The Ninth Day of JanuaryA Story by Ace St. JeanThe Ninth Day of January"The Ninth Day of January"
A house
stood on a beach. A man paced. There was a knock upon the door--a faint knock,
nothing to concern oneself over--or so one could believe.
I [the man] opened the door, with an ignorance of not knowing
who, or it, for that matter was. A man was revealed, revealed by the now opened door. He was tall
thin, some could say handsome, he had slicked back hair, he wore a suit of
pinstripes. He spoke: “They will come.” He then lay dead, with blood running down his pinstriped suit,
with his hair in disarray, with his handsome face gone, as he melted. He melted
into the path leading from my house, when I spotted it--the car. It had tinted
windows; it was white; it was rumbling--yet another man walked from it, he held
something within his hand. He grabbed me--he drove what appeared to be a needle
into my hand--I tried to scream--I failed"he began to sew, sew my mouth, or so it
appeared. I collapsed.
A group of
men could be see. Two bodies lay, one dead, another living. The living body was
then dragged from the sight, dragged while it thrashed around into the car of
white. The car drove; it drove as fast as the bullet who killed the pinstriped
man down the thin narrow road, which began to melt, melt behind the moving car.
A woman sat beside me; she wore all white, she spoke: “Welcome Ace.” The car turned, I felt it sway to the right side. “To the ninth day of January--my name is Miss Psychosis, but you
can call me Miss P.”
The car continued
into a large building, a grand vast structure; it stopped. Countless bodies
were seen; countless bodies were loaded onto conveyor belts, in the dim lit
room, where several other white cars stopped; and in that moment, countless
bodies were ground, ground into a thick sludge, that was spoon fed into me, as
I watched it unfold, unfold on the ninth day of January.
© 2017 Ace St. JeanAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on April 20, 2017 Last Updated on April 21, 2017 Tags: Mental health, schizophrenia, psychosis, horror AuthorAce St. JeanCTAboutScience fiction with bits of drama and horror. That's what I enjoy writing. It may not be all that I post, but it's what i enjoyed writing. more..Writing
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