Gnat Price00
God
God
“To my dearest Lucile, I write to the, I am almost aboard the S.S. Cameron, the voyage should be no longer than a few weeks. I presume, I can't promise though. You know these cruise liners and their inability to be constant modes of transportation. I don't know darling but I have a overwhelming fear of these seas. As I look out upon the water, I see a different glaze than I did when we were in York. Even though those waters were shaded by the balming forty degree weather. But these waters? There's no excuse, it's the mid of July. Why would there be such horrid looking waters? I assume I'm overthinking this voyage, you know how I feel about putting my trust into one single driver, pilot or any captain. Rather do it myself, but this I can't on this grotesque cruise line. I'm sorry my sweetest darling I must've lost track of time, for I need to go board upon the Cameron, time to face my demons and conquer my fears as they say. Love you darling, see you in a few weeks…-Love Jonathan Morrows”
“Come one, come all, the S.S. Cameron waits upon your arrival…. There are only five more bunks available upon this beautiful beast!.... You sir, you look as if you want to board the S.S., need a ticket?”
I didn't plan to respond to these types of folk, I'm not that fond of America, this culture seems to bring phonies and liars by the masses. If I were to entrust my traveling to a side merchant than I was to be a stationary man.
“Sir… I'm not sure as if you heard me… Sir please…”
I pressed on past him…
“Mr.Morrow…” the merchant said
How did he happen upon my name?
“There you go Mr.Morrow…. I didn't wish to call you by name sir. But your attention I was not reaching, i already assume you have your ticket don't you?” Pressed the merchant
“How do you know my name”
“How do I know your name?” He questioned with lack of curiosity
“Well your the great Jonathan Morrows, we all know your name here sir..”
“Alright…. Well if you already knew of my name, then why question my existence of a ticket?”
“Well, that's a good question mister morrow isn't it, you were always full of exquisite questions weren't you?” He said sarcastically
“I'm sorry?”
“Oh would you look at the time? I don't want to happen to be late now do I?” He said and then walked away with eagerness in each step
“Well that was strange…”
I knew when I came to America that the out of ordinary would become ordinary, I guess this is my first exposure to such ordinary acts… my eyes seemed as if they were placed upon this man, until I heard my name get called once again, but this time from the backside of me.
“Mr.Morrow!” Said the man
He isn't much of note, he is a basic looking working class man, I could tell this whole man's life just from a far, nothing of precaution is coming to me at this moment, this may be the first time my nervous emotions have faded…
“Yes hello?”
“Mister.Morrow I have a telegram from a fellowship member, he said it was a urgent read.” Said the ship boy
“Thank you…”
A note? Before I even enter the boat? God lord this whole mode of transportation has already given me a bad feeling of American life.
“Are to read it mister?” He pressed
“Later son….”
I may have said that to annoyed but I been pressed already twice before my entrance of the boat, my annoyance seemed warranted
“Sir this is of upmost of emergency that you read this letter!!!” He said anxiously
“I understand son, but now I have to board the boat, I will read it once I enter my cabin…” I said while walking towards the boat.
“Sir!!!” He yelled from afar
“Yes?” I said angried
“Uh, have a safe voyage!!!”
I didn't plan on responding to the anxious boy, I feel as if I was to rude to him…. But wait, what did he mean emergency? I looked back to find him but he was gone…
I approached the ticket master…
“Ticket Mr.Morrow?”
I handed him my ticket with a blank face
“Something of issue?” He asked curiously
“Did you see a boy? About five foot Seven, a bit wary, nothing out of the ordinary!”
“No sir, there was no boy that passed by this dock! Mr.Morrow the boat is docking soon, you better not miss your voyage!” He said with utmost urgency
“Wait how….”
I don't know…. how could he have known my name before I handed him my ticket, he referred to me as Mr.Morrow, how did he happen upon my name without any prior meet and greet!? This whole arrangement upon this boat seemed so far sketchy to me. I can't place my finger on it, just have a strange feeling about the whole voyage…
“Sir? Did the cat catch your tongue?” He said enthusiastically
“No I'm sorry my fine man, I must've just caught a gust of Imagination!”
