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The trees swayed in the light breeze, fluttering on the edge of a wind, and the air hung heavy lower down, over the road and the high, freshly cut heges. The smell of just-mown grass filtered the air through heavier scents of fertilizer. A perfect summers day on the edge of the moors. I walked along, just strolling, ambling up towards the crested ridges that lined my bedroom windows view, and was dosed up on sheer elation at beign alive. I mean, you know that feeling where things can not possibly get-any-better sort of thing? Y'know? It was great. A buzzard swung overhead, looking for an end to a life, and I watched, oddly concious of something ending just near me - something just dissapeaing - the opposite to the world I existed in now - That world, the creature on the ground - was opposite - a world of fear death and near danger. It crossed my mind, and then wandered on, to find another receptor of thought.
I walked on, up onto open moorland, where heather and gorse fought for room, and grass underfoot was springy and comfortable. So I lay down on it, looking up at the sky. The usual thoughts drifted past. School, poems, ideal situations, money, girls, games, but apart from that, nothing of any significant spiritual importance. You see, I am me - I mean, I was complete at that point - Nothing more was needed. I didn't need to find anything or any person. I suppose it is what you call perfect happines. I don't know. As I lay there, I became aware, of something. A boy was walking along the hills to my right, the other side of the road, as it curved over the ridge and fell into another beautiful wooded valley. They boy was looking for something, hidden in the heather. As I watched, he stooped, and then stood up. Screaming. At first the sound was something not real - I'd never heard somebody screaming in real lif - For proper I mean - You know, in that terrified way of seeing something impossible, an act of God staring them in the face. Of course, I had no idea what he had found, and no idea of what to do. I lay there for a few minutes. He screamed again.
A few seconds later, a woman came running up the hill I was on. I tensed. She was not right. An air of sheer horror hung about her. Despite my inner feeling, I didn't move, and waited. She came up to me, not breathing hard, even though, as far as I could tell, she had been running since she was born. It seemed like it. The air was cooler now, touched with an impercptible feeling, something just beneath awareness, and I didn't like it. Even the buzzard had gone. Now all was still.
As she came closer, I could see her better. She had long blonde hair, and dark, dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, very disconcerting.
She carried herself in an air of shyness, hidden feelings, of confused emotion. She was, apart from her eyes, really quite attractive, but I did not relax one bit. The air had turned sour around us. She stared at me, as if me lying here was something very very wrong, and that she was the owner of the land, and hated all who even touched it. Then I noticed something. She had an odd bracelet on her wrist. Ringed with a kind of metal I could not place.
"Did you see a boy running around up here?" A sickly sweet voice ran through the wind. I shivered. Not because of it, but where it came from.
She hadn't spoken. As far as I could tell, the voice had come from space, the centre of the earth, or the wind.
"I said, have you seen a boy?" 'She' asked, and this time it was her. I saw her speaking, but it was so closed that it as hard to spot.
"Er, yes - A boy was running up away over there" I pointed to the far hill, which was now deserted. I turned back.
She was gone. The air remained sour, and I noticed that the ground was colder, and suddenly, I spotted all manner of bugs crawling over it. I jumped up, and brushed myself off. I was scared now. The clouds had come in from nowhere. I didn't want to be that boy. Whoever he was was in trouble. That woman, wasn't a real thing. Nothing so sickly sweet, or such an illusion of twisted innocence could be real. In fact - no, that couldn't be. Hmmm......
I walked back down the hill, and out onto the road. I strolled along, relaxing after that peculiar encounter. I walked towards the next valley in between the two hills, and as I looked up, a dark shadow swept accross the sky. I shivered again, but kept on walking. Suddenly I tripped. I fell over, but was not hurt - except that I found something that really shocked me. The womans bracelet was lying in the road. I picked it up, but lo! It was hot! So hot I can remember the pain! I dropped it quickly, nad stared at it. The entire world seemed cold now, but this bracelet was hot. I looked at it. It looked to be made of gold, but it was slightly, well, 'off'. Really like its owner. Something beautiful that was contorted and twisted in some very odd way, that reminded one of a festering mass of evil, rather than a sweet, attractive girl. I stared at it, and got up, and began to walk. Very fast. I then ran. *CRACK!* I spun. A hand was reaaching up, from the road to take the bracelet. Heat blasted through the air, and I felt the sheer horror of the unknown hit me again. The bracelet had gone. I turned and ran, hellish horror pitching my mind into blackness. The boy, the boy was all I could think of. What of him?
