LJidol Week 1:All is Well
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yachiruTitle:All is Well
Prompt:Someone who will love you in all your damaged glory
TW:A little gore
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Urie clicked the lights on and off three times. He did this twice more, running his hand over the wood veneer of the light switch.
9:15 and all was well. Or at least it would be once Urie checked on his chickens, his goats, and Clem, the cow.
He knew it was late and they’d all be asleep. Knew it wasn’t really normal to need to go out into the darkness.Every night he thought about it, staring at the rifle he kept behind his cabin door.
He thought about the night years ago when he’d woken at the same time. Something had told him to check the fence or the wire. But he hadn’t gone out and the next day he’d found all of them dead. Lumps of flesh torn in two, hardly recognizable as animals.
Urie still dreamed of those parts. Most hadn’t even been consumed as though the wolf killed them for fun.
The sky was dark, he imagined the stars gone as empty sockets where light bulbs should be.
Urie clicked the lights on and off three times.
He shrugged on his sheepskin coat and took the gun out from behind the door. He held it in his hand and thought about what would happen if he went out with it. If he found the wolf and shot it dead.
Would he stop dreaming about legs still twitching and body parts torn into twos and threes? Would he stop dreaming of grass so red?
Urie looked at his mantle.
There weren’t any pictures of him in his house. He’d often had the thought that a picture would make him a real person. Or that a part of his soul would be held there in the frame.
Urie clicked the lights on and off three times.
He thought maybe if he shot the thing he was afraid of he wouldn’t dream anymore. But he knew if he killed one another would hatch in the forest, slithering from its shell to Urie’s farm. It would not be deterred by the high fences or the sharp wire.
He left the gun at his door.
9:15 and all was well as he checked the fences that were too high and the sharp wire that wrapped around them. He listened to the chickens, wishing he could dream their chicken dreams. He watched the goats all curled up in a goat pile.
Clem leaned her head over the fence, gently nuzzling the red curls at the top of his head.
“You love me don’t you?” he asked her soft black nose.
He rubbed her ears for a second. Her eyes crossed.
She sneezed violently, blowing liquid onto his face and beard.
He laughed until one of the chickens came out to peck at his boots.
Prompt:Someone who will love you in all your damaged glory
TW:A little gore
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Urie clicked the lights on and off three times. He did this twice more, running his hand over the wood veneer of the light switch.
9:15 and all was well. Or at least it would be once Urie checked on his chickens, his goats, and Clem, the cow.
He knew it was late and they’d all be asleep. Knew it wasn’t really normal to need to go out into the darkness.Every night he thought about it, staring at the rifle he kept behind his cabin door.
He thought about the night years ago when he’d woken at the same time. Something had told him to check the fence or the wire. But he hadn’t gone out and the next day he’d found all of them dead. Lumps of flesh torn in two, hardly recognizable as animals.
Urie still dreamed of those parts. Most hadn’t even been consumed as though the wolf killed them for fun.
The sky was dark, he imagined the stars gone as empty sockets where light bulbs should be.
Urie clicked the lights on and off three times.
He shrugged on his sheepskin coat and took the gun out from behind the door. He held it in his hand and thought about what would happen if he went out with it. If he found the wolf and shot it dead.
Would he stop dreaming about legs still twitching and body parts torn into twos and threes? Would he stop dreaming of grass so red?
Urie looked at his mantle.
There weren’t any pictures of him in his house. He’d often had the thought that a picture would make him a real person. Or that a part of his soul would be held there in the frame.
Urie clicked the lights on and off three times.
He thought maybe if he shot the thing he was afraid of he wouldn’t dream anymore. But he knew if he killed one another would hatch in the forest, slithering from its shell to Urie’s farm. It would not be deterred by the high fences or the sharp wire.
He left the gun at his door.
9:15 and all was well as he checked the fences that were too high and the sharp wire that wrapped around them. He listened to the chickens, wishing he could dream their chicken dreams. He watched the goats all curled up in a goat pile.
Clem leaned her head over the fence, gently nuzzling the red curls at the top of his head.
“You love me don’t you?” he asked her soft black nose.
He rubbed her ears for a second. Her eyes crossed.
She sneezed violently, blowing liquid onto his face and beard.
He laughed until one of the chickens came out to peck at his boots.
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Date: 2024-07-03 01:59 pm (UTC)