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June 27th, 2009
11:37 P.M.
Bored, and writer’s block sets in…
It’s warm in my room. I loosely grip the pen as my mind tries to come up with the plan for my story. The idea is sitting here in my head, but it won’t drip from the pen.
My thoughts are jumbled, and I’m really distracted. The window keeps slapping against the wall of my room. The wind blows strong, without relent. Normally, it creates a calm and inspiring environment for me as a writer. It is also peaceful to just sit and relax, which, more or less, is what I’m doing now.
My idea is organized as papers blowing in a tornado. I don’t care. All I care about is getting something out on paper and then to the public.
Eureka! I have found inspiration. Better use it for every minute I have it!
June 28th, 2009
2:05 A.M.
Tired as hell…
I need a break. Real bad! I am tired, and do not want to write anymore. I set my pen down a good hour ago, and picked up the controller. Twilight Princess has been my favorite game for a very long time. When I beat it tonight, after a little over 100 hours of playing, a part of me died. -- I’ll get over it.
I beat the last boss after about 80 billion tries, but he fell to the ground at last. Sweet game, probably pick it up again, and start over from the beginning sometime, but now, I just need some time to relax. I drank about three Pepsis in a hair more than two hours.
PEPSI + PEPSI + PEPSI Happy Andre
The only math I will ever understand.
I should go to bed soon, but I don’t have the energy to move my tired self over to the light switch. So, I’ll just lie here until I do.
June 28th, 2009
2:21 A.M.
Noises
A noise emitted from my backyard. I somehow regained all of my energy and peered out my dark window. There was a faint flashing light radiating from the woods. The phenomenon interested me, so I wanted to go out there and check it out. My parents will probably wake up and yell at me, but I don’t care. I got up and slowly walked away from my bed, and quietly slipped out of my house. I followed the light, which was still very dim. There was the beginning of a very deep and dark woods right behind my house. When I got to the source, I was surprised to find that it was just a sapling. I bent over and touched it and the leaves retained a sort of prickly texture, so I pulled back quickly. A drop of blood splattered onto my shirt. It stung for a while, and then the wound later was completely healed.
Very strange.
It was a bit more odd that a tree would just randomly sprout in the middle of the night, and be glowing, but nonetheless, pretty cool.
After a bit, I went back inside, and went to bed.
June 28th, 2009
7:16 P.M.
A visit from Clay
I swear to you; it was right here! I had said.
Maybe someone stepped on it. People go through these woods all the time. Clay had said.
I guess so.
We were on our way to McDonalds when we were out in the woods. We walk usually, because it gives us time to just talk and bond, rather than a three-minute drive. But when we’re too lazy to walk, I drive.
We sat around on our asses for a good hour, scarfing down unhealthy food, and watching cute girls walk in and out of the establishment. Also, we talked about video games that we wanted, and a bunch of other mindless crap, and then finally left. The manager on the floor was getting irritated with us because it was pretty flipping busy; we were occupying the last seats. They almost kicked us out; we stayed so long. We both ran over to the mall that was catty-corner to the McDonalds. Inside was a Gamestop, a Walden Books, and basically the rest of the places there were crap. I browsed at Gamestop for a bit. Clay was off playing Madden 2010. I found some cool gaming skins for my Gamecube, and flagged Clay down, who was fuming. He must have lost. I paid for my skins, and then we left.
The rest of my day pretty much blew by; nothing much worth puttin’ here.
June 29th, 2009
12:01 A.M.
Another happening…
I’m just bored as hell. I’m lying down against my wall with a pillow behind me. The TV is flashing its subliminal images at my eyes, and very inappropriately funny ones at that. I bought some Pepsi today when I was with Clay, so I have a can, cold in my hand. At the back of my mind, rests the tree that appeared in the woods very early yesterday morning. It doesn’t make any sense. If the sapling was stepped on, there would be some trace, but there was none. Could it have been a dream?
Maybe.
It just seemed so real.
Which of my dreams don’t seem real?
I am going to watch Family Guy until it ends. When it does I am going to get a snack.
12:30 A.M (Futuama’s next!)
Okay. I’m back, and am watching Futurama, with a granola bar in my hand, unwrapped and delicious. A fly that came out of hiding apparently, after I went to find some food is buzzing around my room, irritating me. I swat at it a couple of times until another explosion similar to the first one occurs. (Futurama isn’t over yet!)