“No issue at all Mr.Morrow, please do enjoy your voyage!” He said with kind and care
“I shall!”
I then preceded to walk up to boarding dock onto the silver giant that is the S.S Cameron, it is a beautiful vessel to say the least, the silver coating on each and every side matched with a bluish tint, made the boat nearly blend in with the ocean it was sailing on. The beauty took me back for just a instance before i crossed the drawbridge, as if i was taking my steps into heaven, a cheerfulness overcame me. I was excited for the first time ever to be traveling. I took my final steps off the drawbridge into the boat, the first sighting that bewitched my eyes was the sight of the near perfect ballroom. A dance floor for the richest of folk i assume, i took further more steps onto the boat, that's where i started to see the beautiful women of the Cameron. Elegant dresses and even more elegant looks, jazz music filled the air like a parade. It felt like my first voyage to america in which i first arrived near new orleans, i could hear the celebration of life, with the event mardi gra occurring, the friends i made upon the boat wanted me to join them in the festivities of the event, but parties werent my scene, not at the least bit. I remember telling them to go have their jollies all filled, while i would press on to new york. A long train ride it was, but lots of thought came to my mind during it.
“Excu----cuse---- excuse me sir?”
The voice came from below me… a frightened boy i assume…
“Yes we one?”
“Ar-----Are you mister jonathan morrows?” he said with fright
“Why yes i am son, is there something of matter?”
He seems afraid of something, as if he just had saw someone get killed right in front of his eyes.
“Ca----Ca---”
“It's okay son, no need for anxiety, i'm just a person much like you”
“Sorry…. Can you----- accompany me, my mother she's----- She's fallen ill…”
“Alright, how so son? You mustn't panic now”
“Sorry….” he said with sympathy
“No need for apologies now, don't be foolish! Where's your mother now?”
“Right this way--- just down the hall”
He pointed me in a direction down the hall, one that wasn't as luxurious as the rest of the ballroom floor, he had ragged close on and showed signs of a poor lifestyle, poor boy, his frantic nature assembly kicked in my parental instinct, how he knew of my name wasn't much of an issue to me as he's just a boy. His parents could of spoke about me at some point in his young life…
“Which room are staying in?”
“Uh----just this one right here---”
The room read 127, nothing strange at all, maybe this voyage wouldn't be anything of interest…. the boy is opening the door offly slow I must say…
“She's just in here Mr.Morrow…”
“Ekkkk, what is the fowl order young one?”
He began to weep harshly…
“No no, I'm sorry….. I don't see as if we're your mother could be?”
He is still uncontrollably crying, what is the matter with this boy… he crept open the door even more…. I can now see inside..
“Oh sweet lord…”
I nearly vomited, this boy's mother had a wound the size of a meteor, she was bleeding harshly… and the room smelled as if she wasn't the only one dying away… the fixtures In the room, I can't place my mind on it, it looks as if it would be dimmer than the rest of the boat.
“Mother!!!!” The boy ran to his mother quickly
“You got to help--- you have to help her mister Morrow!”
What was I to do, the amount of blood on the carpet matched Omaha beach, it was as if the pits of hell flourished and brought a lack of blood to the surface…
I ran to her as fast I could, but ugh, it appears as if I was too late….
“HELP! Dear god somebody help!!!”
Where in the hell are the paramedics? Where is the fucking medical care for this boat? I walked out Into The hall with blood dripping from my pant suit…
“You mister!!!!! We need help in here, this boy's mother, she's been stabbed… she's dying we need your assistance!!” The man began to walk the opposite way…
“Wait stop… Stop, please she's going to die!”
I turned my head back at the door and it was shut, and all the blood on my shirt dissipated…
“What? But…”
I opened the door to see the mother and her child…
“Wee one?” No one was there and all the blood seemed to as if disappear into thin air
“What! I don't understand?”
“Excuse me sir!” Said a angried old man
“I would appreciate it if you didn't try breaking into our room!!!”