Then I remembered. The woman. She had cats eyes.
I ran.
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Just a little story (and personal) twist on old Dartmoor Devil stories. Hope you enjoyed it!
I walked on, up onto open moorland, where heather and gorse fought for room, and grass underfoot was springy and comfortable. So I lay down on it, looking up at the sky. The usual thoughts drifted past. School, poems, ideal situations, money, girls, games, but apart from that, nothing of any significant spiritual importance. You see, I am me - I mean, I was complete at that point - Nothing more was needed. I didn't need to find anything or any person. I suppose it is what you call perfect happines. I don't know. As I lay there, I became aware, of something. A boy was walking along the hills to my right, the other side of the road, as it curved over the ridge and fell into another beautiful wooded valley. They boy was looking for something, hidden in the heather. As I watched, he stooped, and then stood up. Screaming. At first the sound was something not real - I'd never heard somebody screaming in real lif - For proper I mean - You know, in that terrified way of seeing something impossible, an act of God staring them in the face. Of course, I had no idea what he had found, and no idea of what to do. I lay there for a few minutes. He screamed again.
A few seconds later, a woman came running up the hill I was on. I tensed. She was not right. An air of sheer horror hung about her. Despite my inner feeling, I didn't move, and waited. She came up to me, not breathing hard, even though, as far as I could tell, she had been running since she was born. It seemed like it. The air was cooler now, touched with an impercptible feeling, something just beneath awareness, and I didn't like it. Even the buzzard had gone. Now all was still.
As she came closer, I could see her better. She had long blonde hair, and dark, dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, very disconcerting.
She carried herself in an air of shyness, hidden feelings, of confused emotion. She was, apart from her eyes, really quite attractive, but I did not relax one bit. The air had turned sour around us. She stared at me, as if me lying here was something very very wrong, and that she was the owner of the land, and hated all who even touched it. Then I noticed something. She had an odd bracelet on her wrist. Ringed with a kind of metal I could not place.
"Did you see a boy running around up here?" A sickly sweet voice ran through the wind. I shivered. Not because of it, but where it came from.
She hadn't spoken. As far as I could tell, the voice had come from space, the centre of the earth, or the wind.
"I said, have you seen a boy?" 'She' asked, and this time it was her. I saw her speaking, but it was so closed that it as hard to spot.
"Er, yes - A boy was running up away over there" I pointed to the far hill, which was now deserted. I turned back.
She was gone. The air remained sour, and I noticed that the ground was colder, and suddenly, I spotted all manner of bugs crawling over it. I jumped up, and brushed myself off. I was scared now. The clouds had come in from nowhere. I didn't want to be that boy. Whoever he was was in trouble. That woman, wasn't a real thing. Nothing so sickly sweet, or such an illusion of twisted innocence could be real. In fact - no, that couldn't be. Hmmm......
I walked back down the hill, and out onto the road. I strolled along, relaxing after that peculiar encounter. I walked towards the next valley in between the two hills, and as I looked up, a dark shadow swept accross the sky. I shivered again, but kept on walking. Suddenly I tripped. I fell over, but was not hurt - except that I found something that really shocked me. The womans bracelet was lying in the road. I picked it up, but lo! It was hot! So hot I can remember the pain! I dropped it quickly, nad stared at it. The entire world seemed cold now, but this bracelet was hot. I looked at it. It looked to be made of gold, but it was slightly, well, 'off'. Really like its owner. Something beautiful that was contorted and twisted in some very odd way, that reminded one of a festering mass of evil, rather than a sweet, attractive girl. I stared at it, and got up, and began to walk. Very fast. I then ran. *CRACK!* I spun. A hand was reaaching up, from the road to take the bracelet. Heat blasted through the air, and I felt the sheer horror of the unknown hit me again. The bracelet had gone. I turned and ran, hellish horror pitching my mind into blackness. The boy, the boy was all I could think of. What of him?
Then I remembered. The woman. She had cats eyes.
I ran.
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Just a little story (and personal) twist on old Dartmoor Devil stories. Hope you enjoyed it!
