Time (Flash Fiction)

Tonight I am sharing a Flash Fiction horror that is close to my heart. It is based on a true event. I wrote it for and about the love of my life, Aeryk. It encompasses my feelings when we have to say goodbye to each other, because we live on opposite sides of the country. Good news is, I get to see him again for the holidays this friday! ❤ 

Thank you, as always, for reading. 

It is raining. You are sharing an umbrella with me. We are soaked, but smiles still plastered to our faces. Your brother holds up his new camera, and snaps a picture of us, says its romantic. That’s when I turn to face you, and you show your dimples and ask, “what?”

I kiss you, in front of everyone on that road. Our eyes are closed and I feel the cold droplets run down our faces, onto our lips that are pushed together in unison.

We are ignoring the world.

This was a wonderful moment, when demons were too scared to come near us because all the light in heaven was pouring over our two bodies, pressed together. Inseparable, we conquered all the struggles that tried to tear us apart. We refused to leave each other’s warmth. Nothing could ruin us.

Nothing, except Time.

And Time came for us, from the depths of the black it crawled towards us. Slowly, and in strides it neared us, and we felt its presence. We looked over our shoulders constantly, its lingering aura growing in weight and size. Time, this horrid abomination arrived, with its yellowed claws it ripped into our peaceful nights when we would lie awake, noses pressed together as we inhaled each other’s exhale. Time reached up from under the bed we lay in and grasped our beating hearts in its palm. It squeezed, and our vessels burst into a collage of deep reds, blacks, and blues. Liquids drenched our eyes as Time hammered nails into our skulls and reached into our minds, sucking out our memories of endless drives through the mountains, and walks under the trees. Time replaced those memories with the reminder that none of this, none of these happy, peaceful, ecstatic, passionate, harmonious, warm, carefree and worry free days would last. Time was going to kill these days. Time was going to rip these days limb by limb and slowly, consume them and consume us and every second that brought joy to our moments. We were no longer the people we had been, because Time had come from the black and turned the light off in the sun, filling our hours with nothing but a dull screen of smoke, our vision blurred so that we had to fight through it in order to see each other’s silhouettes. I could barely make out your face the day Time brought us to the dragons. The dragons that fly over our world. Time had turned them into scorching lizards with no remorse in their hearts, only destination. Time grabbed my arm, tugging it nearly out of its socket and dragged me as I thrashed and screamed with a resisting nature that exhausted me to a point in which my body gave out. You followed behind me, trying with all your strength to save me, but not even you could stop Time. It gripped my neck, choking the life out of me as I gagged and coughed with the sickness that Time injected inside me. It felt like the end, with every muscle of mine inflamed and my bones shattered, to us it was the end.

But suddenly, Time was generous, and as the world went on around us, Time stopped for just you and I. With heavy eyes I looked at you, as my body was sprawled across the cold floor. You stood by me, with an uneasiness I had never seen in you before. You reached out for me, and at one last moment we collided again, and your warmth melted the ice on my skin, and your smell cancelled out the rot of my organs, and the honeysuckle on your lips moistened my crusted mouth. You saved me, and that’s when Time brushed against my shoulder. A reminder that Time was still there, still ticking.

With that, a glimmer of hope flashed us a grin, and Time unfroze, and reality struck, and I left your arms, and the cold air filled my being, and I turned and you were gone, and Time would not stop dragging me, and I wanted to go back, and I looked again and you were still absent, and I stretched out my arms but you did not take my hand, and I looked to my side and you were not there smiling, and the dragon was there waiting to take me away.

Space V.S. The Mind: The Perfect Setting for Horror

I love setting. As a writer, I am always focused on imagery in my writing and the surroundings of my characters. This will be the hardest comparison, because the setting for both The Evil Within and Dead Space is FAN-FRICKEN-TASTIC.

Space

I adored Dead Space’s “alone in the universe” feeling it gives you when you first enter the game. The first and second Dead Space games really gave you that feeling of isolation in the depths of an abandoned Ishimura,

SPACE! It looks beautiful but the place will make you pee yourself...

SPACE! It looks beautiful but the place will make you pee yourself…

Its just you and Isaac and a bunch of monsters wantin’ a taste of you as you fight your way through a sci-fi setting of doom. This feeling of isolation is especially pungent in the first two games, while the setting changes a bit in the third. Because it is co-op, you have the option of fighting through this impending doom with a partner. I chose to play it through co-op with my boyfriend, who got a great laugh every time I was scared half to death.

With Dead Space 3, we see a lot more interaction and freedom with space itself. You can travel outside of your ship, and use a shuttle to get to different areas in the vicinity. In this game, we see a lot more of the atmospheric detail that went into the design of this deadly space setting.

You are able to float through debris and different abandoned ship sights for side quests, and this allow for a whole new Dead Space experience different than the first two games, in a good way.

The Mind

With The Evil Within, it is a whole new story. This setting changes every chapter, and sometimes multiple times within a single chapter. You never know where you are going to end up, as all of these places are memories from a group of victims that died under the hands of Ruvick.

My FAVORITE chapter of the whole game, when you get to enter Ruvicks memories contained in this old Victorian style mansion. It's gaming gold.

My FAVORITE chapter of the whole game, when you get to enter Ruvicks memories contained in this old Victorian style mansion. It’s horror gold.

One minute you are in a hospital, with rolling wheelchairs and creaking doors, the place seems to have a mind all its own. The next moment, you are transported to a Victorian Mansion, Ruvicks home, as you uncover the secrets behind our insane villain. After that, back to Beacon Mental Hospital, or perhaps Ruvick has other plans for you as he transports you to the now post-apocalyptic city. Or how about a church? Or a forest? Or a dungeon?

After that list, you may be wondering if those setting are all really part of one game. I promise they are, and although it may seem overwhelming, the inconsistency is all the more fun. It is a gaming experience like no other, and as the player being thrown around in all of these settings, you begin to question your own reality.

I cant tell you how many times I frowned out of pleasant confusion and surprise and asked myself out loud, “what?” as I was taken to another setting never seen before.

The Evil Within and Dead Space have amazing details put into their setting designs, and I had a hard time which one came out on top.

I went with The Evil Within, because although the Dead Space setting of isolation is wonderful, the whole “super space sc-fi setting” has been done before. I loved it, but The Evil Within was like NOTHING I had ever seen or played through before. It was different and a surprise during every chapter. I had NO idea what to expect, and it kept me wishing the game would never end.

The Evil Within – 2

Dead Space – 1

~G