Hay Hay
03-07-2009, 07:34 PM
I wrote this last year. I felt I should share it. Side note before you read it, it is a little graphic. And no...I am not sexist. It came from a dream I had, which I believe was contributed by a movie I once watched. Hope you like it, and let me know what you think. (Criticism is always good...whether it is good or bad, it helps you grow, in my opinion).
I open my eyes and feel the moist water that covers every inch of me, but all I see in black. I put my hands out and feel the glass. Panic runs through my veins. No…I don’t want to drown. I smash my fist into the glass, but the stubborn glass doesn’t budge. Help, I try to yell but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a bunch of bubbles. That had to be my last breath…but I still have air..how?
I feel the flaps on my neck moving. I have never felt that before. I place my hands on the location of the new sensation. Gills? How do I have gills? I try to remember what happened last. I was at a bar as I would normally be. I was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer, and a beautiful woman came in. She had to be the most beautiful women I have ever seen, intoxicated or otherwise.
She was wearing a revealing red dress that made me horny just looking at her. She had a voluptuous body that curved in all the right spots. Her long slim legs should have been a model’s. Her face looked like it was genetically engineered. Skin was flawless with not a blemish in sight. Lips were full and pouty. Eyes looked like the stormy sea, with green and blue, which would make a guy go haywire. Nose was tiny with a tiny point to the end of it. Teeth must have been surgically put in her mouth, because I have never seen a more perfect smile. Her hair was shiny and thick, and the blonde waves made me want to run my fingers through it for hours.
Being myself I walked right up to her. Not because I thought I’d have a chance with this lustrous beauty but because I wanted to try. To my surprise, she accepted my gesture and asked me to sit with her. Without any hesitation I sat down. I mean who in there right mind would turn down a woman like that. I was on high heaven. No one in this bar could take me down tonight.
She asked me if I’d drink a gin and tonic with her. Then she rubbed her hand slowly up my thigh and said, “I believe a real man drinks gin and tonic.” I could feel myself becoming erect and lost whatever sense I had left. I agreed and drank the drink she picked out. She smiled at me and her perfect face started to get hazy. Before I blacked out she told me, “You are going to make me a lot of money.”
My Dad always told me to think with my head, the one that has the brain. He told me that getting strung up by my groin was going to get me in trouble one day. Well, he was right. She drugged me and now I have gills.
I try to stretch out my fingers in frustration, but it feels like there is some type of sticky substance that is keeping them from separating. The light turns on and I am able to see. I look down at my hands to see the webbing that ties my fingers together. Raising my head I look around to see where I’m at. The glass surrounds me. I’m in a tank?
I look to my left and see some type of animal in a cage. On the bottom of it had a zebra body, but at the top was not a zebra. I try to look closer. It is a human. The top part of it is a human. I tap the glass to get its attention, but it doesn’t move. I swerve around in my tank to get a closer better look at it. Then, I notice. It’s not breathing. It’s dead.
Heels start to clank through the room, and it causes the water in my tank to ripple. It gets louder and louder, until I see her, some lady in a lab coat. She stops in front of my tank. “Aw..he’s awake and alive that’s good.” She stares at me for a second and then turns to the clipboard in her hand. Her char-coal hair it pulled back into a tight bun. Her skin is pale and ashy from lack of sunlight. Her eyes are black like her hair showing no emotion and are hidden behind a pair of square rimmed glasses. She writes a note on her clipboard and shouts, “Billy.”
A young boy comes running and stops right next to her. “Yes mam.” He couldn’t have been older than 15. He was wearing the same square glasses, and his hair reminded me of the boy from the little rascals. I can’t remember his name. But it is brown and greased down, except for one little tip in the back that refused to go down. He was wearing a pair of kakis and a blue plad shirt.
“This serum seemed to work. That’s good, but I need you to dispose of him.”
“Yes, mam.”
She turns and starts to walk away. Dispose? I get infuriated and start smashing the glass as hard as I can. She stops and turns back to me. Her cold eyes glare at me. “You’re just a test subject. You’re not even human. So, you’re life does not matter.” Her evil grin reveals her yellow crooked teeth. “So, we are simply getting rid of the garbage.” She turns back around and walks away leaving me to be disposed of.
