WARNING: COUPLE SWEAR WORDS, INCLUDING ONE F-BOMB.
Hi Everyone,
So I know I'm making the typical newbie mistake and jumping right in, whoring for crits. For that, I apologize. I'm simply looking to finally jump into the query-shark infested waters and start subbing this beast. As such, any info offered is both valued and appreciated. I'll do some perusin' and return the favor "soonly."
Thanks in advance.
Adam
“There, much is granted which is here denied to human senses; in that gracious spot made for mankind, such virtue doth reside.”
~Dante Alighieri--The Divine Comedy
One
Theo Adams crossed the reef, still unable to stand head above water. No matter, he’d been under twenty-four days this time. Another minute without air wouldn’t kill him.
A crab scampered across his foot and stirred up a sand cloud. Theo trudged forward, kelp squishing between his toes. Much as he loved the underwater world, he was eager for its counterpart’s charms. Ah, starting with that; air hit his scalp, eyelids, cheeks, its feel crisp. Welcoming. Eyes closed, he stopped at waist-deep and spread his arms.
Gulls squealed in the distance. Mellow waves met the earth. People? He tilted his head and focused.
Dude, check it out. There’s a guy out there. Where’d he come from?
From the sounds of their thoughts, they were nearby. Had he miscalculated the landing?
What’s he doin’, man? Trippy ****. Pass the joint, Bogart.
He grinned. They were young and stoned. An ideal combination for explaining the seemingly unexplainable.
Theo sucked in the briny atmosphere and bowed his head to stabilize the euphoria. Brilliant colors and cleansing static spun in his brain. Hands down, this was the best part of the adjustment--like getting drunk on clarity. He steadied his breathing and opened his eyes. Rain clouds stitched together a gloomy sky. A towering cliff wall stretched infinitely, north to south. He waded to shore and gathered equilibrium atop the gritty earth, then strolled over and joined the three long-haired, poncho-wearing teenage boys. Surrounding a bonfire, they were the only ones on the otherwise desolate beach. And they stared at him in silent awe.
“Bro,” one of them said. Mouth hung open, he scanned Theo up and down. “You’re, like, naked, man.”
One of his buddies punched the kid’s arm. “Yeah, I think he knows that, dumbass. Want him to think we’re ****in’ retards?” The buddy turned to Theo. “Hi. My--name--is--Ron. Do you come in peace?”
Aliens? Original. If youth was the future of the planet, it was doomed.


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