A Dream at the Corner of Princess Pine and Silver Hill
"Something needs to happen."
"What do you mean?"
"Just like something wild and I don't know anything. But wild. Like what if the trees on that mountain came to life."
I saw it. The trees uprooted and stampeded down the hill, bone-white dagger branches stabbing up to the sky as they trampled splattered children cars houses underfoot. They charged straight for us, heavy bloody stumps as we stood in the middle of the street and as the tidal wave of knotty twisted screaming faces crashed down on us I had to open my eyes. I felt myself: arms goosebumped, pits cold with sweat.
A car beeped behind me and I spun around to see a hand waving me over. It was a beautiful day but the air was stagnant and impossibly quiet, heavy with an electricity like the pre-charge of a storm. But there were just blue skies.
I made it to the car and the window rolled down: it was Jack. He had his fake teeth in, too white and clean versus his sagging too-tan face. His eyes were bright and wide with something, he kept glancing nervously up the hill.
"You gotta tell her something-"
"Tell who Jack what-"
"Shh shut up you've gotta tell her you can't tell her it was from me she's right over there." There was a big blue house with the brightest green grass and a big white chair with a woman standing beside it.
"What the fuck Jack what am-"
"Shh shut UP shut up just do it you've gotta do it." He swallowed nothing. Other than everything it was a beautiful day.
"Tell her she's a 'Nathan Boy',"and he sped off and away up the hill.
I walked over to the house and the chair and the woman and there was no sound, nothing. The sun was perfect but it watched us. She watched me make the last few yards to her and I stopped a few away from her. She was terrified. She looked like Uma Thurman but twenty pounds even lighter, hair stringy and sweaty falling over her face, cheeks hollowed and her bony hands clawed at her own arms. She didn't belong here but everything was too quiet.
"What what do you want why?" Her voice cracked with tears.
"I, uh, I don't know. I was just told to tell you something."
Her eyes grew horribly wide, horribly, like the whole world zoomed in.
"No, no no no no no."
"Please maam I just, let me tell you"
I took a little step closer, arms held out to show I meant no harm I meant nothing.
"I'm just delivering a message, I don't even know the guy okay I don't know what this means please." She withdrew behind the chair like a mangy dog up against a wall, a beautiful white wall. She was sobbing now.
"No nO!"
"I'm sorry miss I dont, can I just tell you maybe you'll know what it means I really don't please-"
She suddenly rushed towards me and tried to grasp onto me, hug me, begging me, trying to get under the words, hide. I half pushed her away, peeled her off of me.
"Please no, no no please..." Her voice cracked with tears.
The big blue house loomed over us behind her, watching like the sun. There was a shade around and behind it and every other house in the neighborhood that was too dark for the afternoon. I felt tears behind my eyes. She, gaunt, continued to try to latch on to me as if to stop the words but-
"He said you're a Nathan Boy."
I started to cry. She pulled away from me, the air was so fucking quiet. She stood on that bright green grass and she looked at me with her hands dead by her waist. And she started to scream. Her eyes were popping out of her skull and she tore at her hair and bit at her lips til blood ran down her chin. She started to twitch and seize and throw herself around and I just stood there I couldn't help it. She couldn't stop screaming and she lunged at the beautiful white chair and from beneath it she pulled out a gun and sucked down on it and blew her fucking brains out. Not a single drop of blood on the big beautiful chair. The wind rolled through the shadows too deep for the afternoon. I just walked away.
In the front window of the upstairs of the big blue house the lights were off but there was a face staring down at us from the dark. His eyes were horribly wide and his wicked wild smile was ear to ear.
“Does it make sense yet? Do you know where you go? Oi know, it’s a special place. Isn’t it odd that sometimes someone has to tell you places are special before you can ever figure it out for yourself?”
But then before him: tiny red and gold stars like pins and needles began to stab in from the emptiness, pushing in then sliding out then pushing in stronger and harder then away, an encroaching high tide of color.
“We just wurk, all we know is wurk. Oi grew up intuh wurk, basically fok’n’ spat outta me parents into wurk. Moines upon moines deep in the Pit, ya saw ya seen Oi’m shur. If we fok up, they make examples of os. Here. And then fok’n’ dump our torcherred bodies throo the fok’n’ Hole. Imagine gettin’ showered on by yer family...yer sisters blood paintin’ the ground you walk on every fok’n’ day.” His eyes roamed down to the dark circle on the ground. Exin shifted his feet. The sad man stopped. Exin felt everyone looking at him. “Wot else? Oh, what’s happnin here. The filthy daymons came and rule us rule everythin’, there’s ain’t much tuh say. No one alive amongus knows the beginnins. I heards,” he laughed, “I heards a fat fok rules them. Maybe they just take it out on-us since e’s such a prickly piece o’ fok.” He found this terribly funny but it was terribly painful for him to laugh, throat and chest bent out of shape after hanging by the chains for however long, long enough. “They say e’s up here, somewhere in this God-fersaken floater. How God-fersaken can it be, though, if e’s rulin’ daymons like that? Who gives ‘im the right? Must be God.”
... the low fog had appeared to transform into a nefarious, if not depressing, crown of smog that had fallen from the head of the atmosphere and now laid around its neck, choking out any sky.
ima start posting quotes i like from Entropy ~my work in progress~ it a v long fantasy quest narrative novel and it has no dialogue basically because FUCK DIALOGUE but the descriptions are gr8 and its basically an exciting silent movie in your head
