Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The walls gave and in came the wolves

Why the wolves thought of coming to the town instead of just keeping to the forest is still up for debate

Bad luck, or good depending on why side of the debate you’re on

But the fact is they did and the pigs were just not prepared for the onslaught

Well not all the pigs, and the ones that thought they were didn’t have a clue what consequences that came with

The first day the wolves attacked it seemed so random cause it was for the most part

Two wolves, scouts almost that accidentally came upon this little village of pigs minding their own business

The wolves were just as surprised at the pigs, seeing as the pigs never bothered to put out security or any kind of look outs

They have been living there for generations, no one had seen a wolf in longer than they could remember

They were civilized, why would they think of wolves coming to hunt for them

The two scout wolves froze almost, shocked at this entire village full of pork

So much so that it took them a full minute to realize what they were seeing before one of them struck the nearest pig

A thirty something year old pig, the local glass maker, whose father’s father first migrated to this village in his youth

The wolf wasn’t the most precise but he was swift with his claws, it took another whole minute for everyone around to realize what happened

By the time they did one more pig was down, a herder, the second wolf was more swift and he hit the throat like a surgeon

Pandemonium began and the wolves were only able to kill two more before all the pigs were out of sight, in their houses or in hiding

The two wolves stood in the center of the street, each with two kills at their feet, surveying the area

Tiny house made of straw, wood and brick, a park, a few shops, pavement roads leading in four directions

They collected their prey and giving the village one last glance began walking away right where they came from

The pigs waited about an hour or so before they got brave enough to come out of their houses and hiding places

They walked to the center of the street and stood stunned as the saw all the red blotches left behind, the paw prints leading out of town

Then the crying and walling began as the reality of the situation found gravity, it all became very real

Slowly the town began talking and look outs were assigned so that they would have a warning for the next time

The next day the two wolves came back and the look outs were the first to go, the wolves where much more swift this time

They came with a plan and it was simple, grab and go, two each and they were gone

And so it was for the next couple of days, by the end of the week no one was in the streets at all, no security, just dead silence

The entire village appeared abandoned as the pigs hid, they didn’t move, they skipped a breath if any sound was heard

That was what caused things to get worse, when they should have fled they stayed and waited

The two scout wolves came that day, they prowled the village from one end to the other but found no one around

They could smell them in their tiny straw, wood and brick house and they growled and howled outside their doors

The waited and waited but no pig was in sight, no pig came out, the two gathered in the center of the street

Nothing was said between the two, but a conclusion was reached and one of them left the village

The one that stayed began walking around the village, walking to the houses and pushing his nose against the walls

Sometimes he would rest his eyes against the straw and wood house to see in the gaps to see if he could catch something inside

The evening had arrived so the darkness didn’t allow him to see anything but he could sense something

The night came and went no pig in that village slept, they stood silently and stared at each other or at the door

Every so often they would hear the breathing of the wolf, sometimes just the sound his claws made against the pavement as we walked by

There was an hour or two when they relaxed as they heard his breathing shorten as he slept

The few pigs who actually slept were woken to the most horrifying sound as hundreds of claws and growls filled the air

The few pigs who were brave walked towards the doors or the spaces in their wood or straw walls to try and see outside

All who did see outside fell pale white as the realization of what they witnessed became clear

The entire village was overrun by wolves, every corner, every street and just about every house had a wolf walking around

It was around this time that some pigs became making noise, they couldn’t help it, the sheer terror drove them mad

This is where the wolves began their assault, one wolf began scratching the straw wall and slowly it showed progress

Then another wolf joined him and before you know half a dozen were scratching away and it didn’t take long

No, before you know knew they went through the wall and then all you heard was grunts turn to screams and the whole village howled

Then all the straw houses were attacked and then all the straw houses fell, some pigs made a run for it and some didn’t

But none made it very far after that, it didn’t take a half hour for all the straw houses to be over taken

The pigs in the wood houses heard and watched it all while the pigs in brick houses only heard

The brick houses were just four walls, no windows and a door, there were few because they were more expensive to build

As expensive, luxurious comfortable as they were they were now no more than coffins, then screams went right through the walls

About an hour had gone by and finally the commotion had all but ceased, no more screaming, not more sounds of houses falling

Just silence to the pigs, but to the wolves it was feeding time, they each had about two pigs to devour and they did

For hours they fed and when the meat was gone they gnawed on the bones until they got to the marrow

By evening the wolves were just lounging and slowly they began to leave, but not all of them, some stayed behind

The night came and went and the next day came and went and the day after that, the pigs still did not move in their houses

It was on the third day that the growls and the sounds of claws came again, they all gathered in the center of the village

