I am a character without a name — Sound

June 13, 2008

“Don’t worry! Everything will be fine”

That was the last thing he said to me when he left. Those words were the last words I heard him say. Those are the last sounds I’ll ever hear him make.

When he said those words though, I didn’t think anything of it. He’s always been a positive guy, always encouraging and never a downer. I just wish that he would have realized that everything wouldn’t be ok. I just wish I could have said “I love you!” for one last time.

Now I’m stuck here in this shelter with the soft rustling sounds of other women moving about, doing their work, and children playing. If only they could hear what’s going on outside. If only they could hear the monotonous and mind numbing moans of what’s going on outside.

I wish I could hear for one last time, “Don’t worry! Everything will be fine.”

[image from Alexey Titarenko Photography]


I am a character without a name — Smells

June 8, 2008

The character of this story is not what you would consider as a normal person. Actually, if you would meet this character in real life, you would probably be scared and confused. Your mind would probably go crazy from the sheer unrealistic-ness of his existence.

But he doesn’t know this.

The first thing that the character of this story realized as he regained consciousness was the smell of death. The decaying of flesh. The smell of recently burnt hair and skin. It was all a combination of new death and old death. The strange thing about this situation though is not the smell, but the fact the the character of this story was not disgusted or repulsed by it all. Actually, the character of this story was attracted to the smell. Aroused by the smell. Soaking in the pure ecstasy that the smell was bringing him. And ultimately, craving the smell.

The character of this story had to do something about this craving. Something deep inside their mind was telling them to seek action. And with that, his eyes were open.

I am a character without a name

June 7, 2008

Death. Death. Death.

That’s all he could smell when became conscious.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

That’s all he could see when he opened his eyes.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

That’s all he could feel when his adrenaline stopped flowing.

Scream. Scream. Scream.

That’s all he could hear when his head stopped pounding.

“What is this place?” was all that he could think.