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My Beacon of Hope.

March 30th 2008 19:09

Category: Tall Tales n Lies

Deperately Cold Man

Man, I have got to tell you this weird story about what happened to me last Thursday; it was grave dark and cold outside that afternoon. Really, it was colder an darker than a three dollar hookers’ heart on a two dollar discount night, I mean to say; it was damn cold ~ really, and an ice fog that crept in silently had enveloped me so completely I felt like I was being choked, crap. And, to top it off; I was hoofing it, alone, in bear country, down a long stretch of nasty highway in between somewhere and nowhere. Welcome to another @#$! winter in Alaska I had uttered out loud to no one in particular.

The motorized piece of bailing wire and rubber that I always laughingly referred to as a pickup truck, had just lost a head butting contest with a pissed off moose, then rolled over and died. Phfftt, gone, just like that! No ceremony, nada, nothing, just gone the way of the Alaskan goony bird and the little dicky penguin’s.

When it (the truck) died, I started braille walking back towards what I hoped would be town and my much cherished oasis of salvation, the nearest bar. The situations imperative seemed to be, preserving by pickling, my remaining shred of sanity. I salvaged a half eaten candy bar, a three day old cup of java with a short beard, a semi working lighter and a couple of long unfinished butts I’d started smoking earlier, before I remembered that I was quitting.

Thus fortified, I trudged off into the future, up or down the highway, hoping only to survive.

I had been smoking the longest of the short smokes that I had in my possession, when the black out and fog had finally ingested me completely; plodding along as only a frozen lost man can do, I spotted a pale dim light which became my beacon of hope.

Cursing the cold for good measure, I quickened my pace, puffing deeply on the ever shortening butt cupped in my hand. Shortly the light seemed to have disappeared, “what the…??” The damn fog and dark were killing my efforts to even tell which way I was headed. The highway seemed to be beneath my feet alright, I could feel and smell it; but I damn sure couldn’t see it. Things were getting bad….. Whoa, there was that light again. I followed that dim light for what seemed like hours, until down to my last smoke, I stepped out into a patch of ice fog free air and nearly onto the driveway of a pub. Sweet Jesus, I’d just been redeemed from a fate worse than death.

But, puzzled, I couldn’t see the dim light that had been faithfully guiding my steps through the ice fog any longer; I drew heavily on the last of my smoke and marveled a bit at the warm orange glow contained in the cup of my hand, just before throwing it away. Where the hell did that light go?

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Raven

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Comment by katyzzz

March 30th 2008 21:33

Photography Tips
MS Paint Art

You'd beta, because I don't believe a word of it, but I've got to hand it to you, you tell a good story along with other things, congrats on seeking the light and taking up religion.

I shall pray for your soul my son, you do have one, don't you? don't want to waste the incantations.

Didn't this belong in paranormal, paranormal, along with other terrestrial beastials, commonly known as OTBs not those other things, like flying cups and saucers and the cow jumping over the moon?

Comment by tlcorbin

March 30th 2008 21:54

Coffee Quip

It was an emotional decision katyzzz, that may haunt me forever. Raven

Comment by Tracy

March 30th 2008 22:12

Movies and Life

Creepy stuff, Raven....

Comment by tlcorbin

March 30th 2008 22:55

Coffee Quip

Which part was creepy? The fact I'd been following the glow from my smoldering cigarette or the loss of direction and visibility? White outs really are common and we truly do have wild beast roaming the range. But, hallelujah, no snakes, zip, nada, none and nothing in the way slithering critters.

Well, there are the politicians. . .

Anyway Tracy, no alarm need be taken, it's just an Alaskan whiling away some spare time with a story. Raven

Comment by katyzzz

March 30th 2008 23:37

Photography Tips
MS Paint Art

Emotion, my boot, Raven does not know what emotion is, except for love for his wife, that is.

Comment by Tracy

March 30th 2008 23:49

Movies and Life

I'm a scaredy cat, Raven. During your story I was imaging all sorts of creatures that could be out there...

Comment by Kleonaptra

March 30th 2008 23:56

Kalikapsychosis

Great story Raven! See why you cant quit....

And for Tracy, Oh, thats what makes being out in the dark so much fun!

Comment by tlcorbin

March 31st 2008 00:05

Coffee Quip

But it is a start katyzzz, and I am working on the rest of the stuff, y'know-as I get around to it.

Oh Tracy, I didn't know, I should've left a flashlight for you and would have if I'd known it would help you feel secure to be able to see a bear coming your way from 2 meters out or less.

Hiya Kleo, thanks. That is exactly why being out in the dark is fun and why, I feel secure in it.

I'm glad you guys appreciate my story. Raven

Comment by Tracy

March 31st 2008 00:34

Movies and Life

Thanks, Raven, a torch would've helped...I'm such a wimp...

Hi Kleo, I'm too much of a lightweight for that sort of fun!

Comment by tlcorbin

March 31st 2008 03:54

Coffee Quip

Great, now everyone go outside and stir up your imaginations by setting blindfolded in the elements for while: it'll really deliver a cornucopia of sensual experiences. Best if carried out with a close friend-eh, even spouses will do, hahahaha. Raven

Comment by Michaelie

March 31st 2008 06:06

Flick Wit

HAHAHA

Oh great tale, Raven. Your descriptive phraseology is fantastic and bloody funny!

Mich

Comment by tlcorbin

March 31st 2008 07:44

Coffee Quip

Thank you Michaelie, I love to entertain. Raven

Comment by Kleonaptra

April 1st 2008 02:19

Kalikapsychosis

Ive always felt secure in the dark too Raven....Humans are supposed to have an instinctual fear of the dark. I think that means we're not human.

Comment by tlcorbin

April 1st 2008 04:24

Coffee Quip

Or, perhaps kleo, it was less frightening than those monsters of the light.

During a scary coal black night in Vietnam, in 1965, I was doing some recon northwest of Danang and was close enough to the enemy that one nearly stepped on my face; I thought for sure that they would hear my heart pounding, well that and I thought I was going to need to change my underwear. War memories of a Marine.

Raven

Comment by Kleonaptra

April 1st 2008 23:18

Kalikapsychosis

Whoa!
That a terrifying one Raven....Ive hidden myself and thought similar things but at least I wasnt hiding from people with guns.....Of course that means I didnt get one either.

Theres a slim chance you might have known my Dad....

Comment by tlcorbin

April 1st 2008 23:50

Coffee Quip

In a sense kleo, maybe I do.... Nothing comes from nothing, as I see things, there are usually root causes to fear; and it is a survival tool. But, sometimes even those survival skills and tools will turn on us, like a viper in the night. Raven

Comment by Kleonaptra

April 2nd 2008 03:32

Kalikapsychosis

I just mean he was in Vietnam too. I know, just cos you were both there doesnt mean you knew each other, but Im a big believer in the impossible.

Comment by tlcorbin

April 2nd 2008 04:30

Coffee Quip

Actually, it could be possible kleo, the few Aussies I dealt with were medic's; remember, I too believe in the impossible. Raven

Comment by Kleonaptra

April 2nd 2008 12:39

Kalikapsychosis

Dont think he was, but I'll ask him for more details. He hangs around here sometimes, as 'Ancient Warrior'
Fitting huh?

Comment by tlcorbin

April 2nd 2008 15:58

Coffee Quip

Yeah, it is kleo. Raven

Comment by Ash

April 9th 2008 12:34

Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories

Hiya Raven

GREAT storytelling! I love it!

I hope your face wasn`t frostbitten like mine is feeling today after a day out in the cccccccold!

Happy wandering

Ash