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Affliction

In heaven, all is joy. Hell, everything is punishment, the world is close to one and other.

I accomplish since several years, an art that I love. Through my stories, I bring my readers in various places imaginaries. Showing them the beauty of words, wonderful stories. This story you'll like or at least I hope so, will calm your desire for adventures

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A guide whose reputation needs no introduction, was chosen to bring tourists in various places in the Beauce*. This year, it was American tourists and because that this trip would be long and rocky, she decided to do it, on horseback. They were delighted, although most do have never mounted. They left the bungalow and began the adventure, starting with the pine forest. On a whim, she took a path that never before, she had borrowed.

They end up in a Prairie, like all others she is visited each year. And she makes them continue the visit. But they come down in a valley. A valley with tall grass, bent by the wind, and invades large rocks, enthroned as the sole judge in this valley unexplored.

That's where she is now, in this beautiful valley, hidden to human eyes. She therefore continues through the bush without exactly knowing where they go really. She distinguishes a path that seemed even more fun. Finally! A little change can not hurt anyone, she said to herself. She therefore enters this path, followed by her small group who seems to pleased the diverse paths she chooses.

After a while, she noticed that the more they advance, the more air seemed heavy. And to see their faces, she is not alone to feel this discomfort. She stopped brutally and fixed the ground. All were surprised by her reaction. They do not perceive what she sees, stretched in front of them?

Just a few steps, is stretched on the ground, a carcass of what appears to be a moose. Do not they see this carcass half open which pours big maggots and viscous, dark suspicious? she told herself. Without talk about disgusting and putrid smell that emerges.

During she is unable to detach her eyes of the corpse, a frightened horse, rushes forward with her cavalier. She looks it disappear while those behind eclipsed in haste front such horror, and leaving her alone. She is also trying to to return back as soon as possible, but her horse, frozen flatly refused to obey. Took jittering, She can no longer control it, She comes down of it without delay. Whinnying, to snatch the chest, foaming saliva and blood of a bestial rage, he collapsed in a sea of blood.

She is scared and not knowing what to do, She starts to run. She runs until, she clearly discerned far away, tears. Tears like those of a child. She approaches to tears and distinguishes the silhouette of twins. She crossed the few steps separating them, they should not have more than seven years old, and she sees their faces slightly mutilated. She had the impression to see herself, very small, with face drawn and a look as dark as night. They point the finger on her, and ran away by the path.

She want to join them, she can not leave them alone in the forest. She runs very fast, and sometimes just barely, to follow them. Plus she runs, the more she sees a strange mass in front of she. A giant block that stands out against a backdrop of sun, and finally look like what should be a tower. She sees the twins enter the tower, and she rushes in her turn. Having not taken three steps, then she falls on slides appeared to be a trap. She continues to slide without stopping in a dark surround, while hearing the tears of the twins, who were becoming increasingly powerful. She drifted and ...

She regains consciousness in a small in middle of desert cell. Slightly thinned, she ignores what, but loosely enough to distinguish a spectrum move toward her. She is paralyzed. The twins at his side, pointing an accusing finger at her, their black eyes, and plunged into tears in hers, mouth wide open, from which escaped earlier, false tears, remains wide open now, leaving that to escape a cry imperceptible, and endless pure insanity. The darkness engulfed them, when the twins went out of their mouths, a little horse rotten ... and she woke up ...

Do not ask me why I'm an insomniac, the reason is quite simple.


 Karole McDowell 2005-2010 - (c) Reproduction is prohibited without permission from the author.

*Beauce : La Beauce, in Chaudière-Appalaches, located 20 kilometres south of Quebec City, goes along the Chaudière River and then stretches to border Maine.

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