October Writing Challenge Entry- Moose

October Writing Challenge

 

On a dreary October night, Robert sat absent mindedly watching the news. It had been raining for well over a month now with no end in sight. The rain pattered against the window and the wind howled. For the first part of October it was unseasonably cold even for Iowa. As the weather man droned on Bob grew weary and soon drifted off into a bored slumber.

 

When Bob awoke, he noticed that for once it was sunny outside. Birds chirped happily, and children ran the streets playing. Bob walked out his front door and was greeted by the warm sun on his face.

 

This is odd, thought Bob, it is supposed to be cold and rainy for weeks.

 

As the thought crossed his mind Bob felt a sharp stabbing pain in the base of his neck. He shook it off and decided it was time for a nice long walk.

 

As Robert walked, something seemed wronged. Cars were different colors, trees and landscapes were out of place. Every time Bob noticed something that seemed off, that sharp pain returned, and he put his head down to continue his walk.

 

After a decently long walk, Bob turned around to return home. As he walked he noticed again, that certain cars were a different color than when he walked past them the first time. The sharp pain returned but this time he ignored it, pushing on. The pain grew until Bob couldn’t take it any longer. Bob collapsed on the green lush grass in front of his house begging to know what was happening. Bob crawled forward crying out in agony.

 

“Enough!” came a raspy voice from behind him.

 

Bob turned and saw a tall figure standing right behind him. The face resembled that of a man but was missing large chunks of skin and muscle, exposing the skull underneath. The creature raised its bony hands void of all tissue and shot strings from their fingertips. The strings hooked themselves to Bob’s neck, arms, hands, legs, feet and the top of his skull. The creature forced Bob to his feet by pulling on the strings attached to him by large metal fishing hooks. His skin tore under the pressure as he screamed, but the creature continued to pull.

 

“Come.” The creature pulled Bob forward, tearing skin and muscle from bone. Bob tried to struggle but the creature was to strong. The more Bob fought he could feel his tissues tear. Blood began to soak threw his clothing as the ground feel away from the creature’s feet. As the creature pulled, the portal opened wider. Bob was dragged forward, screaming for help. Reaching the creatures side, he saw it smile, the face splitting in the middle to reveal razor sharp needle shaped teeth.

 

“Soon your life will be mine”, The creature rasped. Bob felt his skin begin to melt and tear away as the spots of missing tissue were filling in on the creature. Once the creature had assumed Bob’s visage, his lifeless body was thrown into the portal.

 

“This will have to do for now…”

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September Writing Challenge Entry- Moose

Thank you Grant for getting me started again! It may take some time to brush the rust off but it feels good to write again!!!

My first time on a Football Field.

      I was 13 years old the first time I strapped on that gear. The bulky shoulder pads, the menacing helmet, and the jersey. Many people who watch professional sports don’t realize what that jersey means to the player. It means you belong to something bigger than just yourself. That no matter the outcome you fought your hardest for yourself and fellow team mates.

Stepping onto the field for the first time was a day I will never forget. Game day, lights on, people in the stands. You can smell the sweet green grass as it gives way under your cleats. The roar of the crowd all but drowned out by the heart beating your chest and in the chests of the men around you. All beating as one as you rush the field prepared for battle. You feel your pulse rate climb and synchronize with 30 other people. You aren’t just teammates, you are family. One entity working together to destroy an opponent.

Coaches lead their teams in pregame warmups and prayers. Asking God for strength, and forgiveness. Strength to overcome this adversary and forgiveness for what we are about to do to them. Last minute stretches, preparing your body for war. Final preparations made, plays adjusted, equipment checked. You scan the crowd and see hundreds of eager faces willing you to perform, to fight your hardest. Your heartbeat fills your throat.

Kick off. The ball booms through the air and you can hear it slam into a receiver. A small ball made of leather, filled with air, cracks through the air like a bolt of lightning. Pads strike pads as warriors collide. There is no sound like it. The straining and sound of forceful impact. The thunder of footsteps resounds in your core. Shaking your very being down to every fiber. This is it, this is your time. Whistles blow. The Play ends, time to breathe.