Hickory Men

[johnwalkeasy]

This night could not have been better. The cool night June air. The smell of the tall Georgia pines. And this clean and flat dirt road that seems to go for miles deep into the vast Georgia woods.
A night that finds myseft, Jimmy and Ronnie with 3 girls we picked up on Peachtree St.
Don,t know the name of the girl That's sitting beside me as I drive my car slowly down this dirt road. I guess I don't care what her name is. Won't see her again after tonight. We'll all do what we droved down here to do. And then we'll take them back to where we picked them up at.
Never been on this old dirt road before. There's a lot of dirt roads in Georgia. A lot of woods.
This one seems a little differnt than the many dirt roads we've been on before. Don,t seem to be a place to pull over a little. And there don,t seem to be a place to trun around.
Ofcourse most all dirt roads in Georgia are tractor roads. They lead to crop fields that are deep in the woods. So we'll come to a field sonner or later.
Well I just stoped. This chick next to me is fine. And we'll just get out of the car and take a little walk. So we find our sefts walking up the dirt road.
And I think she don,t care what my name is either. We both know what we're here for. Names don't matter.
What's that? she saids. There's somthing there. I said don't worry, It's a bobcat or somthing. Then I kissed her. And in an instant she was gone.
I stood there wondering what had just happen.
Somthing had come out of the woods and grabed her fast. I jumped into the woods. Somthing jumped on me. I fought it off. But it bit the hell out of me.
Then I could see what was left of her body. A little flesh and a lot of blood.
At that monment I seen this thing. It,s about 3ft. tall. It's legs and arms are nothing but sticks. Real sticks. Wooded sticks. Everything about it was sticks. Stick hands, stick feet. It's head was of a 1000 little sticks. Holes where eye should be. Sticks like daggers for teeth.
It stood there looking at me. It had killed her and bit me. Now I,m waiting for it to jump at me. But it jumps away.
I run back to the car. But I can,t seem to get there. I fall on the dirt road.
Somthing is happening to me. I'm changing. Truning to wood.
Turning into a stick thing. I rise. I am a Hickory man. I walk up to the car.
Someone inside saids, What's that.

[Erika Takacs]

Awesome, John, as usual, I always enjoy your little stories, they're always full of surprises and suspense and they leave the reader in suspense. Keep them coming!

[wave3496]

Whoa. Very mysterious and awesome. Wish I could do that

I don't want to throw off the whole writing train, so here goes nothing...

They say that right before you die the highlights of your life flash before your eyes. You're supposed to see the people and events that changed your life the most. You know, The first time you rode a bike, or the face of the guy you had the biggest crush on in the fifth grade. Things like that.
But as cool as all that stuff sounds, none of it actually happens.
You see, when someone's got a gun pressed right up against your skull, you don't see your dad's smile or smell your grandma's perfume. All you can think is Oh. My. God. I'm going to die. You feel powerless and scared, and there are none of these nice little flashbacks to make you feel better. You're completely alone, except for the psychopath who wants to kill you.
Or at least, that was my expierience. I don't know, maybe it's different for other people. Maybe some people do have a flashback session. All I can remember is being paralyzed with fear, up until the point the guy pulled the trigger and I blacked out.