Oscar Martinez
Hello and welcome to the page. I’m very new to writing. I look forward to embark and grow on this journey.
Oscar Martinez
Hello and welcome to the page. I’m very new to writing. I look forward to embark and grow on this journey.
Hello and welcome to the page. I’m very new to writing. I look forward to embark and grow on this journey.
Hello and welcome to the page. I’m very new to writing. I look forward to embark and grow on this journey.
Taking a 100 foot rope into the games with me wasn’t a mistake. It was chosen because of the versatility of the item. Using this item crossties can help catch fish to eat, it can be hung and used as a trap on the ground to hoist up any caught prey such as rabbit, or deer for fearing in later. Although non lethal on its own, with proper combat training this rope can also be used to harm and take down your enemy.
The lake was our vacation spot. We would go camping here every summer with the family. I remember the time when you tried setting up the tent and you just needed one last knot and down it came because of the wind. We couldn’t stop laughing at you scram inside trying to escape. It was always such an amazing time being out here with you. We would wake board, fish, throw rocks and just be ourselves. The last time we were here, I can help but wonder why you decided to end it all. Everything was going great, or so I thought. You were about to marry Katie later that fall. You had a baby on the way and amazing career that could have supported two families if you needed. I just don’t understand why. I still cry myself to sleep at times picturing how I found you. I woke up and couldn’t find you, thinking you went to grab a few more cases of drinks for the evening, I went for a morning swim. I accidentally kicked your head when swimming out. I didn’t know if was your head at the time, when I looked down, I saw you floating, motionless with your arms floating by your side. Your hair looked so sleek like it was floating in epoxy resin. Completely thrown from I what I saw, I forgot that you were actually under water. I panicked and tried grabbing to pull you up, but I couldn’t. The weight of the stone you picked was holding you down by your ankles. I resurfaced and called the authorities. I sat there crying knowing I wouldn’t be able to talk to you again. All those summers we had together talking about the girls we dated and the crazy night we had, gone. Katie no longer had a future husband, Issac, the name of your unborn child will never meet his father. How could you be so selfish? I was angry for a long while. Until I realized being angry wasn’t doing me much of anything. I began coming out here every year to remember the good times. I wish you would have talked to me. We good have figured something out. I kiss you my friend. Rest in peace.
When I look in the mirror, I see me. The me that was made from all my past experiences. The me that continues to try hard everyday in hopes that tomorrow is better than the last. I see the me who has discipline, courage, and a strong mind to battle these thought provoking demons daily. The same person who can sometimes get weary in thought. Allowing self doubt to overcome the emotions. It ls myself who sometimes can’t bear the stresses life brings and just cries alone in the couch. I see the person who attempted the unthinkable only one time. Failure is a blessing. I see me who realized that life isn’t all that bad. Thats me I see graduating, getting married, having a family and buying that house. That’s me having the time of my life with my kids. I like me. But, as human as we are. At times the other me comes out and takes hold. The truth is, we all like the other me inside of us. Look, he staring at us right now.
Steven opens the door and gets in the car. A second later I hear him cry out in laughter. Curious what he was laughing at, I climb in and saw him still cackling, he was looking in the direction of the driver. I turn and took a double look, he was wearing a Yogi the bear costume. I chuckled right along with Steven and remembered it was national Forest Fire Prevention Month. The driver asks us to put on our seatbelts so we can get going. As he pulls on to the roadway I ask how long he has to wear that ridiculous thing. He confirms he has to wear the costume all month long. He already got in trouble for taking it off one day because it got too hot, and the customer complained to the wildlife headquarters that was a few kilometers east. By the sound of his voice and how he was talking he sounds like he’s struggling. I told the driver there was no need to wear the costume. We wouldn’t tell anyone he wasn’t wearing it. It must be awful wearing that all day. He removes the costume only to reveal he was actually yogi the bear. Am I in a dream? “Yogi?” I say hesitantly. “Yea what’s up” he says. Holy shit I’m going crazy, Yogi the bear is talking to me. I looked over at steven and he was still laughing at the fact, yogi the bear was driving us back to our campsite. “Dude I used to watch you all the time” he said. But then a sliver of reality hit me. The mushrooms we made with dinner, were they from back home? They might be the ones we found while hiking earlier that day. Either way that only meant one thing. I then realized we were tripping hard on mushrooms with Yogi The Bear.
