Short Story's I Wrote

3- The Helpless Creature

Hands crept from the deep waters of Lake Ace. The skin an awful green the color seaweed. The nails were caked in black dirt. Arms followed the hands pushing, reaching, pulling, and falling. Again they go pushing, reaching, pulling, and falling. Never moving forward or backwards.

Never quite reaching its destination. The waves crashing against the rocks, against the monster pulling it into its claws of death. It just wants to escape the waves,just the waves, anywhere but the waves of the ocean is a safe place. The stench of fear fills the air making the monster even more scared. A head forms after the arms, slowly taking shape. Eyes are formed clearer and brighter then the most shiniest crystal.

Hair softer than any fur. Skin as green as the depths of Lake Ace. Black lids forming over the eyes making them looked hollowed and tired. A nose broken too many times to count takes shape in between the eyes. It tried again pushing, reaching, pulling and falling. But each time it has more strength then it did before.

The night sky as black as the darkest black. The stars winking in the light giving the monster no help. The moon smiling down giving the monster courage and strength. A neck and shoulders form after the head. The skin even more green looking than before. The waves collide against the monster dragging the monster down into the darkness depths.

Seaweed latched onto it's shoulders like leeches. It struggled pushing, pulling, reaching, and falling. Hope dying as quick as it came. The eyes of the monster move around looking, searching, scanning, for signs of help. The plants turn their leafy heads away in disgust of the monster. A torso and legs form after the shoulders. The nails on each toe on the monsters feet were as black as a black hole. The skin turning even greener.

Again the monster tries pushing, pulling, reaching, falling. He starts to feel the water crashing on his back, the wind in his face, the dirt under his hands. Everything has a certain smell making the monster crazy. He tried again and succeeds. He pulls up on to the cliff and wobbles but stays standing.

He breathes drawing air into his unused lungs. Exhaling it making it come out as smoke. His victory is short-lived. He gets thrown against the cliff and back into the water. Going deeper and deeper into the dark. He struggles, he wants to go back to the cliff, the air, the wind, the plants. The water won't let him, it wants to keep him in the dark. But he doesn't want to be in the dark anymore. He has seen the life and felt the wind. He wants that forever not just for a moment.

He fights against the water and wins,slowly he begins his climb to the cliff. His strength not failing him. He reaches the top and breathes in.

"Thank you." He mutters to the night.