“No… no you're mistaken this isn't your room, this the room to a poor child and his mother, there hurt and need help!!!”
“I don't believe charline that this man is right in the head.” They said while laughing
“Listen here sir, there is no possible way in hell that a poor boy could afford this cot..”
“But…. but… the mother she was…”
“What mother are you speaking of sir?There's no families besides the perdife family on this floor…”
“I'm…. i'm sorry, I must've been mistaken?”
“Indeed…” he said with contempt
“Well I'm sorry for the interruption….”
What was that? Where did that boy go? I have looked at every nook and cranny of this ballroom floor and the blood soaked boy is nowhere to be seen? Am I going mad? No that mustn't be it…. I must've been those damned pills I took to sleep on the ride over! That must be it… it has to be.. But that felt so damn real, the amount of blood was grotesque, the flashes of light keeping coming to my eyes like shades opening to the morning sun. I just don't understand what it was i saw? It doesn't make sense? Before i knew of anything, i was at the counter, near one of the recipnotists…
“Oh hello…. Mr.Morrow is it?”
“Uh----- Yes i'm Morrow…”
“splendid , well we here at the cameron are delighted to have you aboard our beautiful vessel----”
I can hear him talking but i am choosing to stop listening, something just didn't feel right about this whole trip… i don't like this boat, i don't like what i just saw, and even worse i feel as if i have gone mad… how has nobody on this whole damn boat not see what i just saw.
“Sir? You have not responded to my questions?”
“Im sorry… im just a little preoccupied, uhm…. What were your questions my fine sir?”
“Well… What room are you staying in this voyage?”
“Uhm…. i don't remember, its on my ticket, i figured i was going to check it while taking the elevator? Why would you not know my cabinet number?”
“Oh, it's my first voyage sir, you mustn't be upset with me. I was poorly prepared for this first trip, strange right? Especially for such an important one…”
“Wait? This is your first voyage?”
“Why yes it is sir…..” he has been interpreted
“Clarence!!!! Jesus christ, i told you to stay away from the higher class folk…”
“I'm sorry father, it was just mr….”he was once again interrupted
“I don't care for what you have to say son…. Sorry sir my name is George…. George Wachter!!” he said with strange ethumasim
“Pleasure….” i shook his hand, but with some sort of hesitation
“Was my son of a bother to you?”
“Why of course not, he wasn't a bother of any sort?”
Who in the hell is this man? Why do both of these people know my name so well, i expect the employees to know the cabinet members granted, but they say my name as if i were a family friend. One that they were all too familiar with…
“I'm sorry gents, i ought to go to my room, i have this letter or telegram to read, and according to a sailor boy it's of utmost urgency!”
“Perfectly fine mr.morrow, please do enjoy your voyage…” he said with lack of care
I began to walk to the elevator finally uninterrupted by the annoyance of the sail mates. The elevator appeared to be painted in crimson gold, beautiful in a lot of ways but lacks a real sense of purpose, coming from an artistic standpoint the color of this whole vessel yelled unoriginality, but a artist i am not. So this slip up doesn't really bother me….
Minutes passed and i had no further problems getting to my cabinet, finally i can sit down and read this god damned note…
“It is of utmost urgency sir…” I mocked the sailor boy
I opened the envelope slowly, it appeared to be suppositious, but i figure there's nothing of interest in this note….
“What the hell…..”
The note…. It's not a note at all….. It's a….. A picture of my wife….. With a sprinkle of reddish crimson, appearing to be…..
“Shit…”
Its blood, who the fuck sent this letter to me, this horrid horrid letter…
I further examined it to only find a encrypted message, it read…
“In the hands of god, we shall sit, before he decides are fate. He holds us over the pit of flame that is hell, sinners are the only ones to fear this hand, for they know god will not spare their lives, that's why they fear him and his oh so powerful hand…”
What the hell does this have to do with me? I don't understand? Who sent me this letter, and why are the tormenting me with such horrid imagery of a sinner in the hands of god? Who did i wrong, to get this kind of torment? I figure that this is all some awful joke…. It must be, i shall go ask the front desk about this.
