I hunt and gather the right words to express you.
I couldn't bare saying the wrong thing,
I obsess over the details,
I overlook the fact that you walked away ages ago,
Though you came back for a moment,
Only to love me once,
(more) Fool me twice,
Shame on me for knowing better
But loving you anyway.
It's getting dark, and my fire is going out. The snow is beginning to fall, and I don't think I will be able to gather any more fire wood for the night. I twisted my ankle when I tripped coming back down the hill while I was trying to(more) survey the area.
I have no idea how I ended up out here. I remember going to sleep in my bed last night, and this morning I awoke to find my self sleeping on the ground in the middle of the woods. From the top of the hill, all I was able to see was forest and mountains for miles.
I spent most of my day out here wandering without direction. After a while every tree started to look the same and I felt like I was walking in circles. I wasn't prepared for this and I'm getting worried about my ability to survive.
Thankfully, I've seen enough survival shows to know how to get a fire going and a small shelter built. My situation still doesn't look good, I have nothing to keep me warm but a dying fire. I can feel everything starting to numb. Even if I do make it out of here alive, I don't expect to keep all of my toes and fingers.
I can hear something moving, rustling the leaves on the ground behind my my small shelter. I can feel my heart start beating harder. It's getting closer - I think I can hear it breathing. I don't have anything to protect my self if it is something looking for a meal. Beyond the fire I can see it - it's a wolf
My eyes snapped open and all I could hear was the sound of my alarm clock in the darkness. (less)
The sunlight streamed in through my window, as I hesitated to open my eyes to a new morning. I would have to get ready eventually, might as well get up sooner than later, but first a shower. It took me ten minutes to get ready for the day, when(more) a growl sounded from my stomach. It was breakfast time. I pulled on a pair of jeans, converse, and a white t-shirt and grabbed my purse. My red ford fusion roared to life as i turned the car on, and i quickly checked my mirrors, my blue eyes had bags under them. It was time for breakfast and I was on the hunt for something delicious. I curled my lips into an excited grin as I headed downtown and quickly ran my hands through my short black hair. I didn't know what I was looking for, but i would soon, and suddenly my eyes went wide with hunger as i saw a Krispy Kreme shop. It took me a minute or two to navigate traffic safely but i quickly parked and turn the car off. A grin was spread across my face as I opened the door hearing a soft chime and spoke in an excited voice once i reached the counter, "I would like a dozen donuts. Surprise me." The man quickly prepared my order, handing him a Twenty dollar bill, I took my change and grabbed my box of donuts. It took me ten minutes to drive home even in morning traffic, quickly parking in the driveway and heading into my house. The no food rule in rooms forced me to eat my donuts at the wooden oak table. I wouldn't make it as an adventurer if i couldn't make my own breakfast even. (less)
I remember being inside that crummy classroom, worrying about things that don't matter now. How I was going to get the kids to start taking me seriously. How I'm going to afford another baby. How at 43 I'm starting to get old. (more) I was so sure my life was already over.
But I was wrong. So wrong.
It was without warning. No drills, nothing. In an instant I went from showing how to find the internal pressure of a given gas to screaming at the kids not to look at the light.
Lucky. Lucky, I kept the shutters down because I hate the ugly view. Lucky I didn't go blind. When it passed a huge mushroom cloud replaced the light. That, and a huge crater in New York City. The Terrorists won.
It couldn't have been hard to do. It was bound to happen. Bribe a security man to let you into their "secure" nuclear waste cleanup program. Or pick up uranium ore from the blackmarket. It would have happened at anytime. And now it has.
The clouds forming and I know we don't have a long time until the black rain comes pouring down, giving babies a second set of limbs. I ordered the class outside. Some stayed, I didn't bother. We only had an hour before the discharge gets to us. That was the real killer. More people died from the radioactive poisoning than the explosion itself. It just takes longer. And is more painful.
The winds coming from the north, so we will want to go east, stay perpendicular to the wind. We have an hour to move a whole school 5 miles to a safe distance. Gotta get to rural areas. The radio says it's the only safe place left.(less)
"Shit man." "We hunt and gather all day everyday". "Walking in these here mountains will do some shit to you brother." "I know huh?"
"But hey, when there ain't nothing to do other than track down some spirits and grow some goodness...well that don't sound too bad to you does it?"(more)
"Well, let me tell you a story if you still don't understand brother.
The other day, I was hunting down a spirit on a mountain with 4 other members from the clan. We were trekking across the snow to find a spot where my clansman had heard there was good stuff to gather.
Before setting off, we had prepared for the journey: eating fully, nourishing, packing food, and smoking a pipe to commemorate the beginning of a journey.
Every mountain has a spirit - that mountain's spirits guide the lesser spirits on it - animals we call them. Deer on this mountain. Follow tracks in snow.
Snow becomes unruly. Snow falls. Digs. Collapses. Snow tumbles towards me. More snow. More snow.
The beginnings of an avalanche. Snow crashing down. I accept my own animal nature and pray. Survive. The mountain quiets. The wave of snow does not reach me.
Later, we find a deer. We kill it and take it back to eat. The good stuff to gather was not found. I may go back in spring to find it."
"Well shit, that shit sure is animated." "True story, dude." "True stories are usually bull shit, bro." "'Life is usually bull shit." "Whatever. Shut the fuck up. We gotta hunt, dipshit. You're gonna scare all the damn animals away."(less)