Story Time

So I started a project about a month and some ago that basically dealt with self-discipline and such. If anyone follows the subreddit 'TheXEffect' you'll know what I mean...but I'm pretty sure no one does.

So here's a link. http://www.reddit.com/r/theXeffect/

Basically you pick something simple that you want to do for 52 days. You do it then after 52 days it's an ingrained habit. One of my things was to 'Write for 15 minutes' and so I've been writing little stories and such for about 42 days. I'll be posting some of them, they're not master pieces just small tidbits of whatever is floating in my mind. Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for reading!

Egg Warehouse

Outside, the sounds of the concrete forest squealed and roared as they bounced off the flimsy metal walls of the warehouse. The doors had been shut for three weeks. In that time the heat and stench of the flesh and juices had begun to suffocate his senses. The skin popped and ripped below him as it retreated back to form human legs as he’d had in a past life. They felt wet and rubbery like they’d just been painted on. Sensation began to slowly fill them as the warm embrace of blood filled them from hips to toe. A constant steady rhythm of the eggs chanted throughout the room and calmed him like a mother’s womb. He stretched his arms back and let out a sigh as the bones he hadn’t used in weeks cracked and popped underneath his muscles. The eggs could feel the movement and began to breathe in deeper shallow breaths as they began to wriggle and shake within themselves. He stepped over his children, tip toing between the sacs and larva that covered every inch of the building. He could feel the floor beneath pulsing with life, a warm sensation reaching out towards him. His eggs would hatch soon. They would spread in every direction and consume everything in their path. The cycle would repeat, over and over again and his seed would be grand and bountiful.

A Black Cadillac

I'm getting back into writing again since I've always wanted to do it consistently. Will be posting anything that I feel is worth reading or at least I enjoyed after finishing it. Hope you guys like!

A Black Cadillac

Don cursed the snow as his foot was sucked down into a mound of brown colored slush. It had been snowing for three days straight and the city wasn’t prepared for this type of all-out weather. Although visibility was low and most of the streets were clogged there were still flocks of taxis out. He flailed his arms in the air as a number of yellow flashes sped by him without a hint at stopping. His face stung as the wind picked up and nipped at his face. He kicked a pile of snow but was rewarded with a pile of ice as pain shot through his leg. He limped back onto the sidewalk and rubbed his hands together just as the squeal of brakes stopped behind him. Don turned around to a black Cadillac that looked like it had just driven out of the factory. The front passenger window rolled down as a glove wrapped hand beckoned Don forward.

“You need a ride?” a deep gargle of a voice asked. Don moved closer but had trouble seeing the driver, the windows were tinted and shadows lapped the driver up in a blanket of darkness.

“You a taxi?” Don asked as another yellow blur blew past them.

“Yup, not your run of the mill but I’m a taxi.”

The car had no markings, a scent of burnt wires and lavender escaped from the interior. Don ripped open the back door and plopped into the back seat.

The seats were covered in dark smooth leather and the tinted windows seemed to eat the sunlight as it hit the car. The driver rolled up the front window but didn’t bother looking back as he began to drive forward.

“I need to get to 217 Hampton Street.”

The driver sat still as the car moved forward.

“You need to buckle up, dangerous without a belt.”

Don sat back and looked for the belt, it was stuck in between the middle seat and his. He pushed his fingers between the cushions and felt something hairy brush against them.

“Whoah!”

The cushion gurgled under him as something hard pushed against his bottom on the seat and moved around.

“Shit! I think there’s something in your seat man!”

Don stood up awkwardly and leaned over the front seat.

“Sit down! Put belt on now!”

Don glared at the driver and gagged as the smell of burnt wires jumped at him.

“There’s something in your seat dude, some kind of animal or something! Stop the car I’m getting out!”

“Can’t stop car. No place to pull over.”

“I don’t fucking care, pull over the car!”

“Put seat belt on! NOW!”

Something brushed against Don’s leg as he jumped and screamed hitting his head on the roof.

“Fuck this!”

He fumbled his hands over the backseat door, had it gotten darker since he got in? He could hardly see what he was touching with only the back of his hand rubbing against the doors leather. There was no crevice, no indent for a handle the door was completely smooth.

“Stop the fucking car!”

Don looked at the driver but no one was in the front seat. He jumped forward into the driver’s seat and grabbed the wheel. It tugged and pulled against his movements, the gas pedal was slowly pushing itself down as the car accelerated. Traffic swerved and screamed as the car began to gain speed. An 18 wheeler emerged from a side street and Don covered his face with his arms and screamed.

The sound of the trucks horn cut out midway. Don could feel his heart slamming inside of his chest as a steady droning silence filled his ears. He slowly opened his eyes but was only greeted with darkness. He prodded in front of him where the windshield was but only felt cold leather. A small pulse pumped where his hand was as he jumped back into the driver’s seat. He shut his eyes and began to whimper as his seat belt slowly glided across his chest and buckled itself. A number of what felt like furry whips caressed Don’s entire body echoing with small chirps. The belt squeezed and pushed down on Don’s chest as the whips grabbed his hands and legs back with what felt like small beaks. A warm wet feeling dripped down his wrists as Don realized it was his blood escaping from where the whips were. He tried to scream as more tiny whips began to rip off his clothing and bite into his chest but another seat belt clicked over his mouth drowning out his screams into its leathery cover.

Michelle was already worried that it was dark out and that she wouldn’t be making Steven’s play tonight. She held her hand up as taxis blew by her in a stream of crushed snow and ice. She hugged herself as a cold wind whipped through the streets and swept the warmth away from her. She stared at the crushed snow beneath her and sighed to herself as a black Cadillac pulled up in front of her. The front window pulled down and a deep gargle of a voice came from the inside.