Post by austin on Aug 3, 2006 10:52:48 GMT -5
Death Stalks Me
By
Robert Austin Meacham
Desperately grasping the arms of the wooden rocker, gnarled fingers and stilted legs prevents the old man from moving, except for the slight motion of the rocker as his head drops towards his lap. Sitting wide on grimacing face, his pale blue eyes glared at the chamber floor with the perception of his haunting. With cunning speed, a thick darkness shrieked the echo that stalked him. Even in mortal terror, the old man could only groan. As the night waned, he summoned the acuteness of his senses he would need to confront death’s coming. Swiftly, his head snapped back and the cold wind of death rushed through his eyes, piercing them and shattering them into thousand pieces. He panicked at the end and his thoughts grayed before they extinguished all together.
By
Robert Austin Meacham
Desperately grasping the arms of the wooden rocker, gnarled fingers and stilted legs prevents the old man from moving, except for the slight motion of the rocker as his head drops towards his lap. Sitting wide on grimacing face, his pale blue eyes glared at the chamber floor with the perception of his haunting. With cunning speed, a thick darkness shrieked the echo that stalked him. Even in mortal terror, the old man could only groan. As the night waned, he summoned the acuteness of his senses he would need to confront death’s coming. Swiftly, his head snapped back and the cold wind of death rushed through his eyes, piercing them and shattering them into thousand pieces. He panicked at the end and his thoughts grayed before they extinguished all together.