June 29th, 2009
11:38 A.M.
Explosion and a dream
I jumped up, startled. I rushed down the stairs and through the living room to the door. I pulled the door, and once outside, pulled it to. Ahead of me, were the woods. Within those woods, was a glow, greater than that of the night before. I stood there and awed at it for a minute, but my curiosity got the best of me, so I scurried down the wooden planks toward the entrance. Light filtered through the spaces and cast a weird little pattern on the ground before me. I walked through the trees to the spot where the sapling appeared. It was in the right place, except something was different about it. It came up to my knees. Last time I checked, trees didn’t grow that fast.
I sat down in front of it and watched it. I bathed in its glow. It was very enchanting. The light shined on my face, and seemed to put me into a trance. I remember sitting there and looking at it for a while, staring at it the whole time. After a good 30 minutes, I reached out and touched one of its many glowing leaves. On contact, a pulse traveled through my body, and sent me into a deep sleep.
That is all I can remember.
I had a dream last night that blows all of my previous dreams out of the water, and all dreams to come as well.
I was wandering through the woods. The woods were different though. The trees were much taller and the woods themselves were less dense. I reached what seemed to be the heart of the woods. It was. There, it was very calm, and quiet. No animal dared to live there, for they would be sucked into the mouth of the world, and viciously killed. It was a sacred place that, for some reason allowed me to reside there for a while. There was a suitcase by a large hole in the ground; it was lying open on the soft earth. I bent down and pulled things from the air: clothing, toothbrush, toothpaste, and pictures of past events with people I knew, and know. All kinds of things that would go into a suitcase. As I did this, a bright light shot out of the hole. A tree began to come out of the hole. Before it even grew to my height, I woke up.
Just a few minutes after 8 o’clock, my mother ran outside, chasing the family dog. Rover scuttled over to my just woken body, and sniffed me. I automatically sprung up petting the gentle beast. I cooed to him while hugging his thick, rugged body. I was pale as a ghost, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I was an ice cube, even though it was 72 degrees outside. I could barely remember the events from the very early morning. I looked over to where the tree was, and it still stood out there looking like a normal tree.
Andre! What are you doing out here? Did you sleep out here?! My mother had demanded. When my mother called my name, I whipped my head back to her voice, which was about ten feet away, and behind me. I answered her, and stood up while petting the wonderful dog. She didn’t take it too well even though I told her I sleepwalked. I mean what was I going to tell her? That I was put to sleep by a fast-growing tree? I didn’t think so.
Come inside! I’ve got some pancakes cook--burning, for you!
I followed her into the house. Her dress was shaking all over and moving with the wind. It was her housedress, the one she wore when she wasn’t out and about.
I am doing hardly anything. Writing in this damned thing for now until I can get out of this writer’s block with the story I want to work on. Mother went to run some errands.
I have a few songs playing in sequence. When I say a "few," I mean a couple hundred! I also have a folded pancake in my hand with a few bites in it.
I call mom, ask her if Clay can spend the night, then ask Clay.
I put the phone down and sit and relax moving the pen up and down and sideways over the notebook paper.
June 30th, 2009
3:45 A.M.
Clay spends the night
Clay came over at about 12:42 today and we did the usual stuff. Video games, watched TV, ate, talked. All that and more. However, when he first pulled in the driveway, I rushed him into the woods to show him my previous discovery.
Why are you showing me this again? He had said.
The tree…it’s bigger! I had insisted with a lack of breath.
Another unsuccessful attempt was made when trying to show Clay the freaking tree. I saw it perfectly, but he claimed not to see it. What the fuck was he? Blind? Oh well. He can’t ignore it when it’s the size of the rest of the woods.
I sit here now with nothing to do but drown in my thoughts. I am a thinker. When I have down time, I think, or write. Whichever is more attractive to me at the moment. Right now, I am at a loss for ideas to finish my current short story, so I am writing in my journal. As you can tell by what is going down in this journal, I am very bored, because I am describing what I am writing. I really need to get a girlfriend, so that I don’t have to do this every night. It wouldn’t hurt to miss a night or two in my life’s history book. Clay, while I am still writing, is sleeping on the floor wrapped in a sleeping bag and a thin blanket. He has the fan on full-blast.
