THE DIARY OF A PERVERTED CELIBATE VIII by Japheth J Omojuwa
They disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared. I felt like I was sweating but I wasn’t. I couldn’t. I was so afraid. Very afraid . I’d rather find myself in a mass of burning sulphur than go through what my spirit feared would be a long journey to the city of torment. I looked around and all I could see was an expanse of what looked like a carefully designed landscape. No undulations, a perfect flat land. At the end of the horizon, I saw what looked like a city because there I could see light. I walked, I walked faster, I ran, I ran faster, I ran even faster but it looked like I was running away from the city. I stopped and it looked like I moved farther from the city. I did what a rational spirit would do in my situation. If running towards it takes me farther from it, running away from it would take me closer. So I took a 180 degree turn and ran as fast as I could. I ran and thought I was going to fly but I could not fly. I could not feel my weight so I knew I was faster than any man could run. I tried to ask myself if I was still sane but the thoughts disappeared as soon as they came. I stopped to see if I was making progress. I turned my head and thought I was getting closer so that encouraged me to keep running away from the city. When I turned to start a new race, I saw them again. This time they appeared to be dressed in blood. They stood there, motionless. If they did not see me the last time around, this time they all had their eyes on me. It did not feel like a million people were looking at me, it felt like one man was looking at me through a million eyes. When I looked into the eyes of one, I could see them all at the same time. I wish they could just kill me immediately because I was being tormented by the sight. I turned to run towards the city of light. It was ok to run towards the city and be farther from it as long as I was not anywhere near these soul tormentors. I ran even faster than before. I stopped to see how far from them I was. When I turned my face, I felt a burning sensation. Right before my eyes, looking into my eyes like I was going to be swallowed was this face of torment. I wanted to fall on the ground but I could not. The face held my face like some magnetic force. I turned to look elsewhere but I was seeing the same thing. I shouted but I could not hear myself except within me. I closed my eyes and that seemed to work because before I opened it again they were not any where close to me again. If I could die, I would have died a thousand times today. Today? I had no understanding of time and I knew time was not an issue here. They are coming again. Flying towards me like a million jet fighters projected to the same spot. Just as they were about to hit me, they went through me, all at the same time. I did not feel anything. They went through me at the same time but I could not understand how that number of creatures could go through me like they were one. I could see the anger in their eyes like they had not expected that they’d go through me. Now it looks like that got me into more trouble with them because all I could see on their faces was fury in the form of fire. It appears there will be a second death for me. PS: What do you think of the story so far. Please don’t just read, find time to drop your comments and let’s enjoy the thrill together. It is more fun that way. Cheers. Japheth J Omojuwa you can follow me on twitter @omojuwa . cheers. I hope you are loving it.
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