Blackest of Books

Blackest of Books

I woke up, stretching for the most annoying alarm clock you have ever heard. To realize my rooster had broken into my freaking room. Have you ever woke up and grabbed a rooster? It is not something you expect. I screamed, he crowed, and I fell out of my bed. He fluttered out of my window of my room and this is where the story takes a strange turn. Yes, already, don’t judge me. My rooster, his name for record is Kakaw AKA, Shithead, fluttered out and within a moment I heard a horn of a car and heavy braking. Throwing a shirt on I ran outside; I did however forget pants. There I stood with my blue deer boxers and my green shirt. Feathers drifted down onto the blacktop in the early morning sun with the black car sitting still. On the side the car had the word Book in black letters with white outlining. My head instantly went to a black book, but on wheels. Already a strange morning I would say. Moving up the blacked-out windows, the door opened.

What do I have to lose? I got in. The person seemed normal minus the strange top hat eerie paleness of his skin.

“I am sorry about your creature.” His voice sounded raspy but light.

“Honestly, why does your car say book?” I asked.

“I will repay you a million times over if you can do something for me,”

“You hit my wonderful cock and want a favor? This is getting more and more interesting.”

“I need a yes or a no.”

“Straight to the point. Fine, yes. Why not?”

“I need a black book. When you have it, bring it to me. I will be in your driveway.”

“Where am I going?”

“Not here. Take this.” He handed me an orange pill.

“I’m not much of a pill person…”

“Take it.”

“I hope you don’t treat your women like this.” I swallowed the pill. Wandering out of the car door, I moved down the road with a farmer field next to me and a river to the other side. The river grew huge and I fell in or it swallowed me, I’m not really sure, but before I knew it the river was sweeping me quickly and spinning me in circles. Next thing I knew I was spitting up water and the sky was red, a bright red.

“Dusk so soon?” I coughed up water. “Maybe I died.”

A giant blue jay swooped by my face, bigger than an eagle, honestly bigger than a damn car. Little green tigers with purple stripes moved through the strange golden field next to me. Rubbing my eyes, I opened them wide and there I was still seeing the same strange world before me. A tiger ran at me while I froze still and a black and brown pig smashed the tiger.

“Get on,” the pig urged.

“Uh…”

Putting its snout under me, it flipped me onto it’s back and we sprinted, faster than I knew a pig could.

“Wait, did you speak?” I asked when we were far away and walking.

“Obviously. I am Persephone,” she said.

“Oh, pigs talk. What a drug…”

“This is no drug. You were opened up to the realm of other worlds. This is Canaan.”

“I am trippin’ hard but okay, I’ll go with it.”

“You are here for a reason.”

“Yeah, my fricken rooster died.” I laid on the ground.

“No time to lay, get up!” The pig nudged me with her rough nose.

“Everyone is so demanding today.”

We walked for what seemed like forever, I saw strange bugs, tiny humans, I think a fairy, and the coolest colored plants I had ever seen.

“You want the book I assume?” She asked.

“Are you like an all-knowing pig?”

“Something like that.”

Shimmering came from a bird above, feathers shimmering many colors.

“Under the tree!” Persephone hip checked me under the tree. “They are looking for you.”

“They? I have never been quite so popular. If I knew my rooster had to die, I would have done it sooner.”

They day had many a conflict, most how many steps I was taking. We walked through valleys and up a small mountain, through a thick glowing forest with trees with creepy faces. Dodging shimmering watching birds.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked.

“The world is not all it seems. None of them. No day is a day and no night a night. No step is a step, not in the same way for you as for me as for another. Sometimes questions are not easily answered because sometimes we don’t know the answers, sometimes we do.”

“You are the wisest pig I’ve ever known. Also the only pig that’s ever talked to me.”

The big began to glow and sprinted, fast as light it seemed, and smashed a giant rat.

“Run!” She shouted.

She bowled over trees and an onslaught of strange rats and even weirder baboons with clubs. So I did what any sane person would do, sprinted as fast as I could. Objects fell near me and the ground began to ripple as a giant centipede erupted under me. I looked back to see Persephone grow and take on the centipede. I picked up a club and hit an approaching baboon with it.

“THIS IS WHY I AM A VEGETARIAN!” I felt instantly bad.

A strange swirling house stood not far from me, it twisted like some strange pretzel and it was a bright green. I sprinted, barely making it to the house as the baboons and rats smacked against some forcefield. Persephone walked up bleeding and tired.

“Are you okay?” I touched her.

“What you’re looking for is in there.” She nudged me.

“Are you okay?” I asked again.

“Go, quickly.”

“Come with me.”

“This is part you must do alone.”

Slowly I walked into the large black doors that slowly opened for me. Candles lit one by one and I walked through door after door and couldn’t tell you what door led where until I finally came to a swirling staircase that seemed to go on forever. Each step made a strange musical noise and echoed down the narrow passage. Making my way to a glass dome room, a black book stood in front of me. Picking it up I flipped through it and saw a pale man with a black top hat, a car that said book in black, a rooster, and myself. My mind began to swirl, Persephone, is she okay?