Part of the Twilight Chronicle
I must insist you to believe me when I say that it wasn't merely a dream, neither hallucination; it was real, and I really saw what I have told you up till now; diffuse and abstract as it may seem to you, but by god, have you never pondered the ultimate chaos which spreads above our barren minds, and the placid island upon which we are born with the untamed knowledge of forces unexplainable and strange; I mean, look at the cosmos; where does it cease? Or does it cease, and if not, what else could be?
It's perplexing how some things, indescribable as they may be, exist under the sun; or to be more precise, beneath the ancient moonlit nights and constellations of strange kinds.
That night I saw god; merely by the woods outside of our hometown, and she did not smile; yes she, God is no man, but woman.
And god is not of love and peace, no, merely of wicked ways, perplexing and strange.
You think I'm a madman right?
Think then of those other things which our common friend has told you; Eduard has said many things, and still you believe him; and now, making things even sharper, and making reasons for you to believe me even more clear, Eduard is now hospitalized and considered insane.
So you believe a madman; but you can't find reason in my telling of my experience that night within those ancient country lane woods?
Perhaps you deem me mad as well?
I know you are a long time resident in town, and I'm aware of the fact that you yet have faith in Christianity, and superstition is something which I also know is something you try to keep away from; and maybe you are right in your beliefs, but I tell you Taylor, that age old wood is not of a Christian god of whom you keep such high thoughts of.
That night as I walked half asleep, almost in a conscious state between that of dream and being awake, upon a path of rock and moonlit pebbles, I faintly heard a voice from within the woods; and this voice I followed until I found myself standing in a wide clearing within the earlier hall of trees; and upon this clearing close to the western part of it stood a small hut of tree and old misshaped rocks.
From the woods by that side ran a stream of dirty, muddy water, dust of it escaping and screening the whole scenery of this glade with a stinking mist in soft shades of sickening yellow and disturbing brown, so that the skies above were veiled a bit and could be faintly seen from my position at the rim dividing the woods and the clearing ahead of me.
Then a sudden incursion, as I vaguely discerned a figure in the eastern edge of the clearing, hiding behind a grey moss covered boulder; I discerned in this silhouette horns so at first I thought it might have been an elk; instead the moment after it rushed out of the wooden rim and into the fully lit plain in the wood.
Even to this day I cannot say what I saw, for I rushed the whole way from that cursed temple, yes a temple with wooden walls, and starlit unknown ceiling of the universe and all which thrives beyond; rushed until I was out of the cursed wooden site and out on the midnight plains beyond.
I have pondered this many times Taylor.
I must insist you to believe me when I say that it wasn't just a dream, or a mere hallucination; no it was the mere essence of that which men may not describe with words; it was the thing in the woods!
Short story by Christos Tsolakidis
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Written on 2009-04-08 at 19:11
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The Thing in the Woods
I have pondered this many times Taylor.I must insist you to believe me when I say that it wasn't merely a dream, neither hallucination; it was real, and I really saw what I have told you up till now; diffuse and abstract as it may seem to you, but by god, have you never pondered the ultimate chaos which spreads above our barren minds, and the placid island upon which we are born with the untamed knowledge of forces unexplainable and strange; I mean, look at the cosmos; where does it cease? Or does it cease, and if not, what else could be?
It's perplexing how some things, indescribable as they may be, exist under the sun; or to be more precise, beneath the ancient moonlit nights and constellations of strange kinds.
That night I saw god; merely by the woods outside of our hometown, and she did not smile; yes she, God is no man, but woman.
And god is not of love and peace, no, merely of wicked ways, perplexing and strange.
You think I'm a madman right?
Think then of those other things which our common friend has told you; Eduard has said many things, and still you believe him; and now, making things even sharper, and making reasons for you to believe me even more clear, Eduard is now hospitalized and considered insane.
So you believe a madman; but you can't find reason in my telling of my experience that night within those ancient country lane woods?
Perhaps you deem me mad as well?
I know you are a long time resident in town, and I'm aware of the fact that you yet have faith in Christianity, and superstition is something which I also know is something you try to keep away from; and maybe you are right in your beliefs, but I tell you Taylor, that age old wood is not of a Christian god of whom you keep such high thoughts of.
That night as I walked half asleep, almost in a conscious state between that of dream and being awake, upon a path of rock and moonlit pebbles, I faintly heard a voice from within the woods; and this voice I followed until I found myself standing in a wide clearing within the earlier hall of trees; and upon this clearing close to the western part of it stood a small hut of tree and old misshaped rocks.
From the woods by that side ran a stream of dirty, muddy water, dust of it escaping and screening the whole scenery of this glade with a stinking mist in soft shades of sickening yellow and disturbing brown, so that the skies above were veiled a bit and could be faintly seen from my position at the rim dividing the woods and the clearing ahead of me.
Then a sudden incursion, as I vaguely discerned a figure in the eastern edge of the clearing, hiding behind a grey moss covered boulder; I discerned in this silhouette horns so at first I thought it might have been an elk; instead the moment after it rushed out of the wooden rim and into the fully lit plain in the wood.
Even to this day I cannot say what I saw, for I rushed the whole way from that cursed temple, yes a temple with wooden walls, and starlit unknown ceiling of the universe and all which thrives beyond; rushed until I was out of the cursed wooden site and out on the midnight plains beyond.
I have pondered this many times Taylor.
I must insist you to believe me when I say that it wasn't just a dream, or a mere hallucination; no it was the mere essence of that which men may not describe with words; it was the thing in the woods!
Short story by Christos Tsolakidis
Read 598 times
Written on 2009-04-08 at 19:11
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