This is a collaberation between my brother and I, and one of our long time friends. Hopefully more friends will join in to contribute something awesome. I will keep updating this.
A Collab Story (In progress)
by Pierce Jacobs, Ryan Sonnier, and Casey Sonnier
And so it began...
As I've stated before, I'm not quite sure how I came to be in this place, and exactly where this place is I simply cannot say with any amount of certainty. So strange and yet vaguely familiar as if at any moment something might click and restore some faint memory or recollection, but as of yet there is nothing....
...except the chill in the air nuzzles the scent of crisps leave barely clinging to their decaying lives. The seasonal irony couldn't have played better nuance to the onsetting nyctophobia. Like an army, the shivers take me and the stranglehold that fettered my childhood drags me from the fading light.
The irrational fear that plagued my sleep and carved a sinister chasm upon my soul was now reaching out. It snaked it way through my thoughts, hissing at any attempt of subduing my anxiety. I curse the sun as the stars appear. Clinging to the trunk of a mighty oak, I forget the importance of how, when, and where.
I focus on the moment and the urgent new question. What?
I can feel it coming as the night descends on the horizon. All of my senses terrified in nostalgia of this reunion. Again, I curse the sun.
I'll be found here.
Alone; in the dark.
The insatiable darkness claws at my spine, wrenching me into submission against the slow encroaching blackness. In my fear I subconsciously reflect upon a moment of childhood bravery. One where I face the thick expanse of the night where it rested like a silent predator in my closet. My mother had spurned me to action, to engage my fear and defeat the darkness which had held me in terror by the lungs.
She allowed me to breath. The thoughts arise like smoke teeming from the newly enkindled fire in my mind. A thought arose and it was of my mother's death.
But wait- I can't remember how my mother died. Did she ever die? Did she ever exist? In this moment I find myself questioning my own sanity, trying desperately to conjure an image of the maternal parent which HAD existed within my life. But I couldn't pull up anything. Not a single thing.
Now I clutched at my chest, feeling the hard shape of something that resided within my coat pocket.