Ronigan fell off his bar stool at ‘Cooters Pub’ and hit the cement floor fast and hard. The room erupted in laughter over his now sprawled out limp body, neglecting the remote possibility that he might actually be hurt. He felt something trickle down unto his lips as the spicy taste of his own blood flowed from one nostril. The floor smelled of old beer and the steps of lost souls before him. How many had he drunk tonight? Five shots or was it eight? It didn’t really matter anymore, he just knew he was done with tonight’s festivities. A booming voice yelled down at him to “Get the FUCK up!” It was Mickey the bartender yelling over the bar. This actually was Ronigan’s sole intent at the moment, to just simply get up. He struggled to his feet as the room began to swirl around him in dizzying colors. A patron sitting at the bar felt Ronigan’s arm on his shoulder as he leaned in for support. The man angrily pushed it off, muttered some expletives and went back to finishing his beer. The rest of the crowd surrounding the bar continued to drink, completely ignoring Ronigan’s barely standing presence. It was just another typical busy Friday night here at Cooter’s. People came here to enter into a state of complete oblivion over whatever shit their life was at the moment. No one there really cared about whether you were too drunk to drive or even just dead on the floor. Ronigan took a step towards the big oak door entranceway which led to the outside. Blurred faces around him appeared cartoonish in their appearance as he tried to stay focused on just getting the Hell home.
“If I can just get home..to bed. I’ll be alright. I need to get through that door”.
Ronigan’s thoughts were muddled by the intensity of the booze, as if they were covered in a dirty gauze. He was suffering by himself right in the middle of a whiskey induced storm and he needed to get out. A few more steps closer and he would at least be outside away from all of this chaos.
“This IS IT. Never again, after tonight”
Another chaotic thought instinctively sprung up in Ronigan’s crowded head. This idea was familiar territory to him. It was the false bravado of someone who hadn’t realized yet that his words needed action. This was actually the third time this week that he had gotten to this point of inebriation. At the end of each session of just mindless consuming, he would vow that this was the last time. Then the next day, that overpowering allure of only to find that deepening, unrelenting urge to drown himself once again. He reached out to door’s handle with a slight sigh of relief. Suddenly, the door began to melt away against the brass frame. The walls started to ooze down into a blurry pile of colors. The last thought Ronigan had before blacking out was a small prayer to God to please help him. This would be the thought that later after he woke up, would finally push him to give the destiny of his life into the hands of a higher power.
December Writing Prompt – And suddenly the door began to melt against the brass frame – Day 16/31
December Writing Prompts
Time to face the pain and accept the facts
An ignored passion does not grow back
Circumstances changed their game
A couple still, just not the same
He lost the spark, she lost the flutter
Friendly strangers left with each other
Pleasant moments they shared before
Fading echoes of something more
With this story they know the end
Speak the truth and don’t pretend
Moving forward was for their best
Still these truths suck life right from their chests
December Writing Prompts – The truth sucked the life out of his chest – Day 3/31
Two blind swimmers in the same pool
Nothing but peace for the moment
They became two from one
A world within a woman
Neighbors who are outgrowing their lot
Chaos will soon take them
The silent bubble will pop
Then showtime for this new act
Destiny awaits them, they have no other choice
Their comfort is drained
A bright and cold world collects them
Tears of terror from their lungs
The moment is subdued by cotton surroundings
Moved from a womb’s warmth into something different
No need to cry now
Mother has calmed these twins with their first embrace
An initial welcome of waiting and absolute love
December Writing Prompts- Destiny awaited, they had no other choice – Day 11/31
Chuck Stadler walked up to the glass doors and forced himself to look outside into the parking lot. He was consumed by fear, standing there as the dark night above him covered the world. He saw only a few remaining parking cars sitting under the slowly dimming overhead lights. Chuck recognized some of them belonging to the employees who decided to remain behind. There was also about a dozen abandoned shopping carts standing motionless, left behind by all the customers who had escaped earlier the night before. Daylight would soon be approaching as the sun would rise. A small patch of fog appeared on the cold glass door as Chuck exhaled a nervous breath over the ‘Visa/MasterCard’ logo. He continued to look outside for movement from the indoor safety of the ‘ Wonder-Mart’ super- store. These next few minutes remaining were truly going to be the hardest part of the day for him. The final minutes before they would arrive. It wasn’t all the days before of store preparation for this eventual onslaught that would soon arrive. Instead it was the silent suspense in anticipating his and possibly everyone else’s possible doom. He hadn’t slept in thirty-six hours. Whatever food was left for anyone in the store to eat was depleted yesterday. He glanced over at store associate Donna in customer service. This was a painful anniversary for her. She lost contact with her whole family last year on this same date. Chuck was somewhat fortunate in this respect, he knew his family was still out there….somewhere. Years ago, before the sickness that consumed what was once an America that he knew, Chuck and many people like him had regular lives. Now life in this newly infected present society, was all about survival and being able to live through the day. Chuck looked back around the store for a final time making sure all the power was on and that all the remaining associates standing around were ready for battle.
As the first beams of sunlight hit the lot, Chuck spots the first group entering the outskirts of the parking lot. Eight of them in total shuffling slowly through the lot towards the store. They knock through some empty carts, immune to the apparent pain. Another group then entered the lot from another direction, their attention being drawn by the lights of the store. The creatures continue to aimlessly walk forward-looking to appease their relentless hunger, to consume and take whatever existed within this “living” building. Another group arrived, then another. The parking lot was now filled with easily over a hundred bodies. Chuck felt his heart race and the back of his neck tingle with dread. A few of them approached the door and began pulling on the handle. The upper glass within the foyer began to buckle. Donna was now looking outside with Chuck, her eyes welling up tears. The doors were holding secure for now, but the weight of the crowd was getting stronger. Chuck took a step back, looked at his watch and took a deep breath. The glass doors weren’t going to hold them out for much longer. Chuck knew what he had to be done to stop them from being outside. It was time to face the nightmare. Chuck smiled at Donna, then proceeded to enter the store’s foyer to unlock the doors.
“Good morning! Welcome to Wonder-Mart, Come on in folks!” Chuck bellowed out to the rushing crowd with a forced smile on his face. It didn’t really matter what Chuck said to them, considering half the crowd forced themselves past him to rush into the store. The early morning shoppers were here and nothing was going to stop them from consuming whatever best deals were available to them. Chuck followed the crowd from the rear inside. He looked over at the newly formed line of fifteen people returning merchandise to Donna’s area. She could handle it, Donna was a ten-year veteran of days like this. A large crowd had already surrounded the mountain of specially priced flat screen televisions. They pulled it apart in pieces, like piranhas snacking on a dolphin. Chuck stood and watched them. He shook his head, thought of his wife and kids at home. He couldn’t wait to get home tonight to see them. One of the cashiers called out his name for his first of many price-overrides. The chaotic scavenging of Black Friday was now fully unleashed throughout the building and all the employees were now victims to its full retail insanity. They would all fight to survive, that is at least until the decimated store closed it’s doors for the day promptly at nine o’clock.
December Writing Prompt – Consumed by fear, he stood as still as the dark night above him – Day 8/31