The life us living things reside in is a cruel, cruel, reality... Everyday I see life after life flash before my eyes in a horrid twist of faith. No pleas or cries of mercy could assuage the cold-hearted assassin who tears us apart without a second thought. It was always I who watched from the sidelines; I who cowered in fear, afraid to face the inevitable. And today is my day where I will face our fears. Bunches of us stayed in our usual environment, a cold and dark place which rarely saw the light of day. It was an unsettling abode but it shielded us from the cold-hearted assassin that waited. It protected us until we were brought forth. Brought forth to face our fears. I seemed to be floating, floating and flying blissfully through the air. It was wonderful to feel the light on my skin and the caressing warmth which was so opposite from our original environment. The dream ended far too quickly. The blissful peace that accompanied being brought forth to our killer ended so abruptly that I felt I wanted to perish then and there. But the horrors were just beginning. Rather than floating and flying freely I was now falling. The ground was coming to meet me far too quickly. The screams of the others were muted to me. My own terror was too overwhelming. And then we landed. Oh, how I longed to be dead at that moment! Oh, how I longed to be blinded so I could not see the terribly bruised bodies of the others I have grown up with! Why could the seed of our being not end my miserable life now? Apparently, I had another fate awaiting me. The thing that I had been afraid to face was now occurring before me. Another of our kind was plucked from the ground. The screams started. The pleas progressed. I could only stare in a morbid fascination, witnessing the thing that would eventually happen to me. The victim was bruised badly from the landing. The assassin which held the pitiful form in its grip paid no attention, showed no pity. I prayed that the poor thing would be put out of its misery. The assassin would not allow that. The screams became defeaning when it was revealed how the victim would be murdered. The assassin started from the bottom, carefully picking and prising at the delicate skin of the victim. Only when reality came crashing down on the victim did he begin to scream too. The skin was picked off cleanly, piece by piece. It was unnerving how easily the skin peeled off from the poor body. When the torture was done all that was left of the victim was a fleshy form of his former self. And then the victim was slowly rising towards a gaping, dark opening... I admit that I looked away at that point. The burning sun that was roasting my already bruised skin was driving me mad. Witnessing yet another slaughter would undoubtedly push me over the edge. I blocked out everything around me, praying that it would end already... I heard the screams from the others too late. Perhaps if I had not been cowering I would've been prepared for the inevitable. Instead, I was frozen in fear and panic; unable to comprehend what was happening. Not even the pain from the skin being pulled off of me could remove the haze which clouded my thoughts, which prevented me of using reason to escape. ...And I suppose my final good byes begin here. I see the gaping tunnel which will lead to the end of my existence. Regrets I have none for this is inevitable for all... ~•~•~•~•***•~•~•~•~ "Damn, I hate this job." Stu looked at his disgruntled partner and gave him a friendly pat on the back. "Don't worry your head about it," said Stu, "Remember what you said? Three more years of cleaning up after these filthy zoo animals we'll be vacationing in Hawaii." Stu's partner rolled his eyes and slipped on his gloves. Stu picked up a plastic bucket and opened up the door to the animals' exhibit. "Alright, feeding time's over!" Stu yelled. "Get on and play!" The animals obeyed without much protest. Stu's partner looked at Stu incredulously. "Well, I'll be damned. If I didn't know better I'd say you're half monkey! It's a wonder how those apes listen to you." Stu shook his head. "Just get over here and help me." Stu's partner walked over and helped Stu pick up the discarded banana peels. Stu picked up the bucket which was filled to the brim with yellow fruit skins, most of which were badly bruised. "I'll meet you back at the office," said Stu. As Stu's partner followed he almost slipped on a forgotten banana peel. He picked up the mangled peel in his gloved hand. As he looked at it he felt disgusted. But there was another feeling he couldn't quite place...pity? He laughed at himself. Who could ever feel pity for a banana? And into the trash that lonely banana peel went... That place that is inevitable for all...
Where I came up with it Well, every morning we have to do a journal and one journal was a free day where you can write whatever. So I used that to my advantage to create 'The Death of a...'. Don't ask how I came up with it. I really won't have an answer. It could be something from my past which I can't recall or I could just have a very messed up/demented mind. I'll go with the latter.