Monday, November 16, 2009

Pop Experiment

Katelyn and I have challenged ourselves! And we're documenting our misery for your entertainment! Be sure to check it out at
Hope you enjoy! :)

Jamie's Story Part 2

So far, death is surprisingly relaxing, the only thing I'm not loving is the cold. I guess that BS they teach you in school about body heat and all that isn't such BS after all. Now that my heart's been still for a couple hours my nice warm life-blood has started to feel more like day old cream of chicken soup...I can't hear much and I wish I could sit and watch the forest life. Seems almost sad that I finally get out of the city for a day and I can't enjoy it much....
I've been down here for at least a day, but I'm not sure maybe its only been a couple hours. Somewhere I can almost hear a mocking voice convincing me its only been a few minutes and the allusion of death is clouding my time perception. If that's true I don't know if I'll make it to my moment of discovery. On second thought, where else can I go? What else can I do? If I go insane down here what happens then? Some sort of cosmic asylum in the sky? As I'm pondering these horrors I hear a voice. Not the drippy invisible voice of my mind, but a real one. A voice so real it seems I could reach out and touch it. Now, footsteps, they're so close I can feel the dirt shift around me. My need consumes me so completely that I see red, until suddenly I hear the voice again and I recognize it as a child's. My fear of never being found is completely drowned out by the fear of being found by this little boy. I can imagine the terrors of finding a dead body and I'm sure finding my beaten skin would be that much more horrific. If my lungs would work I would be sure that I smell too, maybe that will be enough to keep the boy and his father away but not so much to make them curious. I want to be found, maybe then all this will finally end but not at the cost of a child's nightmares.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Jamie's Story Part 1

Death isn't all that bad really. I always imagined it to feel confining, like I was trapped but actually its quite a freeing sensation. Now that I'm dead I'm finally free from this crazy world that we, well you, live in...Free from the drama, free from the stress, free from the violence and finally free from the crime.
Lying here dead I can't help but wonder who will be at my funeral. Nothing better to think about I guess, but the image of a shining casket surrounded by flowers is practically ingrained in me as I watch the dirt fall. By this time you're probably wondering how I died huh? Well that'll come later for now I'm too distracted by watching my murderer fill in my shallow grave. He can't seem to work fast enough as my eyes are still open and I'm trying my hardest to burn right through his soul with a stare as strong as God Almighty Himself...
...Now that hes finished I can get back to my story, I never was one for violence but when you grow up where I did you don't really have much of a choice. But even with the life I had I never dreamed of ending up like this, buried in some forgotten forest some 20 miles off the highway, waiting for someone to find my limp shell. I only hope that happens soon, I'm getting tired of the eerie darkness left behind by a life abruptly ended. Excuse me, I just realized I never introduced myself, my name is Jamie and I was killed today.