Travis Besecker's Blog: Apocalypse Coming, page 24
October 15, 2012
Mine’s the little one whose ass nearly comes over his head...
Mine’s the little one whose ass nearly comes over his head after getting fouled for scoring the first goal…
Bitter? Who me? Never.
TMJ
Typo?
I try to sleep more than 2 hours & I’m waking up with my teeth in excruciating pain. My teeth. Pound my head against the wall pain too. Alcohol and pain killers bad.
There’s a blowjob joke in there somewhere but my jaw aches too much to care.
I need a mouth guard or good narcotics.
October 12, 2012
Halloween...
In honor of Halloween this month, I’m going to be posting some excerpts from the upcoming “Harnessing the Spark” - enjoy…
Prologue
I let out my breath and slowly moved the crosshairs until the mangled mop on the creature’s head creeped into my line of sight. I watched as it continued feeding on one of my fallen team members. The creature was pressing its face into the stomach of Jenkin’s and writhing back and forth as if it were trying to climb through him mouth first. From this distance, I wouldn’t have to adjust my aim, I’d only have to squeeze and watch the fireworks. I stared into the scope’s black abyss and focused on the perfect circle of activity 20 yards away as if I were watching a movie through a keyhole. For a moment I felt like a voyeur peeping in on an intimate act. As soon as the creature lifted it’s head and I saw the blood covered lower jaw, the reality of the situation swam back to the surface of my brain. The creature looked directly at me through the crosshairs. I knew the blank eyes weren’t actually registering my intrusion, nonetheless it was unsettling. I let out another breath and slowly squeezed the trigger.
The crack of the rifle was sharp in my ear as it kicked up and away from the target. The creature was close enough I caught a glimpse of the explosion on impact just as the crosshairs rose high and to the right. The kick was momentary however and in a split second I returned to the show… in just enough time to see the top of the creature’s head disappear in a spray of red liquid and darker, thicker things. The creature paused for a moment, caught in time, before it slumped back and fell out of sight, the last echo of the shot still reverberating on the wind.
I had only known Jenkins for a few days. He seemed nice enough; quiet, didn’t say much. He was part of my team though. That made him family. Every time we stepped into the shit, the team became closer than high school sweethearts. In those moments when you depended on each other, your life in their hands, theirs in yours, a bond was forged that couldn’t be explained or denied. No one tried, we just wrapped it around us for those few minutes and pretended we weren’t walking directly into hell. A small comfort and yeah, maybe it was only for a few minutes, but it was something… and at times like these, something was all we had.
“You got him, Elphie” crackled over the radio. I think it was Thompson, but I couldn’t tell. There were quite a few new members to the team and I couldn’t keep them all straight. I didn’t bother a reply, I just gathered my gear and started climbing over the rock wall I had been using as cover.
The sun shined down hot on my black tactical jacket and I immediately remembered how much I hated the Tennessee midday. I would prefer shorts, a tank top and a pair of All Stars in this heat, but that outfit had been traded in a long time ago on steel toed boots, black cargo pants, black t-shirt and kevlar. Not to mention about 30 pounds of gear and ammo.
“How do you do it Elphie?” Spider asked as he jumped down from a ledge on my left. ”I mean, doesn’t it phase you? Killing a kid like that?” He hurried a little to catch up to my side.
“I don’t think of it like a child. They’re all creatures to me, undead, ghouls… or zombies… whatever, as long as I think about’em like marks I can do my job. As soon as you start thinking about them like what they were and not what they are, you hesitate.” I kept walking, Spider would keep up. His legs were at least a foot longer than mine. He stood 6’ tall and towered over my 5’ 3” frame. I was used to being the shortest one in the room so I usually made up for it with my attitude and general bitchiness. “You hesitate, Spider, and you die. Period.”
Spider was tall, dark and handsome. He knew it too, which was the problem for me. Sure, he was cute and all. Hell, he was ruggedly handsome, but that doesn’t mean shit in my book. I’ve always been the “not available” type. Even when I am. Any guy who tries to be nice, has always been just another creep trying to get in my pants. Prudish? Who, me? I’ve always seen myself as undesirable so when someone tries to flirt, I assume the worst. Fight or flight maybe, I don’t know. My brother, Nick, always said it was my inability to accept that I was a hottie deep down. I think he was just trying to be nice. Regardless, it’s weird to have your brother refer to you as a “hottie”, but he always meant it in the nicest way. Besides, we’re twins, so I think he wanted me to think I was as pretty as he thought he was. Sorry, I’ve always seen my own glass as half empty. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m more of a “Hey, who the fuck drank half my Guinness?” kinda girl.
Spider and I made our way down the ravine toward Jenkin’s body. Stepping over the rocks, being careful to maintain my footing, I spied a hand peaking out from between the rocks. I stepped over it and kept moving forward. Being eidetic, the still frame of the slumped hand played over and over in my head and I slipped away from reality. Spider’s voice became mumbled as I focused on the image in front of my mind’s eye.
Obviously a male hand, bending at the wrist and angling to the right. The thumb appeared closest to me meaning it was his left hand. Nails were dirty and chipped on the fingers that still contained them. Index finger degloved at the knuckle, bone stripped and bleached by the southern sun. The skin already drying in the heat like a raisin left to mummify under the toaster. A ring hung from the fourth digit under the dehydrated flesh, spun under so that the stone rested out of sight near his palm. The single frame of memory didn’t allow me to tell anything more than it was a stone of sorts. I stopped mid step and turned on my heel to go back.
“…I’m just saying, I think we need professional sports for morale if anything - are you even listening to me? What the fuck Elphie, where are you going?” Spider continued as he looked up in time to see me walking past him back the way we’d just come. He turned and started after me.
“Sorry. No, I’m not listening to you. I never listen to you so don’t take it personal.” I reached the hand and knelt to take a better look. First, slowly turning the hand to see the ring. There was something about the ring… as soon as I turned the hand over to see the onyx stone, memories came flooding back.
October 10, 2012
October 6, 2012
Shira Heartwork...
Please check out her artwork… I have personal favorites but I’m not telling yet I hope to have this on my office wall by Christmas…
I guess by definition that’s kind of what a blog is anyway.
The holiday season is almost upon us. I know this because I already see Christmas decorations adorning places like Macy’s and Walgreens. I’m here to talk about some great gift ideas, made by yours truly!
Here are some of the awesome things I can make for you or your loved ones:
1. Paintings (Acrylic on canvas)
2. Custom painted TOMS shoes (Also I can do Chuck Taylors, Vans…any cloth shoe will work)
3. Knitted scarves
4. Jewelry (bracelets and earrings)
All you have to do is visit my Etsy or contact me via email or right here on Tumblr. I have done a lot of custom gifts so if you have an idea but you’re not sure how to make it work, let’s talk about it!
Thank you all for reading and have a wonderful day.
October 5, 2012
Apocalypse Coming
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