bITS 'N CHUNKS
Back to the bullshit everyone, So...this became my sort of Dark Tower homage I think. I enjoyed the concept of the story and the main character but I lost a lot of steam with it, so you'll see later I tried to write another one and lost steam AGAIN before I just took a break and said nah. I think I know what I want to do with him I just need to give his story time to percolate. Meanwhile, this is technically the end and the other one is the...middle? Man, writing is fuckin' weird. "The Death of a Priest"
The snow was falling in a peculiar pattern today. First it swayed to the right, then it swayed to the left, like a dance. So gentle like down and cold. The Priest sniffled and his nose twitched when a delicate snowflake fell on his nose. Ice and snow had already made a home in his bushy red eyebrows and his full beard. The snow has been relentless this week. His deep steps were quickly swallowed up by the snow that fell all day and all night long without rest. His cloak and hunter's cap weren't doing too much for him these days. A raven had long since ripped his hood off in a fight and his hair, the thick braided mane that was his pride, had fallen by the wayside months ago. Before him was white terrain, broken up only by the massive pond of reflection on the horizon. He's been walking so long he doesn't know if he can stop at the sloped, muddy edges of the pond. The water was so clear and so blue, untouched and unbothered by the snowfall. But The Priest did drop to his knees. He drops to his knees and sighs, looking up at the flurry of soft snow that was engulfing the land. I've waited a long time for this, he thought. The pond water glowed and bubbled in response. A voice from the depths rises up, clearer than it has any right to be. "Welcome back, My son." The Priest blinked away a few snow drops making their home in his eyelashes. His Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. "It's good to be back, Mother." The pond ceased glowing and bubbling and the earth rumbled and shook around them, cracked, shifted as Mother reached a single, enormous tentacle as green as any emerald out to caress Her son's face. "You have finally accepted your destiny," She said and it was very matter-of-fact. The Priest finally cast his gaze down at her. "At long last." The tentacle dragged down his face and caught part of his beard. "How long has it been?" She mused, in no real hurry and eager to catch up with Her last offspring. "About eighty years, I'd reckon," The Priest answered. He was a bit anxious both to accomplish his task and also in wariness of any scolding. "Eighty!" She bellowed. "That's a whole mortal life time." "I suppose that would depend." The tentacle dropped down back into the water without fuss, without splash. The pond grew still and silent for a few minutes. Had he offended Her? A chuckle bubbled up from the water and it glowed once more. "You're right," Mother said simply. "It's so good to see you back. I almost hate for you to return." The Priest paused. In his mind, he thought of the last song he played on the radio before embarking on this journey. I've seen all this world I care to see… He laughed and shook his head. "I don't." The pond ceased glowing again and the earth and snow around him groaned in sympathy. He pulled open his cloak to reveal the malformed, fleshy tentacles that distended from his waist. Once upon a time, before releasing him to the human world, Mother had tickled them playfully. She did it again now, brushed against them as hundreds of her deep green appendages sprang forth from the pond. They wrapped around every inch of his body in a slick, wet close embrace, rotating his body clockwise and his head counter-clockwise until his neck popped and snapped. The tentacles dragged him down into the deep, no fuss and very little splash like the good child The Priest has always been, and all went quiet. I Told You I Couldn't Stop - Jakob Dylan
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September 2018
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