Christopher (front) and Nico just got their fresh haircuts. Snip-its, September 20, 2018
October 20, 2018
If you could find your way to the valley of Indigenous Falls, nestled in a deep crevice of ancestral land. And you were lucky enough to locate the path hidden deep in the thick green forest. One could follow this path, and it would lead you to a baron land. Not only does nothing grow here, but also, not one living thing can survive on this cursed land. You will not find a mammal, a reptile, or an insect.
The story is told to generations of people about this spiritual land, which can give you everything and anything that you could have ever wanted. But your wants, needs, and cures will be used against you, as the land is known to have taken many lives.
Only one person has ever made it out to tell her tale of this land. She will speak to anyone who will listen about a property that goes way back to the Native people. Those Natives worked this land before powerful men, who used violence as a way of taking what they wanted and killing them. They stole it from the people and tried to build on top of it.
She explains how this 300-yard long (274.32 meters), 500 (457.2 meters) yard-wide piece of baron land was a spot where the Native Americans would bring their dead and dying. Long ago, their ancestors made a portal to the other side. They spent years working the land, sacrificing on the land, and performing rituals to transform it into a place where their loved ones would make it to the spirit world.
However, it was also used for greed within their own tribes. So, during their dance rituals, they promised to dance for God day in and day out, non-stop, to chase away anyone trying to exploit God's generous offerings.
In return, the spirit God rewarded them by protecting their dying and infirming them with safe passage on their spiritual journey.
However, as the myth of this place turned from whispers amongst the town folk to full-blown, full-scale expeditions were put together with quests to locate it. The Native American people were killed. In the process, the day and night rituals were stopped when they were murdered and thrown on the very fields in which they promised the Gods they would protect. The corruption of man and their evil intentions used their power to destroy everyone. In turn, the ritual dancers became very powerful. They were once protectors, but now they are soldiers. Their blood soaked the land and made the purveyors of the gate. What was once pure and good intention from the Gods was now rotted, and the stench killed anything that wanted to find a place on these grounds.
A century later, this place was a mere legendary place that had never existed. It was folklore. It is now known as a haunted land. A place protected by ritual Native American dancers to protect God's goodwill and destroy anyone who dares attempt to use the land because of man's corrupt intentions. They say in the very still of the night. The dancers can be heard over the valley in this wooded place that lies bare from all life. They still chant to the sounds of drums. Their feet are still strumming the ground until this very day, echoing the valley. You can still cross this land in search of salvation; however, the ritual dancers will see that you pay a terrible price while you attempt to make it through the gauntlet.
A man was holding his dying son, who was stricken with cancer, before the border where the lush green grass borders the brown dirt of ancient land. He caresses his child. Kisses him on his dehydrated lips. Hugs him in case he never sees him again. He cries and whales in the pain that he wishes he could take away from his boy.
He then lays his gaunt body before him. Just one foot away from the dirt that borders the lush grass where he lays his boy's head. He then whispers something in his ear.
'Go, son. Wake up and go to the Promised Land. You fight to get to the other side. Remember to avoid getting consumed with the treats or wealth the land will offer you. Do not give in to temptation. Ignore it all and run, just run, son, run as fast as you can, and avoid it all. When you arrive on the other side of this field, I promise you this, you'll find me waiting with open arms. Until we meet again."
The boy's father fades away into the darkness.
The day passes into night. The night passed into the day. The little boy still hasn't moved. Like clockwork work, the sun rises and sets. The tree's shadows in the surrounding area would creep over his body, offering shade throughout the day. Finally, as the sun set on the 4th day, the boy opened his eyes.
He is frail but manages to get to his feet. He stands there only in his underwear as he takes deep breaths. The boy closes his eyes and staggers into the land. He begins to stumble and is unprepared for whatever may come his way. He continues to stagger, but then his surroundings are magically transformed. There is now energy in his steps.
What was once a slow, deliberate stagger became a more solid walk. His back straightened, and his gait began to get long, full strides. The large tumors on his body melted into his skin. As he marched forward, the scenery turned to lush green landscape. A swirl of wind and bright lights encompass his body as he crosses to the other side, and just like that, the area turns into a place that would only live in his imagination.
His world is transformed. What was once green is now a rainbow of colors from candy littered through this fantasy world. The brown ground turned until a path of chocolate. The trees around him grew tall as he walked. The tree trunks grew thick, and the branches punched outwards. Leaves began to form, and candy bloomed from the tips and hung like apples and oranges. The flat ground began to rise like a wave as hills began to form, shrubs started to grow, and more candy began to form. His day was transforming into a candy land.
He felt new and refreshed. The cancer that ravaged his body and prevented much movement was gone. He was now free to run along the green grass and candy-laced trees. He marveled at the gummy bears that flew above him.
