Short Stories

I like the idea of writing a book but I don't have the patience or the time (I have important things like sitting down to do) so sometime I'll be struck with a fantastic idea and I''ll write a short story. If you thing this is boring then further down the page is a section on Music and Pot. Anyway here's a little tasty number I wrote, enjoy!


Visions

I looked up - I couldn’t believe my eyes; it was coming closer and closer. I closed my eyes and ran as fast as I could. The flames were licking my heels. There is nothing I could do; I couldn’t keep running for ever. I had to let go, move to a different level from this shadowy plane of existence. I stopped; turn round, `Ahhh’ the flames engulf me. This was the end.
Black, all I could see was black. No wait, what is that, a star maybe? There another and another. What is this? I could feel something, something hard, all around me, no I’m trapped! How could this be I surely must be dead. The flames, they must have...have been illusions. And this, this must be an illusion. But it feels so real. How do I get out of it? No, No, No. I closed my eyes, hoping that someone would save me from this nightmare.
‘John, John wake up, he wants to see you,’ I opened my eyes and looked up there was Dr. Phillips standing over me. He helped me to my feet, I needed help to stand up since they slapped to straitjacket.
‘I had the dream again, the same, the end…’ I drifted of as he gave me a sedative. I could hear a dull drone in my ears and faintly make out the shining white corridor and I could feel the two guards dragging me to the end room. They bought me in, sat me on the chair and left the room. I tried to lift my head to look at the man sitting opposite me. I didn’t really need to look at him, I knew who it was. Dr. Stevens was the head doctor of the asylum. I could hear him clear his thought and the rustle of papers on his desk, though I couldn’t look at him. There was a silence and he said,
‘So, John is it. John Bain,’ why did he ask this he knew my damn name. ‘Dr. Phillips has been telling me that you have been having some bad dreams again,’ He said in his soppy patronizing voice. I managed to straiten up and looked him right in the eye.
‘Nightmares doctor, their nightmares,’ I said, ‘They are nothing to be made fun of. They are the reason that I’m in this God forsaken place.’
‘Yes I seem to remember that you went to the mayor’s office insisting that the world was going to end or something, and he had you arrested. Call me old fashioned but I think that saying that the world will end and attacking the mayor makes a man insane,’ he said.
‘I had to make him listen, he wasn’t….’
‘Yes well, that is completely of the point let’s be moving on shall we?’ He interrupted me, again. He always did that. He wanted everyone to know that he was the boss and that we did things to his liking. I hate the way he thinks of us. He is supposed to relate and care about us but it is plainly obvious that he is just humoring the authorities. He didn’t care if we stay here or get released, but for all he cares we can just stay here forever.
‘So Mr. Bain tell me about these dreams,’ he said and looked at me with a big smile across his face. Why would he care? But I might as well tell him, he had never bothered to ask before.
‘Well there are two which I have, on alternate nights,’ he started to right in his book which he the word BAIN written on the front. ‘The first is the one I had last night. I am lying I my bed and I get up I see a huge wall of fire hurtling towards me destroying everything in its path, I don’t know what caused it but I run as fast as I can. But I realize that there is know hope and stop, the flames carry me off, then there I am looking up into the dark sky and stars start to appear. I am then stuck in my mind until someone comes to wake me’. I finish and then he asks, not looking up from book.
‘And the other one?’ I looked at him; did he really want to know? Maybe he just wanted proof to ship me of to the maximum security prison up state.
‘Well,’ I said after a second or two,’ It was like it continued from the last one. I was sitting a small sought of crude concrete shelter. There was no roof but there was a piece of transparent plastic above me. I could see a building strutting out of the ground in front of me, covered in snow. Then the cold hits me, hard. I start to shiver as the cold engulfs me. I breathe in and a rush of cold air floods down into my insides, like opening the door in a warm house when it’s cold out side. Then I am frozen forever.’ I continued to say,’ the strangest thing is that when I wake up I feel cold and cough up a bit of ice.’
‘Has doctor Phillips seen any ice in your room?’ he said looking up.
‘No it melted before he could see it, but I swear that it happened, you have to believe me!’ I pleaded, loosing my cool.
‘Well Mr. Bain, I think that it will be some time before we get any good feed back from the powers that be, so I will see you next month,’ he gestured to the two guards by the door and they started to walk towards me.
‘You’re making a big mistake, Mr. Stevens,’ I said. ‘It’s Dr. Ste…’ was the last thing I heard before I was sedated.
I awoke on a hard surface. I stood up, looked around. Where in the world was I? I was on a street with towering buildings either side of me. My blurry vision cleared up and I saw that all the windows were blown out and that there was ash and soot all over the place. The buildings were scorched and there were upside down cars on the road. I had to find shelter, the ice was still to come.