An Opinionated Man issued a challenge on his HarsH ReaLiTy blog today. He wants bloggers to write in a different style than normal. You can read about the challenge here.
The clammering on the other side of the door grew louder. The window would only open part way, the jamb was stuck. She looked around the bathroom for something to force it open. The cabinet was filled with hair products, nothing useful. But under the sink there was an old curling iron and a wooden handled toilet plunger. Climbing back onto the toilet, she wedged the curling iron into the side of the window and pulled up. It moved a bit and she worked her way back and forth, slowly opening the window enough to climb out. Head first, she held the curling iron in front of her as she worked her way onto the roof. She didn’t think they could get up there but couldn’t take a chance.
Bracing herself against the wall outside the window, she peered around the edge. They were down there. A lot of them too.
How they were doing what they were doing, she had no idea. All she knew was they absorbed any living tissue they came into contact with and she wasn’t going to be one of them. Laying flat she wormed her way up to the top of the roof and looked over. They weren’t on this side. She worked her way down and lay horizontal looking at the drop to the ground. She was going to have to move quickly. Slowly, she eased her feet then legs over the side of the house and dropped to the sand. Crouching, she listened, her senses heightened. She could hear them on the other side of the house. To her right was the woods, to her left, the driveway and straight ahead, the ocean.
She crawled straight to the ocean, figuring she could stay close to the beach, that the water and salt will keep them from sucking her up too. The waves were lapping the shore but all she could hear was the sound of her family being sucked into oblivion. Who would have thought something so ordinary would take over the world. Using her hands to pull herself along, she tried to figure out what the best plan of action would be. When she looked over to the houses along the beach, she could see more of them outside. It was the weirdest thing, she felt like they were communicating in some way with each other.
She was starting to get tired when she saw a jeep parked up by the road, the driver door open. If she could get up there, maybe she could use the jeep to get away. Shimmying her way out of the ocean and across the sand, she felt wet and cold but elated by the chance of escape. She worked her way to the steps leading up to the jeep and lifted her head up to look. They were still gathered over by the houses. Jumping up, she quickly ran to the jeep and hopped inside, slamming the door behind her and turning the key in the ignition. It started right up and she started to shift when she heard a humming behind her. Turning to look, her eyes grew wide. “That’s it” she thought, “I’m done for.” It wasn’t a Hoover, Dyson, Shark, Bissell, or Eureka. It was an Oreck that took her to the other side. A damn Oreck.