End Of Chapter One
God
God
“To my dearest Lucile, I write to the, I am almost aboard the S.S. Cameron, the voyage should be no longer than a few weeks. I presume, I can't promise though. You know these cruise liners and their inability to be constant modes of transportation. I don't know darling but I have a overwhelming fear of these seas. As I look out upon the water, I see a different glaze than I did when we were in York. Even though those waters were shaded by the balming forty degree weather. But these waters? There's no excuse, it's the mid of July. Why would there be such horrid looking waters? I assume I'm overthinking this voyage, you know how I feel about putting my trust into one single driver, pilot or any captain. Rather do it myself, but this I can't on this grotesque cruise line. I'm sorry my sweetest darling I must've lost track of time, for I need to go board upon the Cameron, time to face my demons and conquer my fears as they say. Love you darling, see you in a few weeks…-Love Jonathan Morrows”
“Come one, come all, the S.S. Cameron waits upon your arrival…. There are only five more bunks available upon this beautiful beast!.... You sir, you look as if you want to board the S.S., need a ticket?”
I didn't plan to respond to these types of folk, I'm not that fond of America, this culture seems to bring phonies and liars by the masses. If I were to entrust my traveling to a side merchant than I was to be a stationary man.
“Sir… I'm not sure as if you heard me… Sir please…”
I pressed on past him…
“Mr.Morrow…” the merchant said
How did he happen upon my name?
“There you go Mr.Morrow…. I didn't wish to call you by name sir. But your attention I was not reaching, i already assume you have your ticket don't you?” Pressed the merchant
“How do you know my name”
“How do I know your name?” He questioned with lack of curiosity
“Well your the great Jonathan Morrows, we all know your name here sir..”
“Alright…. Well if you already knew of my name, then why question my existence of a ticket?”
“Well, that's a good question mister morrow isn't it, you were always full of exquisite questions weren't you?” He said sarcastically
“I'm sorry?”
“Oh would you look at the time? I don't want to happen to be late now do I?” He said and then walked away with eagerness in each step
“Well that was strange…”
I knew when I came to America that the out of ordinary would become ordinary, I guess this is my first exposure to such ordinary acts… my eyes seemed as if they were placed upon this man, until I heard my name get called once again, but this time from the backside of me.
“Mr.Morrow!” Said the man
He isn't much of note, he is a basic looking working class man, I could tell this whole man's life just from a far, nothing of precaution is coming to me at this moment, this may be the first time my nervous emotions have faded…
“Yes hello?”
“Mister.Morrow I have a telegram from a fellowship member, he said it was a urgent read.” Said the ship boy
“Thank you…”
A note? Before I even enter the boat? God lord this whole mode of transportation has already given me a bad feeling of American life.
“Are to read it mister?” He pressed
“Later son….”
I may have said that to annoyed but I been pressed already twice before my entrance of the boat, my annoyance seemed warranted
“Sir this is of upmost of emergency that you read this letter!!!” He said anxiously
“I understand son, but now I have to board the boat, I will read it once I enter my cabin…” I said while walking towards the boat.
“Sir!!!” He yelled from afar
“Yes?” I said angried
“Uh, have a safe voyage!!!”
I didn't plan on responding to the anxious boy, I feel as if I was to rude to him…. But wait, what did he mean emergency? I looked back to find him but he was gone…
I approached the ticket master…
“Ticket Mr.Morrow?”
I handed him my ticket with a blank face
“Something of issue?” He asked curiously
“Did you see a boy? About five foot Seven, a bit wary, nothing out of the ordinary!”
“No sir, there was no boy that passed by this dock! Mr.Morrow the boat is docking soon, you better not miss your voyage!” He said with utmost urgency
“Wait how….”
I don't know…. how could he have known my name before I handed him my ticket, he referred to me as Mr.Morrow, how did he happen upon my name without any prior meet and greet!? This whole arrangement upon this boat seemed so far sketchy to me. I can't place my finger on it, just have a strange feeling about the whole voyage…
“Sir? Did the cat catch your tongue?” He said enthusiastically
“No I'm sorry my fine man, I must've just caught a gust of Imagination!”
