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A Brutal Waking Up (short story)

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Napping…. napping, the nectar of gods ! If you have never had one, had this few minutes or hours of sleep during the day, you’ll never experienced one of the most beautiful life experiences.

A nap can be risky thought. If you sleep too much, you wake up, and it feel like you’re about to finish you day with a light hangover. It passes after one or two hours. But still, it’s annoying. That’s why I’ve set a up a clock, and a habit of taking a nap at the same hour everyday.

Once you got the rhythm of it, that your body and brain is used to it, this little sleeping time is a blissful and welcomed gift you give to yourself.

I had this habit for almost two years. Never felt this good. I was better at my job (what? A napping employee is actually a more performant asset at the job? Don’t tell this to Jeff B… well, he probably doesn’t exist at this time anymore…), felt less anxiety and stress, more happy and, well, alive. Truly alive. I’ve pushed my body and mind too much for years, and now, I give them this afternoon break. Treat yourself right? Well…

Today… or… Yesterday? Or years ago? The last one seem more likely…

Listen, I’ve just taken a nap right? At the usual hour, 2 P.M. Set my alarm for 3:30 P.M. although I generally wake up before the alarm ring. That alarm is just here to avoid sleeping too much and wake up with that hangover feeling.

Well, I got woken up by the clock today… I guess I was more tired than usual, it’s rare but it happens now and then.

But as I woke up, I could smell smoke and this awful smell of rotten meat. I rose up immediately thinking that something was burning! The building? My oven (even thought I barely cook with it)? A neighbor who has gone insane et burned himself hoping to take the whole building down with him? We never know in those days…

Those thoughts appeared in a matter of second. Then I finally took the time to look around.

My flat was wrecked! Dust everywhere, filling the air, rust was all over my furnitures, weeds was growing on my floor which was cracked, as so were the wall. They were holes in them! And damn, it was cold! My windows were shattered, the celling was cracked as badly as my floor.

What the fuck right? My first thought was that a tornado just passed… while I was asleep! How?! How?!

But I got up and walked carefully to the nearest window, trying my best to avoid to step on the most damaged area of the floor.

What I saw through the window? Devastation! There was barely nothing left standing of my city, of… fucking everything! I could see the horizon, it was impossible before… everything seemed to have been leveled… the forest I used to drive through to get to work, that huge pines trees forest had disappeared. Everything… it was burned down. This was just rubbles…

I don’t know why I speak of this as something from the past… it is still the same as I share this with you.

And the most baffling, for me, is that I can’t pick up anything… I tried to go outside… my building is the only things standing, and I live on the second floor. I’m not to high up, I could jump on the rubbles and then… we’ll what I’m trying to tell you is that I pass through walls… I can’t touch anything, I don’t feel anything from my fingertips… but I’m cold… it seems like I don’t have a body anymore… But I can see it! I can touch and feel my arms…

You maybe are wondering how I’m able to write this… well, technology. Talk to write. But I can’t hear my voice, I don’t know how… but my phone can hear my voice.

I’ve just checked my phone and I have realize that even thought it still works, no date nor hour are available… nor signals…

Help me. Please. Tell me you know what happened. Tell me you can see me. Come, I beg you!

TELL ME I EXIST!

Jaskiers

Somewhere In The Middle Of Nowhere (A Short Story)

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FYI: I am not fluent in English, I’m trying to be at least. Sorry for the potentials mistakes. Feel free to correct me in the comment section.

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You know the saying : searching for a needle on a haystack?

Well, I am the needle, and the haystack is hundred and hundred of miles of snow, and I doubt someone will ever try to look for me, ever. They’re absolutely nothing except a gigantic blanket of thick white powder.

See, I’m an explorator, this isn’t my first time being all by myself, far, far away from civilisation.

But how the heck did I landed here you might ask.

Have you ever heard about the Dyatlov Pass mysterious incident?

If not, here the big lines for you : a bunch of experimented explorators take upon themselves to explore a deep, snowy and, of course, deserted area of the Oural in Russia in 1959.

Those guys never came back. When authorities finally decide to go search for them, they found a ripped tent, bloods, naked dead explorators, some badly injured, one near a tree with shredded feet, he probably tried to climb a pine tree, and the others are ether dead or missing.

They’ve investigated the area and they can’t explain what happened. A wild animal attack? No trace of bites nor lacerations. Lost? No! Like I said, those guys where experimented.

One of them going haywire? Probably.

Why naked? See, when you’re in serious hypothermia, something happens in your brain that make you loose your mind and confuse the coldness with hotness. And, in your tormented mind, you strip yourself from all of your clothes to try to cool yourself down. And you die. I’ve heard from survivors that hypothermia wasn’t the worse way to go. Once you lose your mind, the departing is painless. And, you know, the snow and the cold weather keep your body intact. So if you die in that way one day, your loved one will found your body preserved (if the snow hasn’t melted because wild animals and Mother Nature will feast on your body) and know that you departure was relatively peaceful.

Nah! Don’t thank me! I see the positive side of things whenever I can!

But wait, let’s go back to the dead explorators. What about this guy, found with atrocious injuries?

Well, this is not a normal thing. Did one of his comrade did this? Did he do that to himself ? Your guess is as good as mine.

During the investigation, some people living near the area said they saw a green light, a big one, flashing in the area where those poor dudes were supposed to be.

This wasn’t the first time they saw this flashing green light over there. And strange tales have been plaguing the area about what was behind this beam of light.

