Wewriteabout.life

Category: story

  • JWA: The Attacking Haystacks

    Early in the 21st century, a group of young punks were out one day. Painting the town red with their shenanigans, they chanced upon a peaceful farm.

    Unlike most farms they encountered in the past, this one felt odd. No one could have predicted at the time, but the presence of the oddly shaped haystacks that seemed to almost blanket the plot were hiding a simple dark truth. 

    The towering misformed dirty yellow stacks were strange at first glance, but passed off as regular haystacks to the uninformed eye. One by one, the teens clambered over the fence and gathered for a round of hide and seek. Most of them shared the same brain cell and hid in the haystacks nearby, within earshot of Billy – the seeker. Others, craving more thrill, hid in the looming shadows cast by the moonlight, ready to scamper away at the sound of a crack. 

    5…

    4… 

    As Billy counted down, everyone prepared for the hunt to begin. Even the wind seemed to flee. 

    3… 2… 1… 

    Silence. Darkness itself ate the moon and the farm was plunged into a pit of hungry shadows eating at the very fibres of the teens’ confidence. Shrill screams punctured the air, rattling souls. The infinite cacophony that seemed to grow increasingly louder every passing second ceased suddenly. 

    ———

    Billy opened his eyes. Silence. Before him, a darkness so deep, he doubted there was even a floor. The personification of fear ran its tendrils down his back, sending shivers straight up his spine. Afraid to turn around, he approached the first haystack. 

    The haystacks around him seemed to pulse in his vicinity, the hay twitching like hairs on a timid child. Cautiously, he reached out to the haystack. Also sharing the same brain cell, he was almost cocky, thinking he’d find one of his friends immediately. In the spur of the moment, he lunged forward, hoping to catch them off guard. 

    Eviscerated. Skin tore, blood gushed, and a sharp twang of pain coursed through his body. He screamed in agony, his pre-pubescent cries breaking the silence. 

    Billy had been pricked. By the needle in the haystack. 

  • JWA: Death(the loss of a love)

    Light shines in the darkest places —

    If you know where to look

    How many ways can you describe the abyss of death? When you gaze into it, it gazes back. If you love it, does it love you back? 

    Loss of a love is a special feeling of depth. A depth so deep it’s simultaneously unfathomable and fathomable. A void you scream into that never replies. 

    ———

    You\’ve gazed upon their being. The one you’ve grown to tolerate and love. Every mole, blemish, and imperfection of their soul, giving life to this perfect creature before you, bound to you by an unexplainable thread. It’s a presence that you’ve tested and similarly, have been tried by. Yet, you’ve never cast it out. Always occupying the same room in your heart, proving that there was always so much more you could have offered. Nevertheless, they’ve wandered around in there and gradually made claim of the rooms they’ve passed by, adding their own little sticky notes in the book of “you”. 

    ———

    Now, you gaze upon that same heart. It was far bigger than you could have ever imagined. It surprises you that such an immense volume of nothingness could exist within your tiny frame. For a brief moment that lasts a lifetime, you peer into the black, unable to focus. Your eyes have nothing to focus on. Seeing blind, you leap in, perhaps hoping to catch the fabled glimpse of comfort. Perhaps a shimmering crinkle in the ink black fabric offering serendipity. But nothing happens. You are still on that edge, diving deeper, cascading into darker, staler depths by which time a profound feeling of helplessness and solitude cocoons you entirely and your world is perfectly black. Time stopped when they fell still in your arms. The world lost its colour when the casket became heavy. Existence was cold as you watched the fire. And now your world will never be again. 

    ———


    “And soon as you submit

    Surrender flesh and bone

    Love takes on a life

    Far greater than your own

    It uses you at will

    And drives you to despair

    And forces you to feel

    More joy than you can bear

    Love gives you pleasure

    Love gives you pain

    And yet when both are gone

    Love will still remain”

    ~ Love Never Dies, Andrew Lloyd Webber