June 30th, 2009
3:44 P.M.
Hospitalization…
I felt a tingling sensation rush through my left arm, so I lifted up my right, and rub the other, in an effort to stop the rush from moving further. It quickly faded, but now I began shaking. Only slightly, but shaking nonetheless. My whole body was shaking as if it were cold in my room. I couldn’t stop…
I had a seizure about 12 hours ago. It was the scariest thing in my life. My doctor said that most seizure patients he’s had would never have one again. When they ran tests on me, they found nothing, which is good. It was a good thing that Clay was woken up with a thirst to quench. He saw me as I was seizing. I saw his expression, or part of it. Parts of his face were streaked with moonlight, and others with darkness. He hopped over my bed to the phone on my nightstand and called an ambulance, which by the way arrived in less than five minutes, so I was told.
It’s so weird…I am lying here with different things stuck in both of my arms, and one of these things was a holding a hole in my arm open in case they needed to withdraw more blood from the major vein in my forearm. I had already done everything necessary, all I had to do was sit and wait until the doctor came back in and told me that I could leave. Footsteps echo on the linoleum floor outside my hospital room. It’s Doctor Benson.
I’m out of here! I can’t drive for a few months, which sucks, but it’ll go by fast. I feel kind of weird as I leave the hospital. I just feel like I’ve changed so much. Like I’m a different person. I just can’t put my finger on it.
Doctor Benson says he doesn’t know what triggered my seizure, but I know exactly what did. It was that weird tree. It must have grown some more last night. Funny. There was no explosion.
My mother turns around as I write this, and tells me that I need to relax when I get home. I won’t argue with that; I could go for a good nap. Well, that’s it for now.
June 31st, 2009
7:43 P.M.
The Dream, continued…
When I got home this afternoon, I went into the kitchen and filled up a glass with Pepsi. I needed to finish off the 2-liter that was left in the fridge from the last grocery-shopping trip. I took most of it in, and spit it right back out when I realized it was flat as hell. I poured the remainder out into the sink and then traveled to my room.
I thought that a nap was in order, and thought right. I sunk into my sheets and covers, blasted the fan and eventually fell into a deep sleep. Some familiar images flowed in front of my eyes as I slept.
The bright light came first, then a salient branch swiped my face and chopped some flesh quite cleanly away from it. I hardly noticed it. That didn’t stop the blood from trickling down my cheek. The light rose up into the air. The shape of the object became clear to me; it was the tree that I had discovered a couple nights ago. I sat there and had to just pore over it for a bit. I did for several minutes while it was growing. It easily exceeded the other trees in the forest. I thought that it might defeat the Sequoia, and for all I knew, it did.
Eventually, it stopped and it was massive. The trunk was about fifteen feet wide, and it towered over the other forty footers. I walked slowly around the base of the tree, and ran my hand along the rough bark. It was very warm.
Extremely warm.
Very strange.
When I got to the point on the tree that was smooth, I stopped and examined it. It was a rectangle about the size of a loose leaf. Within that space there carved, were a few scrawls.
Now is not the time, but the time draws near…
Those words stuck in my mind even after I woke up at about 6 P.M. I got up and walked downstairs. The noise from the TV was blaring in my ears, and worsening my newly acquired headache. Mom and Dad were watching Little House on the Prairie I asked them what they had for dinner in my absence. Mom pointed to the fridge. Inside was delicious pepperoni-infested pizza. I scavenged for it, found it, nuked it, and ate it followed by a few cookies. I ate the cookies with some milk while sitting on the rocking chair in the far left corner of the living room, nearest to the kitchen.
9:01 P.M.
My parents and I rushed outside immediately following yet, another explosion. It shook the house with such a tremendous force. I’m actually surprised my parents heard it. After all, Clay hadn’t seen the tree.
Wow! Dad had awed.
Where did this come from? Mom had asked.
I don’t know! I had replied.
The glow from the greenery had overcome everything, and I woke up.
That dream seemed so real! That pisses me off! Why does this damn tree keep popping up?
Now is not the time, but the time draws near.
What does that sentence mean?
Am I going to die?
I don’t know much anymore. I do know that I can’t tell anyone or try to show anyone. Clay already thinks I’m half crazy. He couldn’t see it before; he’s not going to see it any better now!
