The CornfieldA Chapter by ReaperChapter One: The Cornfield The cornfield is flushed with long stocks of corn plants. The slight wind pushes the corn side from side. It would almost be a peaceful time if it wasn’t this field. This terrible, terrible, field of death. Bodies filled under the hard dirt surface. They served as a reminder of the sin that occurred in the field weekly. Life hit full circle and gave life to this its corn protectors. The big dark crows sit on the wooden gated enclose of the field. It is pitch black outside so they blend in with the environment. They rarely crock out. The woman with long tangled blonde hair runs almost out of breath looking for a place to hide. She searches and searches for someplace. She hears the crashing noises behind her. The fear of the situation sinks into her chest. She turns the corner and the knife blade slides through the corn stocks then lands into the center of the woman’s chest. She screams out. The man hears the scream. He looks into the empty void of the night. He sings softly.
Her voice fades Into the night The wind carries A smell of what has happens Hits my nose as I get closer to the scene The screams are Lost and gone The fear at the end of my dark, dark mind Her voice fades My dreams crash As I see her stretched against the earth Into an ugly, disgusting place A place I’m trapped By my own desires and will Her voice fades Into the bawls of my sinking soul A soul now tortured by this sight I searched and failed to find my peace, as Her voice fades…
The man falls to his knees. He wraps the woman in his arms as her blood escapes on to his pant legs. His tears hit her pale face as she only has minutes left to live. She looks up at him, “I love you.” He stares into her hazel eyes, “I love you too.” She closes her eyes for a moment then opens them, “Behind you!” She screams out. The man turns as he is hit to the floor. He drops the woman and falls over to the floor. The dark figure with the brown rag sack mask over its face. The figure plunges the already bloody knife into the man. He groans as the pain courses through his body as it starts to get cold. The figure laughs and starts to drag the woman’s body away. Ounces and ounces of blood escape on to the dirt ground. It pools around the man. He tries to keep her eyes out. The life is leaving him. Footsteps are heard next to him. A figure comes out of the corn into the clearing. The figure gets up closer to him. He can make out that it is a she. A pale woman with long straight red and orange hair. She stares at him. He makes a noise, trying to speak. “Don’t speak, just listen, nods if you understand?” Her voice is soft. He weakly nods. “Okay, so I have a deal for you. If you accept it, I will heal you but you have to work for me. And mostly, you have to give me your soul. Nod if you accept.” He hesitates but nods. “Okay good,” She leans over and touches him. After a few moments, he is healed. “How…?” He says aloud. “Don’t think about that right now. You must run away. He will be back.” “But I need to save her.” He hesitates. “She is already dead.” She looks at him then
points to the distance, “Now run.” He slides in and out of corn stocks as they hit him in the body. The coldness of the night stings his face. After a few moments, he escapes the field and searches for a way to survive. © 2012 ReaperReviews
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ReaperIn Wonderland with Alice, ARAboutI may not write as much but any void I need to fill is full with love of my wonderful wife. more..Writing
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