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The trees swayed in the light breeze, fluttering on the edge of a wind, and the air hung heavy lower down, over the road and the high, freshly cut heges. The smell of just-mown grass filtered the air through heavier scents of fertilizer. A perfect summers day on the edge of the moors. I walked along, just strolling, ambling up towards the crested ridges that lined my bedroom windows view, and was dosed up on sheer elation at beign alive. I mean, you know that feeling where things can not possibly get-any-better sort of thing? Y'know? It was great. A buzzard swung overhead, looking for an end to a life, and I watched, oddly concious of something ending just near me - something just dissapeaing - the opposite to the world I existed in now - That world, the creature on the ground - was opposite - a world of fear death and near danger. It crossed my mind, and then wandered on, to find another receptor of thought.
I walked on, up onto open moorland, where heather and gorse fought for room, and grass underfoot was springy and comfortable. So I lay down on it, looking up at the sky. The usual thoughts drifted past. School, poems, ideal situations, money, girls, games, but apart from that, nothing of any significant spiritual importance. You see, I am me - I mean, I was complete at that point - Nothing more was needed. I didn't need to find anything or any person. I suppose it is what you call perfect happines. I don't know. As I lay there, I became aware, of something. A boy was walking along the hills to my right, the other side of the road, as it curved over the ridge and fell into another beautiful wooded valley. They boy was looking for something, hidden in the heather. As I watched, he stooped, and then stood up. Screaming. At first the sound was something not real - I'd never heard somebody screaming in real lif - For proper I mean - You know, in that terrified way of seeing something impossible, an act of God staring them in the face. Of course, I had no idea what he had found, and no idea of what to do. I lay there for a few minutes. He screamed again.
A few seconds later, a woman came running up the hill I was on. I tensed. She was not right. An air of sheer horror hung about her. Despite my inner feeling, I didn't move, and waited. She came up to me, not breathing hard, even though, as far as I could tell, she had been running since she was born. It seemed like it. The air was cooler now, touched with an impercptible feeling, something just beneath awareness, and I didn't like it. Even the buzzard had gone. Now all was still.
As she came closer, I could see her better. She had long blonde hair, and dark, dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, very disconcerting.
She carried herself in an air of shyness, hidden feelings, of confused emotion. She was, apart from her eyes, really quite attractive, but I did not relax one bit. The air had turned sour around us. She stared at me, as if me lying here was something very very wrong, and that she was the owner of the land, and hated all who even touched it. Then I noticed something. She had an odd bracelet on her wrist. Ringed with a kind of metal I could not place.
"Did you see a boy running around up here?" A sickly sweet voice ran through the wind. I shivered. Not because of it, but where it came from.
She hadn't spoken. As far as I could tell, the voice had come from space, the centre of the earth, or the wind.
"I said, have you seen a boy?" 'She' asked, and this time it was her. I saw her speaking, but it was so closed that it as hard to spot.
"Er, yes - A boy was running up away over there" I pointed to the far hill, which was now deserted. I turned back.
She was gone. The air remained sour, and I noticed that the ground was colder, and suddenly, I spotted all manner of bugs crawling over it. I jumped up, and brushed myself off. I was scared now. The clouds had come in from nowhere. I didn't want to be that boy. Whoever he was was in trouble. That woman, wasn't a real thing. Nothing so sickly sweet, or such an illusion of twisted innocence could be real. In fact - no, that couldn't be. Hmmm......
I walked back down the hill, and out onto the road. I strolled along, relaxing after that peculiar encounter. I walked towards the next valley in between the two hills, and as I looked up, a dark shadow swept accross the sky. I shivered again, but kept on walking. Suddenly I tripped. I fell over, but was not hurt - except that I found something that really shocked me. The womans bracelet was lying in the road. I picked it up, but lo! It was hot! So hot I can remember the pain! I dropped it quickly, nad stared at it. The entire world seemed cold now, but this bracelet was hot. I looked at it. It looked to be made of gold, but it was slightly, well, 'off'. Really like its owner. Something beautiful that was contorted and twisted in some very odd way, that reminded one of a festering mass of evil, rather than a sweet, attractive girl. I stared at it, and got up, and began to walk. Very fast. I then ran. *CRACK!* I spun. A hand was reaaching up, from the road to take the bracelet. Heat blasted through the air, and I felt the sheer horror of the unknown hit me again. The bracelet had gone. I turned and ran, hellish horror pitching my mind into blackness. The boy, the boy was all I could think of. What of him?
