away. These horrible headaches they came with a heavy sweat and occasionally blackouts. He’d wake up, not quite knowing where he was or what he’d done. This never struck him as terribly odd. It had just always been this way.
Work was the worst, having to work through these unbearable migraines. Then with the nagging boss demanding work. But today, this headache, oh it just topped them all. It drove straight into his head and left him staggering. He finally made the decision of taking some time off work and hopefully get some more professional help. He went on his way to his car parked across the street. He waited patiently on the corner waiting for the lights to change. He pinched his thumb and his forefinger to the bridge of his nose and began to walk with out considering the oncoming traffic. A van sped by and nearly clipped him. The driver’s angry yelling broke him out of his daze and he realized what he had just done. He cursed himself for being so stupid the whole way home.
It was a small shoddy little place on the corner of the block, his house. Nothing spectacular. The headache had begun to throb and his temples felt as if they were going to explode. He quickly rushed inside and went straight to the sink. He grabbed for his pills and drank them down with stale water. Out of nowhere he felt himself grow dizzy. The glass slipped right through his fingers and crashed upon the kitchen linoleum. His eyesight grew dim and as if in slow motion he just crumbled to the floor.
He awoke some hours later. He was sure it was night when he came to. He sat up and collected himself. His headache had almost completely dissipated. He thought his legs felt weak as he brought himself to his feet. He stood up straight and began to walk to his dining room. He looked back to the kitchen to see footprints in blood. He must have stepped on a shard of glass. Why had he not noticed the sharp pain that anyone else would’ve felt? He found this a little peculiar, but just pushed the thought aside. He made his way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What he saw horrified him. He no longer saw himself but someone completely different. A skinny nose, a smaller mouth, and a bright green set of eyes instead of his plain brown which stared right back at him. It had his clothing on but not his face. His gut began to turn.
“Who are you?” he asked the man only to get no response. He continued to interrogate the face asking why he was there, who he was and what he wanted. All to no avail. The face stayed completely silent. Then the face twitched. It blinked rapidly for a moment then opened his mouth real wide as if to stretch the muscles in his face. Then its mouth moved to form words but no sound came. The face began speaking freely but it meant nothing. It paused for a second to see if what he’d said registered. Then its expression turned angry. It started to yell but still no sound came out. The edges of the mirror began the crack. Another migraine began to set in.
He quickly ran away to his bedroom and sat in the corner with his knees to his chest. He began wondering why this was happening and what was wrong with him. His thoughts jumped from one to another and he started questioning his sanity. He knew this wasn’t normal. He broke into a sweat as the headache worsened. Now different, strange thoughts began to enter his mind. Thoughts that shouldn’t have been there, thoughts that weren’t his own. It was almost like a deep voice in the back of his head. The words were distorted but soon became clear. He understood what they said. His face began to wretch as he turned his head back and forth franticly. He began to mumble “No.” repeatedly. His headache progressed even more, worse than before. He slid onto his back. His eyesight began to change. It was different in a sense. The light flickered then went out. His body started going into convulsions and flopping around like a fish out of water. Then he went stiff with his back arched. His eyes wide open facing the ceiling, mouth gaped open. Finally his body slowly relaxed and his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and got up. He casually walked to the bathroom and threw water on his face. His hand reached to grab a towel and dry off his face. As the towel slowly descended from his forehead he saw his green eyes, the slender nose, and that small mouth no longer looking so small as it smiled crazily from ear to ear. Then he raised his fist up to the mirror and rapped a few times. The mirror blurred and slowly brought forth an image. A face appeared. It was a frightened looking individual. He looked right into its scared brown eyes and said “Why hello stranger. Thank you for this.” as he motioned with his hands at his body. The face just stared back then began yelling and pounding on the mirror. Yet it made no sound. The face continued to scream and slam its hands on the mirror. The man simply switched off the light and slowly closed the door.
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Dearest Butthead,
March 5th, 2008 by crackdaddykane66
alright so this story was actually pretty decent. It’s about a very typical family that goes on a trip to Florida and unfortunately run into some trouble. i think it may undermine the story to say they got into a LITTLE trouble. So you’ve got your anal retentive father figure guy, who has his mind set on taking the family to florida. Now the ridiculously obnoxious grammy, now she wants to go to tennessee. She is saying everything she can to sway his mind. “The children have been to florida before, you all ought to take them somewhere else for a change so they would see different parts of the world and be broad. They never have been to east Tennessee.” She even tells them of a killer on the loose that is suspected to be heading toward florida. The kids dont care at all. “I’d smack his face” Now while we’re on the subject of these “children”( i say “children” in a sarcastic tone. they are little dumptrucks to me.) let me tell you these little cherubs, if i may, are worse than the grandma. i cant even begin to fathom a rode trip with them. “John Wesley kicked the back of the front seat so hard his father could feel the blows in his kidney” ugh. stressing on the ughhhhh. if those were my children. oh they’d get beat. mainly with a pillowcase and toaster oven but that’s off the subject. So along the way they get into a car accident. Of course it’s got to be their luck that the serial killer happens to find them. i found him to be pretty interesting actually. he was a character indeed. At times he kind of rambled and it didnt quite make sense until you reread it. he ends up killing the entire family. bu before he does so the old grammy pleas for her life offering money. “Lady, There never was a body that give the undertaker a tip.” i thought that was cute. heh but overall it was a good read.
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