P U R I F I E R S An Edgar Allan Poe inspired short story by RicksterCraft (Richard)
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Purifier Head
THREE PAGES LONG! :biggrin.gif:
The night was a normal November night, mildly chilly, with a few overhead clouds hiding the moon. Some crows fly overhead and I go inside my house. It looked like any other house in the neighborhood, deep burgundy bricks with pale windows. Though like any ordinary night, tonight seemed anomalous. The lights were on throughout the houses in the neighborhood, but shut off one by one as the clock hit nine PM. I get ready to shut off my own light when I hear a loud moan, coming from next door. It wasn't a moan of pleasure, but more a moan of terror. I look outside my window and see my neighbor's light is still on, but the blinds are closed. I see two figures moving through the room, but, that couldn't be. My neighbor lives alone, and she certainly wasn't expecting anyone over tonight. But, there was something strange about the figure. He had a purple cast shadow, not bright, but a faint glow to it. For whatever reason, I decide not to react to this, and continue getting ready to go to bed. Before getting in, I feel for my pistol I sleep with every night, and its there, right where I leave it all the time.
Now, lying in bed, I reach for the television remote to turn the volume down. I try to turn it down, but it isn't working. I think it must need new batteries, but I just put in a new pair the other day. Thinking it is just broken, I get up to turn it down manually, when I see a faint purple figure pass by my bedroom doorway. I freeze, it must of been my mind. I turn the volume down and go back into bed, when the hall light turns on. I hold onto my covers in fear. Outside my window, a figure passes by, my television turns the channel to a purple and black static, and my lights in the bedroom turn on. I hear jumbled voices, barely audible, saying my name, calling louder, closer to me each time one more voice calls out. Out of pure paranoia I reach for my gun hidden under my pillow, but to no avail. The pistol is missing. I have never used it; I always keep it under my pillow. There is nowhere for it to fall off the back of the bed, I made sure it wouldn't do that. I did make sure it was there before I got in bed.... right? I sure recall so. The voices increase in number, tempo and clearness. It gets closer, and then I start seeing purple mist fill the floor of my room. The creature begins to evince itself.
At first, I see the eyes, a horrible, deep, green shade. Like toxic poison filling my soul, I am paralyzed. Then I see its mouth, teeth so sharp it could cut through diamond like butter. It has rows of these teeth, 3 rows top and bottom to be exact. It has no nose; just nostril sockets where I see it exhale purple smoke. The creatures’ ears are pointy and curled. Its skin is dark purple with Bright, white shiny star-like dots. Its hands are slender and bony, like its arms and legs. Its fingers have long domed nails, sharp and stained with what seemed to be dry human blood. Its' torso has a vivid and visible rib cage, and its heart seems to be pumping twenty times every second. It is naked, and I dare not to explain what I see to be its reproductive system. The pure origin of this figure; space alien or supernatural being is equivocal. Its’ feet are hidden by the edge of the bed, but I dare not, if I could move, to lean over and look. It carries a grin, sinister and just full of grief. Its body radiates a purple glow, and is slightly transparent. More of these creatures appear in my hall, and beside my bed. I even swear I see one appear on the television screen. They begin to lift me off the bed by my shoulders, and bring me into my kitchen.
Its' nails dig into my arms and they start to bleed. It feels like I've been bitten by a Black Widow, only, much more painful. I moan, for I cannot find it in me to scream. I suddenly realize; this is what force caused my neighbor to moan. Then, I see on my counter, my pistol. The creature catches me looking, and slaps me across my cheek. I bleed viciously. It laughs, I moan, and the lights go out. I see a bright light, and immediately think the thing killed me, but then I see its face in the light. This time, tentacles pop from its face, and dig into my mouth, fill my nostrils, and wraps around my ligaments. It begins to pull, and I try to scream but all that comes out is a low tone moan. It then disappears, and leaves me as a motionless torso on the floor of my kitchen, slowly bleeding out with no pain; eyes blurred precluding me to see. As the time ticks by, I feel myself letting go of life, and I hear a voice. The voice is a clearer, more humanized and speaking English. As I hear what it has to say, my bones chill one by one in my body.
“I give you impunity from the –unintelligible- race. The harm could have been much worse if you were more pertinacious. The hu-men race has brought harm to us- the original inhabitants of this forgotten realm in space you call ‘Er-th’. Your species have corrupted our soils and my species will take it back with much felicity now. We have been obstinate before, but now we make it clear. We will further preclude you from tainting our homeland, and for such we must rid every last one of you hu-mens from the world you so much as destroyed. You have been granted impunity from death for being cooperative. You’ll be placed on labor where your new life will be cleansing the soils of this planet.”
My pains go away, the wounds heal, but I have blurry moments remembering what exactly happened next. I learn that cities all across the world have been affected in the same way, and a small portion of every community has survived to work upon the cleanup crew. I write this in a journal the night after the day this all happened, or at least what I would think to be the next night. Everything was so blurry but my memory finally came back to me during this epiphany. I write it all down incase I am to forget forever just how this all happened. I have a big cleanup to do tomorrow, all day with no breaks. Better get to bed.
I made this for a English project. We were studying E. A. Poe and the Gothic style writing. We had to do a quick and easy 2 page essay on mood, tone, and attitude of The Black Cat and also a 2-3 page short story inspired by E. A. Poe. It had to include all elements of Gothic writing, and at least 2 vocab words we learned. (I put in 6. :smile.gif: ) I originally wrote up to when the Purifier speaks, in the story, one month ago for a short story competition, and since it fit so well with what the story had to be about, I added in a revenge plot, vocab words, and bam! We also had to make a cover page, so that explains the image.
Total time accomplished in (EXCLUDING original story time): 2.5 hours
-1.5 hours on image,
-45 minutes editing story
-15 minutes printing and final touches
An Edgar Allan Poe inspired short story by RicksterCraft (Richard)
Cover
Purifier Head
THREE PAGES LONG! :biggrin.gif:
I made this for a English project. We were studying E. A. Poe and the Gothic style writing. We had to do a quick and easy 2 page essay on mood, tone, and attitude of The Black Cat and also a 2-3 page short story inspired by E. A. Poe. It had to include all elements of Gothic writing, and at least 2 vocab words we learned. (I put in 6. :smile.gif: ) I originally wrote up to when the Purifier speaks, in the story, one month ago for a short story competition, and since it fit so well with what the story had to be about, I added in a revenge plot, vocab words, and bam! We also had to make a cover page, so that explains the image.
Total time accomplished in (EXCLUDING original story time): 2.5 hours
-1.5 hours on image,
-45 minutes editing story
-15 minutes printing and final touches
:tongue.gif: Thanks.