I’m done! I can’t write in this journal anymore about this. Not right now. I need some fresh air.
July 1st, 2009
4:57 P.M.
Surprise visit from Clay
Clay stopped by my house around lunchtime to pick something up that he had left at my house the other day. He decided to stay a while, and I’m glad he did. We did all the things we normally do when we hang out, but when we talked, we talked much longer than the norm. I had a lot to get out, and he was a good friend, and he listened to it all.
I think the most bittersweet thing that could have happened to me, happened. So? I told him all about the tree, and my previous dreams and such. What does it actually accomplish?
Not a whole damn lot!
Oh well. I do feel better. For now.
Whatever demons are coming for me better get here quickly, because my sanity is getting the best of me. I just wish that
July 2nd, 2009
1:12 A.M.
Blah…
My mom called me to do something for her. That’s what the unfinished sentence is about. Since it’s in pen, I couldn’t erase, and I didn’t want to scratch it out.
Anyway, my parents took me out to dinner. Just because. We went to my favorite Italian restaurant. When I got back home with a satisfied stomach I sat down at my computer and knocked out my seemingly impossible short story, wrote half of another one, and two poems in two hours.
I was red hot for a while there. But all great powers must eventually fall.
Just look at the Roman Empire.
I put all that I completed on Fiction Press, and went into my room. I was feeling the need to watch a weird creepy movie, so I watched Donnie Darko. I popped the disk in and watched.
It has got to be the most amazing movie I have ever seen; it has given me so much inspiration in the past, and every time I see it, I find something I hadn’t before.
After the movie, I plugged the ‘phones into my iPod, and listened to some good music. As time went by, I became quite drowsy, and I started to doze off. Before I let it get too far, I turned the music off, and slid down so that my head was on the pillows, and I instantly fell asleep.
July 2nd, 2009
10:29 A.M.
Waking up in the woods…
It was nearing 9:00 this morning when I woke up, but my bed was very moist and very green and slightly uncomfortable. I woke up with a burning headache, and a massive cut on my stomach. It actually was not that deep, but it was long. It began above my belly button, and ended a foot and a quarter later. I was caked with dry blood, and it hurt to get up. It didn’t matter much though; I fell back down as soon as I attempted to stand. The next time, my legs were much more useful, and I didn’t collapse. However, I did walk on pins and needles all the way inside.
What happened to you?! Mom had screeched.
Honestly Mom, I have no idea. I had replied.
You need to see a therapist if this continues. Mom had said. She had lowered her reading glasses onto her nose, and squinted at me. Sleeping outside, and acting really weird lately. We need to nip it in the bud real fast! Now go upstairs and change; breakfast will be ready in a few minutes!
I nodded, and dismissed the idea of going to a nut doctor rapidly. I hate therapists. When I was younger, I went to one. He was horrible, and very condescending. He lied to me a lot, and hardly let me speak. He was a real bastard, and I don’t need an experience like that again.
I peeled my shirt off of my bloody body and threw it in the garbage can in the bathroom. I jumped in the shower, after getting undressed, and started scrubbing. I had to be careful, because even though the cut wasn’t lethal, it was still pretty deep--and painful. The hot water unfortunately was like acid on the layers of red and exposed flesh, and it was excruciating. The wound bled while I cleaned my body, I was covered in red bubbles. The water rinsed the bloody suds down my legs, and they were sucked down the drain. I stepped out of the shower, holding my stomach. I immediately gauzed myself, and put the roll back in the cabinet. The bleeding had actually slowed, so it wasn’t soaking the gauze. So when I got dressed, I put a shirt on. I brushed my hair and then walked down the stairs to eat some breakfast.
The smell of pancakes permeated the house. I sat down in front of an enormous pile of them, and poured syrup over the top then enjoyed. They were good!
After breakfast, I sat down in front of the TV. Eventually she went upstairs. Then she came down again to inform me that she would be going to the store. She left a few minutes later.
July 2nd, 2009
9:39 P.M.
No particular subject
Earlier today, I grabbed a shovel from the garage, and headed out to the woods to do some digging. I stabbed the soft soil with the blunt edge of the shovel, and it sunk in with great ease. I was digging where the tree had once been, in hopes that I would find some clue leading to the reason for the tree’s existence.
I found nothing. Nothing, except for more dirt, worms, and little roots. After that disappointment, I threw down the shovel and headed back inside.