Then I remembered. The woman. She had cats eyes.
I ran.
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Just a little story (and personal) twist on old Dartmoor Devil stories. Hope you enjoyed it!
I walked on, up onto open moorland, where heather and gorse fought for room, and grass underfoot was springy and comfortable. So I lay down on it, looking up at the sky. The usual thoughts drifted past. School, poems, ideal situations, money, girls, games, but apart from that, nothing of any significant spiritual importance. You see, I am me - I mean, I was complete at that point - Nothing more was needed. I didn't need to find anything or any person. I suppose it is what you call perfect happines. I don't know. As I lay there, I became aware, of something. A boy was walking along the hills to my right, the other side of the road, as it curved over the ridge and fell into another beautiful wooded valley. They boy was looking for something, hidden in the heather. As I watched, he stooped, and then stood up. Screaming. At first the sound was something not real - I'd never heard somebody screaming in real lif - For proper I mean - You know, in that terrified way of seeing something impossible, an act of God staring them in the face. Of course, I had no idea what he had found, and no idea of what to do. I lay there for a few minutes. He screamed again.
A few seconds later, a woman came running up the hill I was on. I tensed. She was not right. An air of sheer horror hung about her. Despite my inner feeling, I didn't move, and waited. She came up to me, not breathing hard, even though, as far as I could tell, she had been running since she was born. It seemed like it. The air was cooler now, touched with an impercptible feeling, something just beneath awareness, and I didn't like it. Even the buzzard had gone. Now all was still.
As she came closer, I could see her better. She had long blonde hair, and dark, dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, very disconcerting.
She carried herself in an air of shyness, hidden feelings, of confused emotion. She was, apart from her eyes, really quite attractive, but I did not relax one bit. The air had turned sour around us. She stared at me, as if me lying here was something very very wrong, and that she was the owner of the land, and hated all who even touched it. Then I noticed something. She had an odd bracelet on her wrist. Ringed with a kind of metal I could not place.
"Did you see a boy running around up here?" A sickly sweet voice ran through the wind. I shivered. Not because of it, but where it came from.
She hadn't spoken. As far as I could tell, the voice had come from space, the centre of the earth, or the wind.
"I said, have you seen a boy?" 'She' asked, and this time it was her. I saw her speaking, but it was so closed that it as hard to spot.
"Er, yes - A boy was running up away over there" I pointed to the far hill, which was now deserted. I turned back.
She was gone. The air remained sour, and I noticed that the ground was colder, and suddenly, I spotted all manner of bugs crawling over it. I jumped up, and brushed myself off. I was scared now. The clouds had come in from nowhere. I didn't want to be that boy. Whoever he was was in trouble. That woman, wasn't a real thing. Nothing so sickly sweet, or such an illusion of twisted innocence could be real. In fact - no, that couldn't be. Hmmm......
I walked back down the hill, and out onto the road. I strolled along, relaxing after that peculiar encounter. I walked towards the next valley in between the two hills, and as I looked up, a dark shadow swept accross the sky. I shivered again, but kept on walking. Suddenly I tripped. I fell over, but was not hurt - except that I found something that really shocked me. The womans bracelet was lying in the road. I picked it up, but lo! It was hot! So hot I can remember the pain! I dropped it quickly, nad stared at it. The entire world seemed cold now, but this bracelet was hot. I looked at it. It looked to be made of gold, but it was slightly, well, 'off'. Really like its owner. Something beautiful that was contorted and twisted in some very odd way, that reminded one of a festering mass of evil, rather than a sweet, attractive girl. I stared at it, and got up, and began to walk. Very fast. I then ran. *CRACK!* I spun. A hand was reaaching up, from the road to take the bracelet. Heat blasted through the air, and I felt the sheer horror of the unknown hit me again. The bracelet had gone. I turned and ran, hellish horror pitching my mind into blackness. The boy, the boy was all I could think of. What of him?
Then I remembered. The woman. She had cats eyes.
I ran.
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Just a little story (and personal) twist on old Dartmoor Devil stories. Hope you enjoyed it!