Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 2: One Up, One Down by 247homr, literature
Literature
Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 2: One Up, One Down
The constant din was almost unbearable - presses stomping down and sending the sound of metal hitting metal echoing seemingly through all existence, valves releasing the hiss of air as they relieved their hosts of pressure just in time to build up for the next cycle, the squeak of ill-maintained rollers and conveyors crying out to let all of their operators know that a machine's life was not much better than the life of the emotionless drones operating them. For hundreds of feet that seemed more like miles, battleship-gray and dull lime-green machines pounded away at producing whatever they were programmed to produce that day. Large chunks of
Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 1: You...umm... wha?!? by 247homr, literature
Literature
Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 1: You...umm... wha?!?
"Come on, Janie! I'm beating you by a mile!"
"Wait up! Wait up! Tommy!"
"Bet I can climb higher than you!"
"No way! I can climb to the top!"
"Janie Blue, don't you even think about climbin' that cherry tree! You know what your father would say!" The voice could be heard throughout the park, but drifted right past the young ears of the little girl who was so determined to one-up her best friend and most persistent opponent. "Janie! Don't..." The woman stopped, realizing that she was talking to the air. Mrs. Mitchell, Janie and Tommy were three of many small-towners who inhabited the rustic town of Hammond. They, like everyone there
There was blank emptiness as far as one could imagine, seemingly going on for infinity. This span of absence could not be defined by color, by warmth or coldness or by any distinguishable emotion, just empty. Time and distance held no meaning. Seconds were years, inches were miles, everything was nothing and nothing was everything. This void was not a place, but the state of mind of one unkempt, indifferent human being as he stared blankly at whatever pointless drivel was flashing across the screen of his twenty year old but still kicking thirteen inch Gold Star color television. He was of the opinion that modern technology could not improve
Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 2: One Up, One Down by 247homr, literature
Literature
Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 2: One Up, One Down
The constant din was almost unbearable - presses stomping down and sending the sound of metal hitting metal echoing seemingly through all existence, valves releasing the hiss of air as they relieved their hosts of pressure just in time to build up for the next cycle, the squeak of ill-maintained rollers and conveyors crying out to let all of their operators know that a machine's life was not much better than the life of the emotionless drones operating them. For hundreds of feet that seemed more like miles, battleship-gray and dull lime-green machines pounded away at producing whatever they were programmed to produce that day. Large chunks of
Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 1: You...umm... wha?!? by 247homr, literature
Literature
Kill Phil Cult - Chapter 1: You...umm... wha?!?
"Come on, Janie! I'm beating you by a mile!"
"Wait up! Wait up! Tommy!"
"Bet I can climb higher than you!"
"No way! I can climb to the top!"
"Janie Blue, don't you even think about climbin' that cherry tree! You know what your father would say!" The voice could be heard throughout the park, but drifted right past the young ears of the little girl who was so determined to one-up her best friend and most persistent opponent. "Janie! Don't..." The woman stopped, realizing that she was talking to the air. Mrs. Mitchell, Janie and Tommy were three of many small-towners who inhabited the rustic town of Hammond. They, like everyone there
There was blank emptiness as far as one could imagine, seemingly going on for infinity. This span of absence could not be defined by color, by warmth or coldness or by any distinguishable emotion, just empty. Time and distance held no meaning. Seconds were years, inches were miles, everything was nothing and nothing was everything. This void was not a place, but the state of mind of one unkempt, indifferent human being as he stared blankly at whatever pointless drivel was flashing across the screen of his twenty year old but still kicking thirteen inch Gold Star color television. He was of the opinion that modern technology could not improve
There was a dead body on Sandie's back porch, and it was trying to get in.
She wrung the coffee out of the front of her shirt, made damn sure that all of her doors and windows were locked, and called Mike.
"Mike."
"Yeah? Sandie? That you?"
"You don't know anything about this, do you?"
"About what?"
"The zombie."
"Come again?"
"Mike, there's a zombie on my back porch. It's leaving smears on the glass door. Is it yours?"
"I... Could you repeat that?"
"Zombie, Mike. It's a dead body in a puddle of nasty, and it's leaving more nasty on my door. God, I can even smell it. This is one thorough job, man."
She edged away from the door, keep
New year's resolution! One drawing a day .(In addition to a few other goals that have been set. I may reveal those later - those of you who know me know where to look to find out what they are!!!)
After 3 years (almost 4 now) of having a Deviant Art account, 10 years of knowing it existed, and *undisclosed* years of scribbling things on paper and canvas, I've finally gotten around to submitting some stuff. Planning to keep up on all scattered future projects, and eventually get some of the the highlights of everything I've ever done (maybe even old SCHOOL projects!) out there. If anyone wanders my way, thank you for checking it out!