Short Stories: The Tent

The Doors night out – Crazy dreams: March 03 2006

The night is complete darkness but somehow there is a light that allows me to see the the two wolfs that are outside the tent.  The area surrounding my tent is boggy, wet and moist with tufts of grass that make the ground uneven.  The female wolf wants in the tent.  She just wants to lie beside me but there are other intentions.  Of what, i’m not sure.  Part of me thinks the wolf wants to eat me.  The other part thinks that it might just want to lie and sleep beside me for warmth.  But either way, i’m not entirely sure.   I let the wolf sleep beside me because I need the warmth as it’s a cold boggy night but I didn’t want to close my eyes next to the wolf because I couldn’t trust it.  Feeling uncomfortable, I decide to push the wolf out. It fights a little but leaves with it’s mate and does not return.

I fall asleep only to awake to see a single aged cougar pace back and forth outside my tent flashing it’s teeth.  After a while it lunges for me and now a knife is involved.  I thrust it into the beast and it runs away to a safe distant and continues to pace looking at me in my tent.  It makes repeated attacks and then disapears into the wilderness.

Moments later, a midget couple arrive and want to sleep in my tent. They want to be with me.  The female midget wants sex with me but nothing else.  There is no connection and i don’t want to have sex with her.  The midget boyfriend is speechless, emotionless; he’s only doing what his partner wants.  I contemplate having sex with the midget lady and then decide against it. I ask them to leave.  The midget lady fights and screams and then grabs the knife that is in the tent and starts to lash at me.  I pick her up by the front of her coat and carry her out like a piece of luggage.  She is crying and wanting to be with me.  The boyfriend leaves as quietly as he came.

A mad witch gets in my tent.  She has the knife and she starts attacking me with it.  I fend her off battling to get control over the knife.  I succeed.  She laughs and says she sorry.  I accept her apology.  She grabs the knife and goes for my throat, cutting it slightly.  I wrestle once again with her, grab the knife, punch her square in the nose, turn her around and put her hand behind her back and call 999 from my cell phone that somehow arrived in my hand.

Lance M. Pope – 3 March 2006

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