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Red Death; A short story.
Topic Started: 6th May 2010 - 01:51 PM (183 Views)
Feraligatr
I will start this horrific tale with some simple facts, as I lay on my death bed in such insufferable pain. I was born in Boston; roughly 34 years ago, and brought up to a carpenter and a maid. For 27 years I lived a rather simple existence, going to college for engineering and biological science; it appears such choices lead me to this horrifying end. In the summer of 1967 that the government contacted me, they were interested in me being part of a nearly impossible task; travel to mars, this very much excited me at the time and thus I agreed to it. In 1972 from January to march, I spent my days in a small spacecraft, the Mark V Zeus lander; the governments holy grail of science. My present condition starts on the 25th of march, in which we successfully landed on mars; a brilliant and perfect operation as it happened to occur at the time. The latter, however, was not true today I must add. During the day on the 25th, we came upon a strange gas venting out of a small cave; which we were ordered to take a sample of, this we did without incident. During the rest of the walk, we mostly took photos and collected rock samples; a simple task. Then on the 28th, the last day of the exploration; my companion, Marisa Brown, started to behave quite strangely, taking rests much more commonly; this I noted and continued the walk. The flight back was where things got much worse, Marisa developed a fever and started to lose much of her energy; barely able to control the lander. Thus I switched with her and controlled the scientific marvel, I enjoyed this very much, in fact it is the last great joy I can remember. The next memorable day was the 20th of June, we had the earth in our close future; this is the day in which Marisa's condition got much worse, gaining the symptoms of an intolerable head ache and psychosis. I was required to tie my companion down; as she attempted to assault me with on board equipment, this I thwarted easily against my weakened opponent. On the 23rd of June, we landed into the sea, being picked up by a naval fleet in the Atlantic. Being outdoors for the first time in three months was enjoyable, the thought of what could be infecting my dear companion was quite horrifying I must admit. Marisa was contained in a secure location for the next three months, in which she died quite savagely and slowly; this is all I know of her death. The rest of the year went by quite fast for me, not enjoyable with the thoughts of what happened to Marisa lurking ever so horribly in my consciousness. It was the spring of 74, I was spending my days working with the government on the space program, my co-workers noticed a lag in my mental status and loss of energy. I simply passed this off as a common cold, and continued to work. As two weeks went by without my condition improving, I was sent to a naval hospital in Jacksonville; the hospital at which my companion died. At this point I became convinced I was dying the same fate as my companion, later confirmed as the list of symptoms grew. The doctors seemed eerily distraught by my condition, and attempted outlandish procedures to try and find any clearing in this miserable storm. As this year comes closer to the end, I fear that I will not last; my ailment is far from being cured, and my symptoms slowly and painfully grow. Even now, as I write this; my legs are cursed with this unbearable pain, my skin is covered in boils, my lungs are slowly failing, and my brain is dying ever so slowly, memories of my childhood gone in a brutal flash. And as death slowly creeps closer to my soul, I will forever more regret walking on that savage wasteland and inhaling those horrifying gases. My hand is weak, my brain is tired, and my lungs are all but working; and thus I must bid you farewell, and with all of my lasting life, I will forever hope that no one else goes on that darned red planet.
Edited by Feraligatr, 6th May 2010 - 03:51 PM.
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Thats the unedited version, it'll be looked over later and some of it will be slightly edited to correct things.

Anyway, my attempt at a story in the style of H.P. lovecraft, I think I did quite decent to be honest. But of course thats just my opinion, I'd love to hear other opinions on it.

22 long sentences, roughly around 8-12 paragraphs, took two hours of work to make.
Edited by Feraligatr, 6th May 2010 - 01:56 PM.
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