a/n: This is the begining of another set of short stories. The inspirations are going to come from pieces of work I read. I might ask permission from one of you if I can use a quote or something of yours... maybe. For example i was reading Samuel Butler's Hudibras and took this quote to form a story around. It actually is not the greatest story. The plot has been done most likely and it is a bit on the less descriptive side. But they should get better as they go haha... I dont mind some inspiration either. If you have a quote or story I should read and be challanged by please send it my way. Okay onward I say...

Critique away I love it!! Sarah - Brighteyes This is a bit on the Halloween freakish side... eh see for yourself...

by consequence to come to pass;

As death of great men; alterations,

Diseases, battles inundations;

All this without th’ eclipse of sun,

Or dreadful Coment, he hath done

By inward light, a way as good,

And easy to be understood;”

Samuel Butler from Hudibras

Seeing Palms

I never knew when I first acquired the gift. Maybe I was born with it. My genes mutated. Possibly I was struck by some horrible illness when I was a baby that made my senses overly receptive, like the chicken pox or a rare flu. Perhaps I was kidnapped by aliens and they probed me with enough gadgets that I just whacked out completely. All I know is I have this gift.

Don’t look at me like that. I know what you’re thinking. This guy is insane. He thinks he can glimpse into the future like Miss Cloe or some carnival gypsy that you pay two bucks and get your palm read. You will see though.

When I was five I knew my father was going to die. I woke up at 3am with a cold sweat holding my teddy so hard its’ eyes are still bugged out today. I could see the end of his road; a gravestone with his name; a black cat licking its wounds, my mothers black handkerchief. I saw my father cold and as solid as a gargoyle at noon.

I woke my mother up telling her something was wrong. She put me back to bed and told me that nightmares were caused by eating too much sugar and not enough vegetables before bed. I doubted but re-attempted slumber.

The next day, I climbed our maple tree and watched my father ascend into his ford. His business suit would become his funeral garb. His briefcase would mimick the color of his coffin. The grim smile, as he waved to me from my post, the last I would see in the breathing flesh.

He was killed by a tractor trailer ramming him head on.

Don’t look so shocked. I told you I see things.

I saw the little girl holding her breath as her mother plunged her headfirst into the bathtub. She came up four times before succumbing to the deep wet tomb of porcelain.

You didn’t know she was drowned by her mother did you. Channel 13 didn’t air that part.

I witnessed the destruction of Mr. Adams. He popped the pills slowly one by one until the whole bottle of little white killers was gone.

His publicist said it was a heart attack. She didn’t say it was self-induced because of a cheating wife and downsized career.

I watched as the 7-11 was robbed. How the burglar was stealing milk for his kids. Last resorts sometimes lead to self-destruction. He was shot down by police as he stepped from the store, surrendering.

They thought he was holding a bomb. Irony is shaped like a milk carton.

Oh, you don’t remember?

I told you I see things. Don’t cringe like that. I know what you’re thinking. This guy is insane. He thinks he can glimpse into the future like Miss Cloe or some carnival gypsy that you pay two bucks and get your palm read.

I can though. Call it a gift. Call it a curse. Call is a blessing. Call it insanity. It is what it is. So do you want to know your future? Let me hold your palm for a while.