In The Demon's Head #125: The Path Through The Trees
June 12, 2013
Hello ya'll and welcome to hump day. Wednesday just means that it's ever closer to the weekend. This is a positive if there ever was one. If you didn't get a chance yet, you should check out the blast from the past Tuesday post from yesterday. It features some of the first postings that I did as part of this blog. Problem is there are a ton of those. So Tuesday's just got booked for a while. But that's working in the past, and today is the present, so let's take a look at today's picture and new piece.
June 12, 2013
Hello ya'll and welcome to hump day. Wednesday just means that it's ever closer to the weekend. This is a positive if there ever was one. If you didn't get a chance yet, you should check out the blast from the past Tuesday post from yesterday. It features some of the first postings that I did as part of this blog. Problem is there are a ton of those. So Tuesday's just got booked for a while. But that's working in the past, and today is the present, so let's take a look at today's picture and new piece.
The Path Through The Trees
He ran,
As fast as he could,
And he was almost,
Out of breath,
He stopped,
Touched his stomach,
The blood,
Was almost pouring out now,
He couldn't help but stop,
Rubbing the tree,
Leaving a piece of himself behind,
The bullet was still there,
If only it had gone all the way through,
He thought,
But it didn't work that way,
Instead,
It got locked,
Inside his rib cage,
And now he was bleeding,
Almost everywhere,
It was as if,
He was leaving,
A pint behind,
With each step,
But it couldn't be that bad,
If it were,
He'd already be dead,
The helicopters were overhead,
Following his every move,
They'd be closing in within minutes,
If only,
He hadn't shot the wrong man,
If only,
It wasn't the Chief of police there,
Then this could have been avoided,
But luck wasn't his forte,
And he ran,
Finally,
He reached the end of his rope,
At the cliff side,
Overlooking the water,
And the rocks,
He heard,
The helicopters,
And the approaching feet,
He had only two options,
Get captured,
Or jump,
He took a deep breath,
And looked down,
Leaping into the air,
Only hoping that this would lead,
To his salvation,
And not to his death,
The air rushed past him,
Until finally he hit bottom,
And with the bottom,
The world went dark,
About The Piece
If there's one thing I love about writing, it's cliffhangers. I love to leave lingering questions at the end of my writing. Not everything has that lingering question, but some of them do. I think a lot of my love for that came from the end of "The Giver" and if you haven't read it yet, then you out to. Damn good book.
You can connect with me on social media across all sorts of channels. Pick your channel by clicking here for the list. You can also check out the library to pick up a copy of all the different things I've put out. Including, "Six Feet Under" which has finally made its arrival at the Nook Store. Finally, you can subscribe to my personal mailing list to receive all sorts of free things including, new writings, and sometimes coupons. Just enter your email address, and hit enter.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
He ran,
As fast as he could,
And he was almost,
Out of breath,
He stopped,
Touched his stomach,
The blood,
Was almost pouring out now,
He couldn't help but stop,
Rubbing the tree,
Leaving a piece of himself behind,
The bullet was still there,
If only it had gone all the way through,
He thought,
But it didn't work that way,
Instead,
It got locked,
Inside his rib cage,
And now he was bleeding,
Almost everywhere,
It was as if,
He was leaving,
A pint behind,
With each step,
But it couldn't be that bad,
If it were,
He'd already be dead,
The helicopters were overhead,
Following his every move,
They'd be closing in within minutes,
If only,
He hadn't shot the wrong man,
If only,
It wasn't the Chief of police there,
Then this could have been avoided,
But luck wasn't his forte,
And he ran,
Finally,
He reached the end of his rope,
At the cliff side,
Overlooking the water,
And the rocks,
He heard,
The helicopters,
And the approaching feet,
He had only two options,
Get captured,
Or jump,
He took a deep breath,
And looked down,
Leaping into the air,
Only hoping that this would lead,
To his salvation,
And not to his death,
The air rushed past him,
Until finally he hit bottom,
And with the bottom,
The world went dark,
About The Piece
If there's one thing I love about writing, it's cliffhangers. I love to leave lingering questions at the end of my writing. Not everything has that lingering question, but some of them do. I think a lot of my love for that came from the end of "The Giver" and if you haven't read it yet, then you out to. Damn good book.
You can connect with me on social media across all sorts of channels. Pick your channel by clicking here for the list. You can also check out the library to pick up a copy of all the different things I've put out. Including, "Six Feet Under" which has finally made its arrival at the Nook Store. Finally, you can subscribe to my personal mailing list to receive all sorts of free things including, new writings, and sometimes coupons. Just enter your email address, and hit enter.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.