After lunch I began feeling sick to my stomach. More so by dinnertime. During dinner, I up heaved all over my plate of spaghetti. It was kind of embarrassing. I shot up, and raced to the toilet, because I felt more rise up. I also threw up a bit on the way there. Stomach fluids are a taste to which my taste buds have not yet adjusted.
When dinner was over, I sat in my room talking to Alan, an old friend on my instant messenger. I told him about the tree, or whatever it was. We talked about it for some time. He seemed captivated by the thought, but it just wasn’t enough. He needed to see it, but I knew even if he were here, he wouldn’t be able to.
July 3rd, 2009
2:27 A.M.
Something more about the tree…
This will be my last entry, because—well, I don’t know why. But after this, I am done.
At about 2:15, this morning, there was a gigantic flash of light, bigger than all the others. It packed the kind of punch that my digital camera would. I stood up from the spot on my floor, and looked out the window, intently waiting for further excitement. The light from the tree grew brighter and brighter, and it illuminated my entire house as if it were daytime outside.
Andre left his room, and walked downstairs. He stepped out onto the deck. It was daytime at 2:20 in the morning. For how far this light extended, he had no idea.
The air was very warm, so Andre rolled up his sleeves. The ground became very soft, and Andre sunk into the ground a bit. There were dirt clods heavier than a couple pounds stuck to the soles of his shoes. He stumbled, and attempted not to fall, while walking as if he were wearing cement shoes through the sticky soil. He tipped forward and descended. Luckily, there was the trampoline right in front of him, so he reached out and grabbed one of the metal supporters. Unfortunately, the pole became al dente, and collapsed with the rest of the plaything like a pile of cooked pasta. Andre was lying on a heap of rubbery metal.
Andre threw pieces of trampoline away from him that were on top of him, and stood up. He entered the woods. The light was still as bright as ever. The tree was standing proudly against the sky. Surrounding the tree in groups, sporadically, were people. People that he knew. His mom, Alan, Clay, his doctor, everybody that he had come into contact with these past few days, and then some. There had been people Andre had known years ago. They were all just glued to this monstrous tree. Andre walked in front of his mom and tried to get her attention. She didn’t look away, no matter how hard he tried. Her eyes were a glassy sort. She never broke the glaze. He moved on to Clay, tried the same stuff, no luck. He tried tackling him, but bounced right off an invisible wall. Everyone’s eyes were stuck on this grand tree.
Andre stopped and looked at the tree for a moment himself. He could see why the tree was so entrancing, and why they wouldn’t look away. Half the people didn’t really believe Andre, and had never seen the tree, so this was the only way for them to witness it. Andre walked closer to the tree, and on the trunk, there was a carving.
It merely read: It’s time.
Andre touched the etchings and they glowed. The glow grew to cover his vision with white. He felt extremely inferior to the tree at this point. After about thirty seconds, the light disappeared, and everybody stood in darkness. Then, four white lines appeared in the shape of a rectangle in front of Andre. It looked like it could be a door with a bright light behind it. Andre reached his bony hand out and fumbled for a metal ball, the doorknob. It was actually wooden; it made sense. He turned it, and pulled. The light on the other side faded a bit, but was still brilliant. He stepped through the doorway to the unknown…
People were behind this door…Andre was unsure of what was going on, but in the pit of his stomach, grew the feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be here. At the same time, he was. Whatever the case, he witnessed the most important thing that could ever happen in his and everyone else’s lives.
…Several hours later, Andre exited the woods. His seemingly black hair, windblown, and his face, snow white.
He staggered back into his home, and his ice-cold hand played for doorknobs to advance from one room to another, finally to his room. He zombie-walked over to his bed, climbed in, and passed out.
Andre woke up the next morning, and looked at the clock. He had a very strange notion about him. His eyes crazily darted around in his skull. Something was off, and Andre knew it, but wasn’t sure why. He sat up in bed and looked out the window, as if something had told him to. All he found was his backyard and the woods in the distance.
Those woods held such intrigue, but gave no clues that affected his now normal existence. The eve of such fantastical happenings had come to a close. Everybody who had witnessed this piece of history woke up at the same time as Andre. The same thoughts rushed through their minds, but not one person remembered the events of that night.
Perhaps it is a good thing…