"Off the record-- I must admit something to you."
A fire roars beside the two men.
Cozy cabin walls surround them.
Their glasses in hands and cigars in their mouths, trust canines laying besides each man.
"What is it?"
The other man glances up from a book towards the man.
"Things scare me."
The other man scoffs.
"Things scare all of us, William, its--"
"--no, no" the man interupts
"THINGS scare me."
A moment of what can only be described as the opposite of unity and understanding pass.
"Errr... okay."
The other man puts his book down, takes a sip of his drink and a long puff from his cigar.
"Maybe... it would help if you- talked to me. About what things are scaring you..."
Embers from the fire burn beside them, the only sound is the crackling of the burning wood.
"Slit throats. On my enemies and friends."
The other man raises his eyebrow, shocked at The mans response.
"Blood red skies-- demonic figures roaming the horizon... black lightning and dead trees."
The other man, still unsure what to say stays quiet.
"I fear for the man in the suit. I fear for the worker in the factory. I fear for the farmers. I fear for the intelectuals. I fear for them all! Their fates are sealed, friend. The dragons of the underworld are released through open, flaming gates! WE CANNOT SURVIVE!!!"
The man begins to sweat and scream as he stands from his chair, The anxious dogs flee to the far side of the cabin.
"THE TICKS FEED OFF OF US, FRIEND!! THE DEVIL KNOWS US! HE KNOWS YOU! ME!"
the mans screaming can be heard far from the cabin, as it echoes through the snow filled valley.
"THERE IS NO ESCAPE!"
The man throws his glass to the wooden floors, it shatters into a million pieces.
"WHAT DO I DO? WHERE DO I HIDE FROM SUCH 'THINGS'??..."
"Help me escape this hell!"
The man says a bit quiter.
Finnaly. Silence.
A moment that feels like eternity passes.
"Well..."
The other man says.
"Maybe- William... it would help if you didn't talk to me about those things."
The other man takes another sip from his glass and calmly returns to his book.
"Maybe you're right."
The man says, sitting back down.
He glares towards the broken glass.
"I need a new cup.."
The other man sighs.
"In the kitchen." He responds mundanely
"Yeah, ill get it."
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letters assembled.
RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