I open my eyes and feel the moist water that covers every inch of me, but all I see in black. I put my hands out and feel the glass. Panic runs through my veins. No…I don’t want to drown. I smash my fist into the glass, but the stubborn glass doesn’t budge. Help, I try to yell but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a bunch of bubbles. That had to be my last breath…but I still have air..how?
I feel the flaps on my neck moving. I have never felt that before. I place my hands on the location of the new sensation. Gills? How do I have gills? I try to remember what happened last. I was at a bar as I would normally be. I was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer, and a beautiful woman came in. She had to be the most beautiful women I have ever seen, intoxicated or otherwise.
She was wearing a revealing red dress that made me horny just looking at her. She had a voluptuous body that curved in all the right spots. Her long slim legs should have been a model’s. Her face looked like it was genetically engineered. Skin was flawless with not a blemish in sight. Lips were full and pouty. Eyes looked like the stormy sea, with green and blue, which would make a guy go haywire. Nose was tiny with a tiny point to the end of it. Teeth must have been surgically put in her mouth, because I have never seen a more perfect smile. Her hair was shiny and thick, and the blonde waves made me want to run my fingers through it for hours.
Being myself I walked right up to her. Not because I thought I’d have a chance with this lustrous beauty but because I wanted to try. To my surprise, she accepted my gesture and asked me to sit with her. Without any hesitation I sat down. I mean who in there right mind would turn down a woman like that. I was on high heaven. No one in this bar could take me down tonight.
She asked me if I’d drink a gin and tonic with her. Then she rubbed her hand slowly up my thigh and said, “I believe a real man drinks gin and tonic.” I could feel myself becoming erect and lost whatever sense I had left. I agreed and drank the drink she picked out. She smiled at me and her perfect face started to get hazy. Before I blacked out she told me, “You are going to make me a lot of money.”
My Dad always told me to think with my head, the one that has the brain. He told me that getting strung up by my groin was going to get me in trouble one day. Well, he was right. She drugged me and now I have gills.
I try to stretch out my fingers in frustration, but it feels like there is some type of sticky substance that is keeping them from separating. The light turns on and I am able to see. I look down at my hands to see the webbing that ties my fingers together. Raising my head I look around to see where I’m at. The glass surrounds me. I’m in a tank?
I look to my left and see some type of animal in a cage. On the bottom of it had a zebra body, but at the top was not a zebra. I try to look closer. It is a human. The top part of it is a human. I tap the glass to get its attention, but it doesn’t move. I swerve around in my tank to get a closer better look at it. Then, I notice. It’s not breathing. It’s dead.
Heels start to clank through the room, and it causes the water in my tank to ripple. It gets louder and louder, until I see her, some lady in a lab coat. She stops in front of my tank. “Aw..he’s awake and alive that’s good.” She stares at me for a second and then turns to the clipboard in her hand. Her char-coal hair it pulled back into a tight bun. Her skin is pale and ashy from lack of sunlight. Her eyes are black like her hair showing no emotion and are hidden behind a pair of square rimmed glasses. She writes a note on her clipboard and shouts, “Billy.”
A young boy comes running and stops right next to her. “Yes mam.” He couldn’t have been older than 15. He was wearing the same square glasses, and his hair reminded me of the boy from the little rascals. I can’t remember his name. But it is brown and greased down, except for one little tip in the back that refused to go down. He was wearing a pair of kakis and a blue plad shirt.
“This serum seemed to work. That’s good, but I need you to dispose of him.”
“Yes, mam.”
She turns and starts to walk away. Dispose? I get infuriated and start smashing the glass as hard as I can. She stops and turns back to me. Her cold eyes glare at me. “You’re just a test subject. You’re not even human. So, you’re life does not matter.” Her evil grin reveals her yellow crooked teeth. “So, we are simply getting rid of the garbage.” She turns back around and walks away leaving me to be disposed of.