Cemetery [:::Private:::]
Nov 9, 2009 23:33:04 GMT -7
Post by jenzo on Nov 9, 2009 23:33:04 GMT -7
A strange man was pouched up against two misshapen boulders. One of the boulders lied evenly on the floor, abnormally smooth. It was if someone had, sanded the boulder down to give it its slick texture. The other one sat behind it,s standing in a contorted position, leaning away from the other one. At first glance, they looked like regular boulders, just piled next to each other, but the way the man was sitting on it. It made it seem, to have another purpose, as if it was design to be chair made from the earth. The stranger, seemed to have position himself carefully in the stone thorn. Sitting straight up, his back a little arched, his head carefully resting on the stone, gazing up to the sky, and his hands resting lazily beside him.
He sat their, motionless, still, dead to the world. His gaze fixated on the cemetery nearby. The wind blew that day, the branches of the trees that shade the tombstones in the yard, swayed with the wind. The cemetery looked old, abandon by people, no longer in use as the metal gates the protected it were rusting away. Time had consumed this land, just like it did with the people who lied beneath the ground.
He sat their, not moving, not...breathing. The man who sat their was dead. Vines covered the man's body, and the boulder he rested on. Still, the judging by the length of the vines and how they tangled ever so carefully around the man seem to indicate he has been dead for years, but his body was still warm, his face still full of life. His eyes brighten as he gazed at the tombstones nearby.
As the sun slowly died away, the man's brimstone eyes seem to flare with life, burning like a fire. Like a zombie, he came to his feet, ripping the vines form his body as he rose. He dusted himself off and tipped his hat forward on his head to mask his face in darkness, all that peered though the shade of darkness, was his red yes. A smile creped across his face, as he moved into the graveyard. He made his way deep within the cemetery till he came to a stop by a grave that stood alone in the center of the place, it was unmarked, it had no name carved into the tombstone, it lied blank. All that was beside the marker was a tree that bared fruit, that were pitch black, but resembled that of pears. He knelt down by the grave placed his hand on the tombstone and smiled.