Day 205 – Petrified Dreams – Where It Ends

“They are the thing of dreams, nightmares in fact, and, to know that they exist, scare the fucking hell out of me,” she says, looking over at the young man who sits across from her.

“Then, what do we do? Who do we tell that’ll believe us?”

“We tell no one, and we do the same, let’s just leave this place, get far away, and never look back.”

“And then what?”

“What do you mean and then what? We live, that’s all that matters isn’t it?”

“But don’t you think eventually, one day they’ll find us again, and what do we do then? Run and hide, pretty sure eventually they’ll be nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and we’ll have to face what we’ve done.”

“So what, you think we should stay and fight?”

“I’d rather do it now, while I’m still able to.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather live a bit longer, enjoy a few more years of breathing than to face them now,” she says, looking away, staring out of the window.

“You seriously can’t mean that?”

“Why not? Why can’t we run?”

“Because we started this, we brought those things to life, we owe it…”

“We don’t owe anyone anything!” She says, biting into her bottom lip, and slamming a fist into the wall. “We never made these things, they always were, we, we just let them out, accidentally mind you, if it wasn’t us, it would have been someone else, so none of this is our fault, we just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.”

“That’s bullshit, we are responsible Cathy, we let them out, we have to put them back.”

“And how the fuck are we supposed to do that, the box is deep in the heart of where they are, we’d die before we even got close, it’ll never work.”

“We have to do something, if we don’t, if we just run, everyone we love will, well, they’ll die, can you live with that?”

“As long as it means living, I can,” says, looking back at him, as a tear runs down her face.

“Really? Is that what you really feel?”

She stares at him for a few moments, “Yes.”

“Then,” he says as he gets to his feet. “Then, let’s run, let’s run until there’s nowhere else left to run, until the edge of the world and beyond, and then, when they do come for us, when they do finally force us to make a stand, we’ll do it together,” he says, holding out his hand.

“Together,” she says.


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Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

7 thoughts on “Day 205 – Petrified Dreams – Where It Ends

  1. At the end of an argument, it’s usually the woman who wins — why is that? And I’ve noticed you’ve been getting pretty romantic in your horror stories and poems lately. Another side to you — how bloody fun!


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    1. I find question, that, undoubtedly, I would not be able to answer correctly 😉 It does seem to be a theme, I guess, there are some things that resonate within us all, and defined feelings, ones we understand, can help draw us into those dark, cramped spaces without really being aware until, it is too late.

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