“No issue at all Mr.Morrow, please do enjoy your voyage!” He said with kind and care
“I shall!”
I then preceded to walk up to boarding dock onto the silver giant that is the S.S Cameron, it is a beautiful vessel to say the least, the silver coating on each and every side matched with a bluish tint, made the boat nearly blend in with the ocean it was sailing on. The beauty took me back for just a instance before i crossed the drawbridge, as if i was taking my steps into heaven, a cheerfulness overcame me. I was excited for the first time ever to be traveling. I took my final steps off the drawbridge into the boat, the first sighting that bewitched my eyes was the sight of the near perfect ballroom. A dance floor for the richest of folk i assume, i took further more steps onto the boat, that's where i started to see the beautiful women of the Cameron. Elegant dresses and even more elegant looks, jazz music filled the air like a parade. It felt like my first voyage to america in which i first arrived near new orleans, i could hear the celebration of life, with the event mardi gra occurring, the friends i made upon the boat wanted me to join them in the festivities of the event, but parties werent my scene, not at the least bit. I remember telling them to go have their jollies all filled, while i would press on to new york. A long train ride it was, but lots of thought came to my mind during it.
“Excu----cuse---- excuse me sir?”
The voice came from below me… a frightened boy i assume…
“Yes we one?”
“Ar-----Are you mister jonathan morrows?” he said with fright
“Why yes i am son, is there something of matter?”
He seems afraid of something, as if he just had saw someone get killed right in front of his eyes.
“Ca----Ca---”
“It's okay son, no need for anxiety, i'm just a person much like you”
“Sorry…. Can you----- accompany me, my mother she's----- She's fallen ill…”
“Alright, how so son? You mustn't panic now”
“Sorry….” he said with sympathy
“No need for apologies now, don't be foolish! Where's your mother now?”
“Right this way--- just down the hall”
He pointed me in a direction down the hall, one that wasn't as luxurious as the rest of the ballroom floor, he had ragged close on and showed signs of a poor lifestyle, poor boy, his frantic nature assembly kicked in my parental instinct, how he knew of my name wasn't much of an issue to me as he's just a boy. His parents could of spoke about me at some point in his young life…
“Which room are staying in?”
“Uh----just this one right here---”
The room read 127, nothing strange at all, maybe this voyage wouldn't be anything of interest…. the boy is opening the door offly slow I must say…
“She's just in here Mr.Morrow…”
“Ekkkk, what is the fowl order young one?”
He began to weep harshly…
“No no, I'm sorry….. I don't see as if we're your mother could be?”
He is still uncontrollably crying, what is the matter with this boy… he crept open the door even more…. I can now see inside..
“Oh sweet lord…”
I nearly vomited, this boy's mother had a wound the size of a meteor, she was bleeding harshly… and the room smelled as if she wasn't the only one dying away… the fixtures In the room, I can't place my mind on it, it looks as if it would be dimmer than the rest of the boat.
“Mother!!!!” The boy ran to his mother quickly
“You got to help--- you have to help her mister Morrow!”
What was I to do, the amount of blood on the carpet matched Omaha beach, it was as if the pits of hell flourished and brought a lack of blood to the surface…
I ran to her as fast I could, but ugh, it appears as if I was too late….
“HELP! Dear god somebody help!!!”
Where in the hell are the paramedics? Where is the fucking medical care for this boat? I walked out Into The hall with blood dripping from my pant suit…
“You mister!!!!! We need help in here, this boy's mother, she's been stabbed… she's dying we need your assistance!!” The man began to walk the opposite way…
“Wait stop… Stop, please she's going to die!”
I turned my head back at the door and it was shut, and all the blood on my shirt dissipated…
“What? But…”
I opened the door to see the mother and her child…
“Wee one?” No one was there and all the blood seemed to as if disappear into thin air
“What! I don't understand?”
“Excuse me sir!” Said a angried old man
“I would appreciate it if you didn't try breaking into our room!!!”
“No… no you're mistaken this isn't your room, this the room to a poor child and his mother, there hurt and need help!!!”