While on my night run, I saw her sitting on a bench slumped over. She looked like she was crying with her head tucked in her legs. It was a whaling cry, something you’d hear from a mother who just lost her child. As I get closer, the whaling slowly becokes what sounds like a growl. I’m beside the distraught figure, I bend over to touch her shoulder and the skin of her face melts off. The figure turns around with maggots covering her face, old rotten bone showing through. No eyes, nose or teeth to be seen. It makes this alarming screech right before it jumps on all 4 running towards me. I run for dear life looking back and noticing it disappeared, never to be seen again.
I walk around, shielded my the robes I bear. Enchanted with the ability of invisibility, I am not seen, heard or spotted. I see the exit. Guarded heavily by the undead, ready to rip and tear through my flesh. I make a mad dash, the robe flies off after getting snagged. I barely make it. The horde of the undead saw me, but it was too late, I was out. The memories come flooding back, having to find dumpsters to sleep in, hiding from the creatures that awaited my flesh and bones on the daily. Blood sucking vampires, werewolf’s, demons and heretics awaited the streets for any human canvas to pass by. We were dropped in random areas, like a call of duty video game nightmare. We had to collect weapons and defend ourselves everyday to avoid death. The only reason I found out there was an exit from this hell was because of a brave soul, yes a soul. When a human dies, their soul wonders the City of Death hopeful for a way out just like the flesh of us. I’m so glad that I made it. I’m so happy it feels like a dream. I pinch myself just to make sure I’m not dreaming. Turns out I’m no longer who I say I am. My soul has been wondering the streets for years. My invisibility cloak. It’s no cloak, I’m merely a ghost. A remnant of what I once was. No one escapes the city of death. No one.
The one who snorts and laughs at every joke, the one who isn’t scared to let the house get a little dirty sometimes, the one who can’t stop singing their favorite song five times in a row, the one who makes funny faces at themselves in the mirror, the one who can’t seem to ever get the steak just right after watching Gordon Ramsey, the one who was sits on the couch and wonders why life is the way it is, the one who is scared to go to that concert because of the big crowds but goes anyway to impress their friends, the one who wishes someone would just listen without judgment, the one who is authentic, the one who is true, that someone is you.
Another puff of the joint she brought and now I see it. Her smile when she giggles, her snort when she laughs. It’s addicting. We come here everyday after school and just hangout. We would talk about how our days were and what was coming up during the week. Her parents aren’t really parents to say the least. She picks up her brother from daycare everyday after she leaves from here. She will go home and feed him macaroni or some chef boyardee, usually whatever canned food she could find. It was only once that she had to steal from the mini mart down the road. It had been days since her or her brother had eaten. It’s not an easy life. Her father has laid hands on her a time or two. I told her to report it, but she was too scared he would find out and do much worse things. I would report it, but then I’m not sure if I would ever see her again. One day she came after school with a busted lip, bruises on her back and a black eye. I promised her I wouldn’t call the police, but I lied. I couldn’t stand to see her in pain like that. That day before we left, we spray painted the wall together. We knew what we both wanted. A life with each other, a life worth living. Something neither of us knew we could have. I never saw her again after that. 10 years later and this abandoned shed withstood storms and wildfires. She was indeed my first true love. I would have withstood any storm or wildfire for her.
Isn’t she just the cutest little thing? She gets so excited when she goes out with her friends. They chatter like there is no tomorrow. As much as she is friendly and kind, she can also be the meanest little monster around. Mess with her while she’s trying to eat and she becomes a ravenous beast ready to pounce. It’s not that she is worried about the food being eaten, it’s more of the principal that it’s her bowl and her bowl only. Everyone knows to steer clear. She tends to sleep most of the day with no worry in the world. And she can only use the restroom when it’s not wet. Such a princess.
The steps below look brand new, as if it were built yesterday. The walls are made of stone like you see a castle built in Ireland are made from. I look straight down and see nothing. The steps just keep going. There is no light light at the bottom, it looks to keep going on and on. My heart is racing. Do I go down to see how far it goes, or do I stay up here and try again tomorrow. Then I think back to when I was first purchasing this house. If I would have waited until the next day and not made an offer when I did, I’d be in the next city over. This house would have been bought by the other nice couple here. I took a deep breath and took the first step. I was thrust into what some would have described as a portal. It felt like I was being torn apart. My insides feel rearranged and I can barely catch my breath. When I come to, I realized I was no longer in the house. Where am I?