STORIES FROM THE BESSED CELLAR

PART-4

CONTINUING DISCRIPTIONS OF THE WORLD AS SEEN THROUGH THE BLOOD-SHOT EYES OF KEVIN STING WILL BE FOUND BELOW. (After this Introduction and explanation.)

As you read the following, please remember that it is not a perfect world, and even farther from it when dealing with the twisted mind of Kevin Sting. These discriptions of Human Behavior, and Emotions should be taken with a grain of salt; and there is good reason for that. Kevin has always been known to attack each new day with one-half of his brain tied behind his back; and has continued to swear that he can hear the sound of 'One hand' Clapping. (Think about that.)

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NIGHTMARES:

155) The unusually strange images and sounds that tortured him throughout the day were to continually haunt him even more as they followed him through the dark shadows of his endless nightmares. 

FACIAL EXPRESSION/SMELL

156) He wrinkled his nose and grimmised.

"Smells like something dead," he thought.

THE BODY WALKING:

157) He moved along at an unhurried pace; he had come from no where, and was in no hurry to return to that world, not yet.....

FORENOON SKY:

158) The forenoon sky was blood-red; a sign to the wise: "Don't ignor it." he thought tp himself.

THE SMELL OF DANGER:

159) Danger hung heavy in the air. Much like a guilitine paused at the top during a french execution.

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NOTE:

EDGAR ALLEN POE once said:

"Write from the Ending....back to the Beginning."

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FACIAL EXPRESSION:

160) His jaw hung slack, all the blood drained from his face, and he became white as a ghost as the man bent on taking his life became more agrivated.

TIRED EYES:

161) Heavy eyelids, barely able to stay open announced the coming of the end of an exhausting day. Surrender would be sweet, but his nightmares would then awaken once more.

162) He sat there rocking back and forth denying his own existence.

NIGHT TIME SOUNDS:

163) The darkness suddenly became alive with night time sounds. First the crickets and frogs announced their presence, then a far off night bird decided to sing. But, what came next was chilling to the bone; a low almost inaudible sickening laugh split the darkness.

THE WINNER/THE LOSER:

164) It would turn out to be an unfair test because the winner wouild be the one to die in the end.

VOICE SOUNDS:

165) Talking softly/Screaming loudly/Gruff voice/A gravely voice.

WALKING/INTOXICATED:

166) He stumbled along the paper strewn sidewalk like a Sunday morning drunk heading home now that he could remember where it was located.

AN ICY WIND:

167) He walked along quickly with his shoulders hunched foreward, his collar pulled up high, close to his neck. The icy cold wind pushing hard against his back, pushing and stinging all at the same time.

A DISSAPEARING SMILE:

168) His warm smile faded quickly.

THE HOWLING WIND:

168) The howling wind screamed just outside the window. At times it sounded like a lost child in the wilderness.

THE SOUND OF WIND:

169) The sound from outside told him that the wind was rising, growing stronger for some reason. It seemed mysterious because there was no storm to drive it.

DEAD OR DYING:

170) It sounded like something either dead, or dying.

DEAD COLD SMELL:

171) The dead cold smell of a old camp fire. "Everything old smells of death," he mumbled.

THE DARKNESS OUT THERE:

172) The darkness rolled in fast, as if being driven by something lost out there in the night; something angry.

INSANE SITUATION:

173) It turned into a maddening insane situation.

SKY COLOR:

174) The evening sky was overcast, low, and gray. Still he could see far into the distance toward the hills where even darker clouds were gathering. The calm sky overhead would soon change to bolts of lightning, blasting thunder, and hard driving rain.

A SHRILL CRY:

175) A shrill cry full of pain and terror tore through the rolling fog. The wave of sound echoed down the valley bouncing between the hills until it was finally used up and dying somewhere far off but still trying to reproduce itself.

DARKNESS:

175) He felt that there was no other way but to move foreward toward the beconing darkness where he could hide from everything, except what might be waiting in there for him.

176) The man was heavy set, had broad shoulders, a thick body and very strong muscular arms. A huge head of hair springing from all directions fell over his face causing his vision to be obscured. The small beady eyes took in as much as possible, but missed the dark figure coming through the fog.

EYE MOVEMENT:

177) His eyes snapped open at the sound. He had been napping off but was not fully asleep. The sound was even more surprising because he knew that he had always lived alone. He now wonders if that was true.

178) The sound was muffled, and almost inaudible. It seemed to be screaming as if trapped and could not escape from the container that held it. There was no way to discribe it, except eerie, and haunting.

179) The air was still, the leaves on the trees hung quietly, and close together on their branches. There were no signs of nature, and no sound of it either. The birds were no longer flying or singing  and were behaving strangely. Huge flocks were walking in groups just ahead of him. This was not normal, or was it natural, perhaps they too knew, that death was hiding in the shadows....

180) An invisible presence made its' way through the fog. If in bright light, it would be discribed as hideous, so much so that it could never look in a mirror except for microseconds at a time without getting deathly ill. It was never to be a friend to anyone in this life, and maybe never a friend to anyone even in death. It had always remembereed something its' father had said when it was growing up: " Nitas, remember my words, and always carry them with you, no matter what! God never made any garbage, so love yourself every day of your life."

Hearing those words he wanted to answer, but never did; but if he had he would have said: "No, he probably didn't Father, but you have."

PASSING OUT:

181) A blackness rushed across his mind and the little light ahead turned into a pinpoint. Suddenly that too dissapeared as he fell into the darkness.

UNUSUAL BODY SHAPE:

182) He was a huge man with a barrel chest and short muscular arms.

SURPRISING WIND MOVEMENT:

183) A sudden gust of wind blew the the crisp brown leaves past his legs and down the side walk, but then reversed and just as quickly blew them back to where they came to a sudden stop just a few feet aheaad of him. He wondered if there was more to thIS night time darkness than a simple fast moving breeze.

All encompessing sound:

184) The sound swelled into the darkness until it eventually enveloped everything, consuming the darkness like a starving animal.

STRANGE FEELING OF FEAR:

185) The feeling of an impending disaster...

BARELY AUDIBLE CRY OF PAIN:

186) Whimpering softly...

CAUGHT IN A STEEL TRAP:

187) Something somewhere seemed to have a death grip on his soul....but what?

FACIAL WORRY, PARTIAL FEAR GRIPPED HIM..

188) His eyes narrowed and his jaw muscles tightened as he moved foreward toward the unknown....

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