He was terrified
at the image before him. A boy walked up holding his eyes in his hand while
blood was pouring from the sockets, and whispers, “This is what you’ve taken
from me. My life. My soul. This is your stolen prize.” The man fell to the
floor and started to inch back, away from the child, but lost all strength in
his body. The eyes fell into his lap, pupils staring directly at him. Before
the man could react, the boy disappeared, and the eyes were gone.
the living room the television screamed as it was turned on, “Today’s top
stories, there is still no word on the disappearance of a missing ten year old
boy. As we reported last week, Conner Williams was last seen at a local Tweety
Mart. Authorities are offering a reward for any information that would lead to
finding Conner,” a picture of the boy was displayed on the screen. He gazed at
it as if he were staring into the eyes of God. His hand reached out as if he
were brushing away the boy’s hair from his face to uncover the brown eyes that
were peering at him earlier, and then moved down the boys pale cheek, making a
stroke like he was wiping a tear away. The man left the television on as he
walked into the next room, shelves hung on each wall, filled with lit candles.
Each candle held a picture of a different child. He walked to the back wall
which had a window placed in the middle splitting the hanging shelf in two. He
brought out a new candle, lit it, and then placed a picture of the boy carrying
his eyes. It was the same picture of Conner that the news had released.
a voice shot out of the dimly lit room. The man looked around the room, seeing
nothing but empty space. His breathing became more labored, and his heart began
to beat faster. “Killer,” the voice spoke again. His breath came out like a
dense fog on an early morning, and his body began to tremble, either out of
fear, or cold, or both. He walked out of the room, and as he shuts the door a
wooden sign with the word Sanctuary carved in it bounces on and off making an
echoing noise in the hallway.
man stood still for a moment. He noticed that the television was off, and
allowed the silence to surround him. Adrenaline began to flow through his body,
for he was no longer alone. The house was so dark that he could not see the
intruder. He heard their footsteps, and felt a breeze pass by him. He listened
closely to the noise. They were small footsteps. They were children’s
footsteps. A moment of listening to the intruders and he knew where they were.
He opened the door to the sanctuary, and standing before him were the children
from his candles, eye sockets dripping with blood, while they held their eyes.
room behind them started to fade, as the children laughed and cried
hysterically. He wanted to scream, to make some sensible noise to keep the
horror in the sanctuary, but he could not gain control of his voice. The children
reached out and grabbed his hands, pulled him in, and forced the door shut.
Their laughter lingered in the now empty house.
few hours had passed and there were police cars driving up. They walked around
to the side of the house, and saw his body hanging from the window. The
forgotten children looked outside, and watched the police and paramedics cut
the body down. His eyes fell from his mouth and onto the grass. And as they
take the body away, the children giggle and let the flame of each candle burn
out, finally free from the sanctuary.
our circuitry—that is when the reprogramming begins.
Soon we’ll all be rockin’ and a hoppin’ along the labyrinth,
saying to each other, “I’m 964. Who are you?”
Happy little roosters and chickens falling off the face of
the Earth with the mind of lady vengeance recycling old story plots with pirate
weasels fighting the political mongoose for a brand new magik power turning 964
into a named being àR E B
I R T H !
He crossed the street and made his
way into the park taking the trail to its public restroom. Entering the empty
degraded restroom, he frantically tore off his coat and dropped his glasses on
the floor. The man walked up to a mirror and gazed at his reflection, and
studying the amount of blood that covered his clothes. He started to run the
water and as he rolled up his sleeves to wash the blood, a button fell of the
cuffs of his shirt and escaped into the drain. “I killed him,” he spoke to his
reflection which brought out a smile that only a clown would wear. He pulled
out a picture from his wallet of a young boy and written on the back of the
photo read, “Tyler age 10” and set it on the mirror facing him. “I killed him”
he repeated in the choked voice.
It had been
years since he read the headlines, “Amber Alert: Missing 10 Year Old Child…” He
watched the mirror, as if he were watching the reports on the television. The
words “Child Found Dead in LocalPark” flowed onto his
reflection and underneath the boy’s picture. He could feel and smell the
texture of the newspaper as he remembered the words, “Man Charged in Death of
He felt no
remorse when he took the life of that man who stole his child only a few hours
ago. The sun was barely rising as he sat in the café reading a pocket science
fiction novel and drinking an iced coffee drink enclosed in a glass bottle. As
he skimmed his book he heard a familiar voice and looked up. His son’s murderer
stood at the counter, ordering the only thing he could with only three dollars.
The man took a seat close to the grieving father, though not recognizing the
person’s face. The father closed his book, drank the last of his coffee-flavored
beverage, and got up to leave. As he was walking towards the door, he stopped
behind the free criminal, smashed his bottle on the table, and then while
grasping the top part of the bottle, he forced the glass shards into the back
of the neck. The body became still. He looked at the blood which flowed
sporadically in the café and on the plastic plant on the table, and then looked
at the face of evil one last time.
helicopters flew into the park and hovered over the restroom. The militant
power of the government showed no mercy as they waited for his surrender. He plays
no tricks as he walks out calmly.