With a growl here and howl there something was decided and 6 of them approached a wood house

They began scratching at the walls just like they did with the straw house, they wood was giving away but just not as easily as the straw

Then 6 turned into a dozen and now the wood was giving away much faster, somewhere across the village the first screams were heard

The wood gave way and the in came the wolves

The next few hours were screams and cracks as houses gave way, but because of the numbers they couldn’t get to every house

A few wood houses survived that day, but not many as you looked around the village, bare bones of what it used to be

And just like before by night they wolves were gone, content and just like before a few stayed behind

Just like before it was days before they came back, some went straight to the wood house that were left and some went for the brick house

This is where they first realized that maybe this is where they stopped, a dozen of them were only making marks on the walls

Hours went by till they stopped, they stopped al together too, because no more wood house were coming down

The wolves were now solely concentrating on the brick houses, to no avail though because their claws just weren’t strong enough

There was a half hour pause on the brick house attack and the for some reason the wolves started up on the wood house again

This time the whole pack was attacking so the wood houses were not lasting more than a few minutes

But this time the grunts didn’t turn to screams like they had been before, this time there was silence after the crack of the wood

The pigs in the brick houses could only collect information from the noise that came in from the space at the bottom of the door

The pigs intently listened to gather information, they heard the cracking of wood, the grunts and then some cries mixed in among the howls

Then some hoof sounds as pigs ran and then thuds as they were struck down by wolves, but no kills though

There was a silence that even the wind thundered over and then the pigs in the brick houses heard the loudest thud

It was against their doors, then hoofs clawing at the door, then grunts, then cries and finally the screaming

The pigs were being pushed against the doors and the pigs tried all they could to get into the house

But the doors were locked tightly, for hours they thuds and hoof scratches continued never letting up

In some of the brick houses you heard the cries from within and those where the houses the wolves pressed hardest on

One door did budge when it was unlocked from within and it was a second before the wolves were in

On the houses that didn’t budge the pigs were doing everything possible not to scream, not to move not to live

They were cowards but not enough to know how to end their own lives, they were simple pigs up to this point

After no more house opened doors then blood began to seep in from the under the door as the wolves killed the pigs and ate them

All the pigs could do was watch as the blood trickled in and formed a puddle at the entrance to their once clean and beautiful house

For the next few days the scratching continued until it was less and less, then less and less howling and claws hit the pavement

Eventually only a few here and there until finally there were none, even then the pigs did not come out

It might have been a month before the first door was opened, some doors never opened

The pigs who did come out came out to see a cemetery with a few brick mausoleums still standing

Some of the ones who ventured out got 3 steps out and did move from there, some just kept walking and never stopped

There were no wolves left, but in those brick houses there were still pigs who did not move or make any noises

In some of those brick houses the wolves never left  

Monday, December 23, 2013

Regarding my life

This is what I call my life, it took a friend to ask me how I was doing to me to inspire to write on here.

I've been living like a king, haven't used my alarm in months, it is as liberating as I had imagined. There is not enough you can say about getting up when your body says it's time, which now that I think about has been surprising. There have been nights where after a good night of drinking till 3 in the morning I still got up at 8 am, compared to my nights when I've gone to bed at 10 pm and got up at 10 am. Both times, fully rested.  It is truly amazing what you find when you walk away from the path you've beaten into a road and that you also cemented.  What used to be to me a scenic route, now new and uncharted had become my one and only way.

That's not the only new thing to my life though, I moved up the chain of command at my current place of employment and it feels good to be in the  high chair, familiar territory but with an unfamiliar mindset. It's not about what I can do for them, no, it's about what am I gonna do for myself. How will this job benefit me? How will it help me pay all those things I've made myself used to pay? No, I'm now about to see how I can move up within but at my own pace, now I see a path as opposed to just the bottom of the hill I climbed.  I'm moving at the right speed and I'm able to keep up, I'm leading as opposed to trying to keep up.  On the  plus side I live less than 2 miles from work and since I'm a hermit, that adds up to about 20 miles a week.  But that does include the mile I drive to the gym.

Speaking of the gym, been thinking about my health and how I just wasn't taking care of myself. Not saying I eat that much better but I drink a little less and exercise twice as much, subtract all the work hours and stress, what you end up with is a big difference.  And like I said a mile from home, can't beat that right.

So my life is good and getting better. I'm still writing got a great new idea for my next book, I wish I could say more but damn it takes a while to fill in those pages to fill a book. But it's not a race and really who the hell wants race a barely-wannabe.  Just gonna keep the party going for as long as I can, by my count that's 23 years.

Any who, I'm good thanks for asking and how are you doing?