Military experiences? It’s Russia after all. they need to test their future death weapons somewhere! Every country as their own little testing ground for their weapons of mass destruction tries.

Those strange phenomena were occurring since a while back, from ways before the creation of weapons of mass destruction.

Those creepy tales where the reasons that this area was never explored.

What are those tales about? Strange creatures, strange noise… and like everything humanity can explain rationally, we blamed extraterrestrials beings.

And your truly narrator, respected mountain climber, explorator and all that jazz got caught in some stupid project.

Which was ; let’s try to understand once and for all the reasons of the death of these explorators.

We have gone, myself and five other adventurers, to fulfil this mission, sponsored by a big energy drink company, to solve these mystery.

At the beginning, all was fine. This isn’t mountain climbing. Just walking in deep snow for miles to a designated area, wich we reached.

While prepping for the night, we’ve heard this deep humming sound. It was resonating in our body.

And then the green light.

Screams. Of terror? Surprise? Excitment?

Well maybe, I remember swearing profusely until… I only remember being surrounded by green, a warm feeling and… nothing.

Until I woke up here, in the middle of nowhere. I have no clues about what happened to me or my pals nor where I am.

As I wrote those lines, I’m feeling very, very warm.

Too much warm !

I’ll take my cloths off, and go back to writing after cooling down.

I feel at peace.

Jaskiers

The old men and his old coat. (A short story in english)

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[WARNING : I’M NOT FLUENT IN ENGLISH]


[Ceci est une petite histoire écrite en anglais, ou du moins, j’ai essayé]

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He woke up, same things as always.

« Sadly » he would have told you.

He glance, like every morning, at his wedding picture placed on his bedside table. « Audrey was beautiful this summer day » you would have heard him muttered as he slowly get up from his bed.

Achille, his old labrador, come to lick his right hand. « He know my bones are failing me, he is very intelligent ».

He put the radio on, Bob Dylan just finished singing about his meeting with a tambourine man when he hear the unfamiliar voice of a news anchor. « I used to love listenning to this station because nobody speak ! Look like I’ll have to find a new one to listen to. »

While he struggle to pour his black coffee, he mumble again. « Looks like no one want to shut up nowadays, everyone have something to say and, worst of all, they wan’t to be heard ! We can’t live if we have to stop to listen to everyone griefs. »

He sat down at his kitchen table, his whole body shaking and let out a gasp of relieve when he is finaly seated.

If it would have been a regular morning, you would have seen Jim stiring his spoon in the coffee cup at the rythm of a random folksong. « The day Dylan put the electric on his shoudler, that’s the day the music ended, I tell you », He would have say. But no stiring today, the news anchor was speaking.

« This night, at 2 AM, the Goldiathy attacked his neighbour, Davolidy. The tension have been building for months between the two states. »

« Ah ! Hear that Achille ! War ! What mens are the best at ! Let’s hear some more Achille ! Let’s hear the reason for that war, you’ll see Achille, they always find a reason to start a war, but the real stupidity is the reason why they will continue to kill each other, listen ! »

« Poldummy, president of Goldiathy since 20 years, declared that they attacked Davolidy, stating a fear of aggression by the davolidien. The american intel warned the president of Davolidy of the bellicist project and probable aggression by the goldiathien since months. The multiple meetings between the two presidents seems to have not de-escalete the growing tension. »

« Hear that Achille my boy ! They attacked they’r neighbor by fear of being attacked first. That my boy, this is a very very normal and basic excuse to start a war ! Christ ! How stupid ! Ah ! But now, let’s listen how much damage have been done, listen, civilians, Achille, civilians, the ones who haven’t asked for nothing, listen, how much of them have been killed. What Achille ? Yes, you right, maybe some soldiers died but you see, the civilian often are the one dying first and, yes I tell you, they’re always civilians victims, most of the time, they’re is more dead civilians than dead soldiers. Listen ! »

« The first attack was by shelling on the davolydien capital, 10 civilians dead, 2 were kids, 100 hundred others injured. »

« See Achille see ! Hey you ! What ? Bing bang boum ! Why did you kill me ? I don’t know really, I just do what I’m told ! But am no soldier ! Can’t really control the bomb, my bad. »

« The davodylodiens president, Kelevenven, retaliated by ordering the bombing of the goldathien capital. 5 civilians dead. The world expressed they’re worries and stressed that both part should go back to diplomatie. But goldathien troups crossed the border and fierces fights are currently occuring at the… »

« You know sometimes Achille, I think history repeats itself like that… I don’t remember who said that but it’s true ! Yes, Achille we will go for our morning walk but do you know why I always wear that dirty ol’ coat ? No ? That’s the only things I’ve kept from my deployment in Vietnam. I threw away everything Achille, medals and all ! Useless ! That coat was usefull, still use it ! Audrey hated it ! She used to say that when I was wearing it, I didn’t looked like myself, that somehow, she probably felt this with that instinct womens have for seeing invisible things that affect mens, I acted differently when I was rocking it. Yeah I know let’s go ! Wait, one more thing Ulysse, do you know who won the Vietnam war ? Well, The deads ! Because they don’t have to endure life anymore ! And somehow, I’m sure, they ended up in heaven. Like Forgety used to sing, they were’nt fortunate sons. Anyway, enough rambling for today. Let’s walk ! »

The old man put on his old army jacket, who was laid on the chair next to him, and get up without difficulty, no more shaking, no more rambling about the pain.

He ties Ulysse on his leash, open the doors, the sun is bright, you could almost see his dark silhouette changing. His back straight up as he close the door with confidence.

Jaskiers