Red Face
It was a cold California night, I was different then. I was still a joke—never appreciated by anyone. After all I was just a kid. What else could I have done about the conflict? I just want to be that one mistake that nobody will ever meet again. Have a replica of my personality is in fact the worst thing you want to do. But I had to hold on to home because it's where my heart will always stay.
At the time there was a well-known thing called hope. Hope used to not be based around belief of faith as it is now. Hope used to be absolute trust inside of the future that you will not die. Now that's gone—you have to pray for hope. That's why the expression 'I was hoping and praying' came. I had no hope with that definition of the past—but with the modern definition I did have hope.
I watched the silhouette let out a gasped breath of fate while all the white smoke from his mouth faded into the night sky. The figure seemed odd—I couldn't make out if it was a man or a woman. Not even the eyes shined under the moonlight. Under fear I stood there, unmoving, blinking only once a minute because all hope was lost. I suggested it was a man.
His head looked up from staring at the pavement without intrigue. He was about forty feet away so there was no point to start backing up until he came closer. I ignorantly sat there without any signs of fear. Sitting there was an absolute mistake. Again, I was just a kid and I made too many mistakes. His neck slowly became muscular and bony... it felt a bit abnormal.
I couldn't see his face or anything, but I could see his neck. There was no source of light anywhere, but it seemed like something was actually glowing inside of his neck. I saw him move into a perplexing figure. His legs moved on top of each other, and he fell back on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around his neck about three times, and his arms faded into the same orange glow inside. And each muscular transition was slow and seemed abruptly painful. 'Okay, it's not abnormal—it's paranormal,' I thought to myself. How could this have been happening?
Next he picked up his left arm and unhurriedly ripped through the tender flesh with his bare wrist. I saw the small particles of meat and blood fly into the air with the unnatural force from his strength... actually I couldn't tell if it was strength or just supernatural. I was extremely disturbed, and I ran over to the tangled body to see who it was. Why on Earth did I even do that?
The face was indescribable with words. The eyes were pure green, it had no nose. The mouth was grinning all the way up to the eyes. No eyebrows or hair, just a Fedora on its head. Its entire face was red.
But then I realized something.
Green eyes and a red face... this can only mean thing...
SANTA BE DIED AND STRIPPED OF HAIR AND FAT.
Credited to Beauu
Originally uploaded on December 12, 2011
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