He dove into the sugar water lake and played with marshmallow swans.
He sat on the crushed graham cracker shore and ate the candy seashells. Life was grand.
He turned around, laid on his belly, and looked into the thick lush woods when he saw the chocolate bunnies hopping about.
"I wanna eat a chocolate bunny," he said.
He pushed himself up off the ground and charged towards the bunnies.
They saw him and scattered into the woods. The boy zeroed in on one and followed him along the path.
"Come on, chocolate bunny," he yelled while charging ahead.
The bunny stopped hopping, and the boy reached down and grabbed him.
"Hi, chocolate bunny," he said," you look good enough to eat."
The bunny squirmed a little and then stopped. The boy opens his mouth wide. He stuck out his teeth and took a big bite out of the rabbit's left ear.
"Mmm mmm, my chocolate bunny. You're sure delicious."
He swallowed his first bite and took another bite from the second ear.
"Mmm mmm, chocolate bunny. Now you have no ears. You sure are tasty."
There was a tap on his right shoulder as he went in for another bite. The boy turned to look and saw another bunny. Only this bunny was 2 stories tall.
The bunny held out his hand and told the boy he wanted his delicious chocolate bunny that he had just taken 2 bites out of.
The boy looks down and sees chocolate syrup tears flowing down the face of the little bunny. Ashamed of what he had done, he turned towards the 2 story bunny and laid his treat in his hand.
The 2-story bunny looked down at his little bunny and wiped the syrup tears. He then smacked his free hand over the top of his hand that had held the little bunny, sending chocolate splatter all over the boy's face.
The boy trembled. He was too scared to move. The giant bunny reached down and tore off the little boy's left ear. He then went to his right ear and attempted to rip off that ear, but the pain of losing his left ear woke him up out of his trance.
"No!" He screamed.
The little boy turned to run away as fast as he could. Blood dripped from the flesh that was torn when he lost his ear.
The 2 story bunny put the ripped ear in his mouth and nibbled quickly until the flesh was eaten.
"Mmmm, taste-tee," the bunny said in a slow, deliberate voice.
The big bunny then began to hop towards his meal by following the trail of blood. The bunny was so full of hate. And anger. His hind legs ferociously dug into the chocolate-laden path. Large nail gashes gnawed into the surface. His grunts were as loud as a runaway locomotive. He wanted to kill that boy.
The once healthy boy began to become ravaged with his cancer again. He wiped away the tears from his eyes while he ran as fast and as far away as the killer rabbit. He was crying, and the boys' howls seemed to fuel the rabbit's killer instinct more. He craved the boy even more.
The once candy forest began to melt. The sweet sugar became thick molasses as it settled on the ground, further hindering the boy's escape. But fear drove him to push harder through the thick glue-like substance that stuck to his feet and weighed his pace down, and pushed off the licorice vines that lunged at him, threatening to strangle him.
Tumors began to form on his body, further weighing him. This hell hath no mercy on his soul. Even though he was a child, the spiritual dancers did not have pity. His decadence has shown them he had no purity in him. He was corrupt.
With the killer rabbit closing in, death was all but inevitable. But out of the darkness, there appeared a thin light. Not knowing what that light was, he ran for it. Anything was better than this killer rabbit. Within this light was a silhouette of a man waving at the boy like a 3rd base coach to his runner who is rounding 3rd on his way home.
Tumors began to push outside of his body. Sweat poured over his brows, and he traced the lines of sizeable brown chocolate chip tumors that lined his face.
The boy was almost there. The angry rabbit was on his heels. His dad was the man waving his arms just outside, on the other side of the light.
"Enrique!" He shouted. "Enrique over here. You can do it!"
The little boy who was riddled with cancer began becoming weak. Who had no more energy to give, not even to save his life. He was about to be only the 2nd person to make it to the other side. Where a new life awaited him. Not only him but his father, who wanted him whole again.
"Daddy!" The boy screams out.
"Taste-ee- Taste-ee- Taste-ee," the manacle rabbit repeated.
Within a few feet, the boy leaps towards his dad's awaiting arms. His dad grabbed him and held him close.
"No!" his dad shouted.
The rabbit stopped short. He bent over and went nose to nose with the child's dad.
"No good," the rabbit said. His long ear pointed down to the ground.
The father stood there trembling. Turning his head to the left, he noticed he had crossed the border to reach his son. The dad looked up.
"Wait," he said.
The rabbit's ears encircled them and forcefully lurched back, bringing them both into the field.
"ahhh," the last words of the father were heard.
Everything was quiet. Nothing was heard. Then, as the sun began to set behind the hills, a small Indian chant could be heard. Their feet pounding the ground. This land is haunted.
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