KarMel Scholarship 2008

 

Fictional Story

“A Peculiar Escape”

By Christopher Sheffield

 

 

Desciption of Submission: “A group of homosexual boys longing to be free of society's oppression of their lifstyle commit risky and violent acts in an effort to find an outside solace for their woes.” – Christopher

 

 

The night air was strangled with dust that swirled around the vehicle in a choking cloud, masking every small hill and every tree until it was only seconds away. Pure adrenaline and instinct took over reason as the steering wheel was jerked side to side, compelling the wheels to compel the body, narrowly avoiding each obstacle. The Vehicle held four passengers and the driver, none of which detained any ounce of fear as the plastic and metal walls sped and spun dangerously close to foreboding tree trunks and jutting rocks. Their voices within were raised in song, defiant to fear in its nature, calming to the soul. Not a single note was missed as the roaring truck sped into a large dip and, with much bouncing and crashing, sped out, only to swerve around, with another wall of dust raised, rushed once more into the ditch and out the other side. Within the vehicle, a ritual as unchallenged as breathing was beginning, as each individual slowly pressed down on the safety belt lock, releasing their seat belts back to their defaulted position, taking only each other’s hands, never stopping their song. The driver, one hand on the wheel, another holding tightly to his passenger’s, spun the vehicle several times past an onslaught of mesquite trees and back onto a rocky dirt path. The weak headlights shone foreword into a wall of dust not three feet in front of the truck, masking any indication or foreshadow of the path they now roared down. Throughout the increasingly violent jolts and shocks of the path, the group continued its song, knowing full well what lay at the end of the pathway.

The log was frequently referred to by local students as "Gator" due to its resemblance in shape to a massive alligator. It lay three quarters of the way across the path, and was the result of a desert lightning storm that had occurred many years ago. It was toward this prehistoric monument that the vehicle sped. Remorse, second thought, rationale, logic, all left behind in the continuous clouds erupting after the wheels of the truck. It wasn’t until Gator finally came into view of the headlights that the driver took his hand off the wheel and placed it firmly in the grip of the passenger behind him. The song reached its crescendo, all voices raised to the heavens as they continued into the jaws of the unforgiving death roll promised by the ancient creature laying belly down before them.

Screaming metal, rushing skies and dirt, deafening thunder, howling foliage: all this and yet not a sound ushered within.

The vehicle rolled for what seemed like a millennium of shrieking explosions. It was over a hundred feet away from Gator by the time it eventually stopped.

Finally, when all the noise had echoed away into the desert night, silence descended on the grotesque scene. Metal and glass lay strewn about, gasoline and other liquids bled in abundance across the sand and rock. Tires spun uselessly on the exposed underside of the truck, all but one, which had broken free from its bonds and rolled excitedly off into the night air.

Jacob crawled from out of the wreckage, ignoring the stream of blood that ran from his forehead to his chin. He watched the tire go with intensity, envious of the freedom it now had. No longer would it be held down and told to live as its brothers lived, no longer would it be made to spin, but rather it would twirl of its own will, barreling off into distant revelries, unchecked by a society built to oppose its free resolve.

It took only moments for the three other passengers to emerge from the jumble of metal, each sporting their own broken and bloody badges. Kaylib kneeled down by the driver’s window, looking with calm eyes at Mason’s body. Slowly he stood and met Jacob’s gaze, his voice a whisper following an apocalypse.

"He’s free."

Jacob was silent for a moment, turning once again to stare out in the direction the tire’s flight.

"I know." Painfully Jacob turned back and limped to Kaylib’s side, gripping his hand and placing a small kiss on Kaylib’s bloody lips, just as he had so many times before. "We will be too, one day."

With that the four begrudgingly began their slow but deliberate trek back down the dirt path they had came, over the rocky hills and past the crooked trees, back towards the lights glowing in the distance, back towards the world they would never see as home.

 

 

 

 

 

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