Love is beautiful they say, but it stings and hurts yet it illuminates and soothes. It gives the sense of longing so intense with a touch of desire. But this is different. This stings harder and burrows deeper. Breaks free the darkness lurking within the glimmer of light in our souls, desire encroaching on our common sense and a deep sense of longing, a distraction to the dark tunnel that could barely let us stand. The broken rays of light from the sun interrupt our echoing giggles through the other side of the tunnel covered with a long-leafed plant. I stride towards it and rip the plant from the mouth of the tunnel taking time to inhale the cool moist air with a bright grin, I hold my head still as the calm wind slam on my face, pushing my stubborn strands away from my face – come to think of it, my hair is getting worse, I need to start packing it away I break free from the tunnel landing on the moist forest soil with hardly a leap, the trees piercing through the sky and their roo
Anthony The silence in the tunnel is a lot more obvious making the littlest sounds from us echo with violent vibration and sending a huge chunk of chills down our spine. We are stuck in between trying to be quiet for some reason and struggling to be fast, dreading the shadows that might come strolling into the tunnel. But we cannot stop our feet from slamming on the tunnel floor as we sprint breathlessly towards the other side. On the bright side, the whispering had not tingled in our ears since we entered the tunnel. Panting Bella clutch onto my hands, half jogging along with me and she doesn’t say a single word, the rope-like plants hanging from the tunnel rub against my face and some sticking long enough to force me to rip it off in frustration. And for a few long minutes, the light from the other side flickered its rays on our path making me spill a huge chunk of air from my lungs, Bella seems to be elated by this change because she picks up speed as we rushed out of the tunnel
The bright morning sun above the town rests on the roofs of the tiny houses. Their shadows resting on the paths and the tall trees scattered in the town created some shade for the narrow path that broke into the houses. I didn’t notice the old woman return from the farm last night. When I open my eyes, Tony is pacing the hut with one hands wrapped around his chin and the other crossed below its elbow I stretch my hands from the floor mat humming and turning on the bed till I hear the satisfying sound of my joints snapping back to form – I will never get used to this. My sleepy eyes rest on him and I frown a little “what are you so agitated about?” He stops pacing hurrying toward me and sits on the edge of the mat “Mrs. storyteller didn't come back last night” my lids burst open I know I didn’t hear her come in but I still did not expect her to not be home all night, in the normal circumstance I wouldn’t be so intrusive but here there are a lot of things to worry about - like the s
The rustling of the leaves from behind wakes me. In response, I throw myself on my knee and turn around on all fours. With no more noise, I thrust myself to my feet still observing the tiny overgrown weed behind the trunk I rested on “Who is there?” The grasses is still, the shrill silence of the hot afternoon and the calm brush of warm breeze remains. I sigh dropping my head on my palms, how long was I asleep? Tony had followed the runner and now I have no clue where he might be – my stomach rumbles, reminding me that I haven't eaten since this morning and the day seems to be far spent. I grunt after the repeated rumblings, normally I would go for a day without food but that was only when I have a function to attend to and nice cloth that I wouldn’t want my body to destroy. ‘A function could also mean going to surprise your cheating boyfriend on his birthday with a cake nobody ate’ I say to myself “Very much craving that cake right now” with a heavy breath, I mumble squeezing my
Dragging a breath into my lungs I muster the courage I needed. “Who are you?” I manage a question, trying to swallow the air that had clogged my throat quietly enough and blinking away the last bit of fear in my eyes “None of your business, why are you following me?” His young not so deep voice stirs up confidence in me, the first tick of safety; he is probably a few years older, if not a year. but then asking a question after a sly answer is just the game I am ready to play “none of your business, why did you kill that woman?” well, confidence – yes but I still need to caution my curiosity, apart from letting him know I saw him even though I feel he already knows, I am still indicating interest in it. The stomach-ripping silence between us sweeps me into a deep level of discomfort that I couldn’t keep my hands still so he doesn’t see they were trembling “I arrived in this town a few days ago and I met some friends, we are looking for a way to save the village from the haunting sha
Hurried footsteps and panting is all the old villagers that stuck their head from their house would see – that explain their judgmental look at me, added to the fact that I had pretty much knocked on most of their doors just this morning. They must pity the shit out of me, that thought alone make me all the sicker. So I pause for a minute to steady my breath before resuming my search I had not gone to the hotel because my gut suggested that Tony would be out looking for me and going to the hotel would be a waste of time so I stall around the forest shouting his name and slowly angling towards the hotel – the sun won’t stay up forever though so I need to hurry back eventually The cold breeze brush against my skin which had lost its smoothness since I arrived in this forsaken town and my body hair stand out with goose-bumps roughening my skin all the more from the thought of the dark clouds hovering around me – come to think of it, I keep pushing that to the back of my mind. I tsk, n
Thelma is pacing from one end of her room to the other end. one hand is crossed above her stomach and the other wiggling with her chin. Rose is covered in a blanket on her bed shaking from sobs and Olivia is sitting by her side with clothes wounded around her wrist and another on her other arm, she is tapping Rose on her shoulder Tony is sitting on the side table with his face buried in his arms. He hums a breath every long minute and I seem to be the only one with the slightest calm and that is why I should start acting because my sanity is a slip away from going down the drain “We need to gather the villagers” I say, grabbing their attention. my words seem to upset everyone because they all look at me like I am the very shadows and they want to gut me out “They wouldn’t even talk to us and now you want them to meet with you” Tony protested “Normally, only the younger ones were the target but for some reason, they are involving the old ones in it too. It must have stirred fear in
“The only way we can make the villagers trust us is to convince them that we can protect them,” I say Thelma is at one end, she had tossed her phone after it tripped off and Rose is looking out the window, for some reason, she seems to have accepted her fate and is now trying to be useful to us for a change I haven’t spoken to Olivia since our little fallout and she seems to prefer it because she would rather stare at her nails than glance at me even for a second. Tony is not with us, he had left to get more coal from the tunnel “You are right” Thelma snaps her words at me and smiles dryly. “We need to assure them that we can protect them” “And the only way for us to do that is to be on standby for an attack with our deodorant sprays and a lighter. Tony used it to save me” that was clever by the way and I must have forgotten to give him the accolade “I don’t use sprays,” Olivia says still avoiding my eyes so she looks at Rose instead and I almost laugh “Good thing, I use two diff