Five-Hundred Word Challenge 556: Eyes Scream

There’s a lot of land to cover, but my eyes are screaming for a little bit of distance.

They want to eject themselves from my face and get away and sit in a corner for a while.

They just want to go away and be a little quiet and leave it all to be. There’s a lot of distance to cover and my eyes are screaming to break away from it all. They need a little reprieve, and having the lids blanket them for a period of hours at  a time is not covering it, as far as they’re concerned.

That all said, they want to break away and they scream and gnash, but this is something that they cannot escape and unfortunately it is something that they need to face. The sweeping views of vegetation and fire caressing that vegetation is almost too much to bear. Beads of sweat are pouring down as the inner turmoil about the tragedy and the impending demise kicks into high gear and the only way out is up and over, but there is no real telling as to how long that would all take.

Still, this is a situation that must be avoided, my eyes are screaming, they are screaming at me to turn around and run and in this particular junction in time and space I am powerless to resist.

I turn around and move as fast as I can.

The earth is hard under my feet. It is uneven and the surface seems to change continuously, but it remains firm and so long as I keep on looking at where I am going, then I should be fine.

I move and the beat of my heart seems to become invisible. I feel as though I have left my body despite my clearly being anchored to the physical plane of reality.

Despite all my running it seems as though escape may not be possible. The flames seem to always be moving as quickly as I seem to be moving.

Wind can be felt, blowing in a direction away from where I am moving. Hopefully the flames are slowing down, or at least being pushed into another direction.

My skin seems to want to burst open. The warmth stings, but I need to keep on moving.

I need to be going down and not up. There is neither occurring, but I need to find a way to avoid the mountains, but my body is overriding this suggesting and telling me to just keep on moving. It is telling me that once I hit the mountains, I need to go up. I need to go up despite that putting me at a disadvantage.

And as such I am unable to resist and keep on moving. My eyes are screaming. My skin stings.

And the scenery burns and tries to catch up, but I keep on moving. I hear the sounds of machinery working to save the forest, but I have to keep on moving.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:07:12

This started off kind of odd. Then it kind of normalised. Then… I don’t know.

Maybe not enough coffee or sleep.

Written at work.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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