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    CAKEWALK, PART 1 by Clitoris Rex
    January 16, 2011  Short stories   Tags:   

    There is a point on the horizon.  Take that point and split it in two.  Split it again, and again, and again until you reach a space, one that cannot be split.  Within that space you’ll find the most immense horror you can imagine.  Oceans of pain, not just the type of pain that your flesh so poorly translates, but the actual essence of it.

    A thing.

    This thing between worlds follows you everywhere you go.  Each step you take moves in parallel through this landscape of pure unquestionable pain.  Usually you are unaware, yet sometimes a fissure opens and you become vaguely aware of it. The light goes on, the light goes off.  Well now that gap, that crease in the fabric of our understanding, well someone cracked it open and left it open, wide enough for the least of it to come trickling into our world.  You can see it now.  What you are seeing is a taste, a mere glimmer of the true horror that walks in step with us.  Our trials, our fights, our tears, all of it replicated in screaming horror not inches from your own soul.  Within it, around it. Its there and laughing at you, spitting its dead up at you.  To it, death is not a vague concept, it is the truth.  It is for all and by all, no matter how ignorant your feeble mind remains.  On every plane but ours, there is death and pain, screaming to get in, beating at the edges and now, it has broken through, to slowly recover the sliver of space it lost in an alien time, before the planets and the civilizations that rose from the dirt.  This life?  This life is a fucking cakewalk.

    Each single heartbeat reverberates through the layers of blackness, each echo feeding back on itself, multiplying its horror exponentially and infinitely into the deepest caverns of space.

    There is no inverse, there is just it, pacing the lifeless flesh, shaking it deep enough that it moves and makes noise.  Filling it with enough hate that it walks, seeking to spread its hate as far and as wide as possible, to eventually claim its own and own it all until every last pinprick drips with the black and complete.  Never to be regained by a sentient beast or thought or flower or child or streak of sunlight ever again.  For those of you still fighting, this is what you are fighting for.  This is the hellish tide that you alone stand within.  Feel it flow around you and past you.  Feel it gnaw at your every inch, ready to reclaim you the second you drop your eyes or miss your step.  It already has you.  THIS LIFE.  IS A FUCKING CAKEWALK.

    There is no end to it, and there is no end to us.  Put something, anything in your hand that weighs heavier than their rotted shells.  Anything that you can swing, shoot or throw that will reclaim another inch for our kind.  Another fucking breath that we can rip from their wasted bodies, their wasted lungs.  Their full fucking bellies.  They want more, and this land, this piece between these gates, these walls that we built, this piece of land, the dirt below it and the sky above it belongs to every one of you and YET, THEY LIVE.  THIS LIFE.  IS A FUCKING CAKEWALK.

    NOW!

    The gates open and the screams almost start immediately…

    9 Comments

    1. Nice to have you back Rex. Truly Awesome. The pure essence of horror in a Zombie story without any story, characters, scene, or even story. Like a single frame of a zoetrope, time stopped, hanging in lucifers front room. Of course it raises enough questions to make me salivate for part 2.

      Yeah, real good to have you back among us. Ya dark b*****d 🙂

      Comment by Pete Bevan on January 16, 2011 @ 3:49 pm

    2. I feel as if I was a guest in some beatnik’s party and the supreme guest had just finished his obsessively dark poetry. How was it done in those days? Oh yeah, snap, snap, snap.

      Comment by Clement S. on January 16, 2011 @ 9:41 pm

    3. It’s been too long since Rex graced this site with his work, and now he come backs with pure gold. Just an amazing piece of work. I just keep reading the last paragraph over and over, picturing a single man addressing a crowd of weary, shabby humans, ready to face death head on. More, more, more.

      Comment by Nick Lloyd on January 17, 2011 @ 8:20 am

    4. Man,,,that was well done. For me, it was timely as well. I woke up this morning kind of glum for no reason I could pinpoint and was in a bad mood until I read this.

      Now, I’m walking in the sunshine again with bounce in my step, a smile on my face and a cheerful tune whistling through my lips. Thanks for lifting my spirits!

      Comment by abe on January 17, 2011 @ 4:53 pm

    5. This could be a zombie themed Henry the Fifth speech, or a manger at McDonald’s speech to his workers before opening on a ” free hamburger with every meal ” day. 🙂 It was brilliant, though. As others have said, great to see you back. You are one of my favorites. You paint so well with words.

      Comment by RandyB on January 18, 2011 @ 11:12 am

    6. Wow,,now there’s a speech from someone you’d follow into battle…”where’s my nailgun ?” Well played guvnor !

      Comment by johnjack on January 21, 2011 @ 11:30 am

    7. Brilliant

      Comment by AndyM on January 24, 2011 @ 4:31 am

    8. Wow guys. Thanks for all the feedback, and thanks for reading this stuff. Part 2 is on the way.

      Comment by Clitoris Rex on January 24, 2011 @ 9:11 am

    9. Hmm i feel odd saying that i dont like it that much. Beautifull language and all but there isnt a story….

      Comment by John H on February 7, 2011 @ 1:19 am

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