“I don't believe charline that this man is right in the head.” They said while laughing
“Listen here sir, there is no possible way in hell that a poor boy could afford this cot..”
“But…. but… the mother she was…”
“What mother are you speaking of sir?There's no families besides the perdife family on this floor…”
“I'm…. i'm sorry, I must've been mistaken?”
“Indeed…” he said with contempt
“Well I'm sorry for the interruption….”
What was that? Where did that boy go? I have looked at every nook and cranny of this ballroom floor and the blood soaked boy is nowhere to be seen? Am I going mad? No that mustn't be it…. I must've been those damned pills I took to sleep on the ride over! That must be it… it has to be.. But that felt so damn real, the amount of blood was grotesque, the flashes of light keeping coming to my eyes like shades opening to the morning sun. I just don't understand what it was i saw? It doesn't make sense? Before i knew of anything, i was at the counter, near one of the recipnotists…
“Oh hello…. Mr.Morrow is it?”
“Uh----- Yes i'm Morrow…”
“splendid , well we here at the cameron are delighted to have you aboard our beautiful vessel----”
I can hear him talking but i am choosing to stop listening, something just didn't feel right about this whole trip… i don't like this boat, i don't like what i just saw, and even worse i feel as if i have gone mad… how has nobody on this whole damn boat not see what i just saw.
“Sir? You have not responded to my questions?”
“Im sorry… im just a little preoccupied, uhm…. What were your questions my fine sir?”
“Well… What room are you staying in this voyage?”
“Uhm…. i don't remember, its on my ticket, i figured i was going to check it while taking the elevator? Why would you not know my cabinet number?”
“Oh, it's my first voyage sir, you mustn't be upset with me. I was poorly prepared for this first trip, strange right? Especially for such an important one…”
“Wait? This is your first voyage?”
“Why yes it is sir…..” he has been interpreted
“Clarence!!!! Jesus christ, i told you to stay away from the higher class folk…”
“I'm sorry father, it was just mr….”he was once again interrupted
“I don't care for what you have to say son…. Sorry sir my name is George…. George Wachter!!” he said with strange ethumasim
“Pleasure….” i shook his hand, but with some sort of hesitation
“Was my son of a bother to you?”
“Why of course not, he wasn't a bother of any sort?”
Who in the hell is this man? Why do both of these people know my name so well, i expect the employees to know the cabinet members granted, but they say my name as if i were a family friend. One that they were all too familiar with…
“I'm sorry gents, i ought to go to my room, i have this letter or telegram to read, and according to a sailor boy it's of utmost urgency!”
“Perfectly fine mr.morrow, please do enjoy your voyage…” he said with lack of care
I began to walk to the elevator finally uninterrupted by the annoyance of the sail mates. The elevator appeared to be painted in crimson gold, beautiful in a lot of ways but lacks a real sense of purpose, coming from an artistic standpoint the color of this whole vessel yelled unoriginality, but a artist i am not. So this slip up doesn't really bother me….
Minutes passed and i had no further problems getting to my cabinet, finally i can sit down and read this god damned note…
“It is of utmost urgency sir…” I mocked the sailor boy
I opened the envelope slowly, it appeared to be suppositious, but i figure there's nothing of interest in this note….
“What the hell…..”
The note…. It's not a note at all….. It's a….. A picture of my wife….. With a sprinkle of reddish crimson, appearing to be…..
“Shit…”
Its blood, who the fuck sent this letter to me, this horrid horrid letter…
I further examined it to only find a encrypted message, it read…
“In the hands of god, we shall sit, before he decides are fate. He holds us over the pit of flame that is hell, sinners are the only ones to fear this hand, for they know god will not spare their lives, that's why they fear him and his oh so powerful hand…”
What the hell does this have to do with me? I don't understand? Who sent me this letter, and why are the tormenting me with such horrid imagery of a sinner in the hands of god? Who did i wrong, to get this kind of torment? I figure that this is all some awful joke…. It must be, i shall go ask the front desk about this.
End Of Chapter One