Sparks Of Insanity By Vinny "Bond" Marini Monday, March 05, 2007

Philly CheeseSteak Sandwich
with Peppers, Onions and Mushrooms
Plus a Large Drink


OK Kiddies, it has happened...Yesterday began four different scenarios and none of them took flight. So, as not to bang our head on the table any longer, we went back into the archives to June 14, 2006. This was out first work of fiction here on THE COUCH.

As such, even though we looked at it, we could not put the Manic Monday word "BLOW" into the first sentence.

Don't forget to visit over at MORGEN'S for all the participants this week.

Now, hope y'all enjoy..."THE DRIVE"


The fog rolled across the highway obscuring the lines down the center and along the edge. White fingers grasped the steering wheel willing it to stay centered in the lane and not to wander.
Eyes stared straight ahead trying to make out the next 10 feet of roadway and hoping to not see anything unknown.

Why had you decided to leave this late? What compelled you to think you could make the drive after hearing the weather? Well who listens to the weatherman anyway these days? The only job where you can be wrong more then a weatherman and not be fired is in direct response where a 5% success rate is considered excellent.

Was it that important to get to the destination tonight and not tomorrow? Did it really matter to anyone else? Probably not, but you am compelled to reach the goal and not be swayed by things over which you have no the weather.

That is when the shadow crossed over the road. Your foot lifts off the accelerator and hits the brake...maybe a little too hard, and the back-end of the car begins a slow fishtail to the left. Remember the lessons...turn the wheel into the not hit the brake not jerk or over-react.


But the car is not responding... the backend fishtails further to the left over the centerline. The car is almost perpendicular to where it should be and the chalk white fingers are turning harder now...turning the wheel...urging the car to realign itself to the road.

Slowly, control of the car is regained...the pounding of your heart in your ears is drowning out the music which had been playing on the radio. Your chest feels as if it is about to explode and you ease the car to the shoulder, pulling off a bit more then normal to ensure the next car down this road does not plow into you.

As the car rolls to a stop, you put it into park and only then realize there are beads of sweat rolling down from your hairline along your forehead and dripping onto your face and into your eyes. You wipe your face with the back of your right sleeve and will your heart to return to a normal rhythm...

What was that back there? A deer? It was too big for a deer? A bear? No, it moved too fast. A large black shadow...nothingness. Now you are thinking must have been an animal...that is all.

Reaching down to the center console, you grab the 1/2 bottle of water left and lift it to your parched lips. Drinking steadily, you do not stop until you see the void bottom of the bottle in your vision.


Putting the car back into drive, you pull back onto the road and immediately realize the fog is now denser then before. Your hands grip the wheel even know you should just pull over and let the fog lift, but you are being driven by unseen forces.

The road begins a gentle curve to the right as it also begins the decent from its highest point on the mountain. You think you can see the lights of the town below, but know it is only your imagination at play...the fog is too thick.

AGAIN...a black shape passes in front of the car only this time, you can not stop...the blackness envelops the wait for impact but it never comes. Just blackness.

Both feet are now stomped down on the brake pedal, but the car is not even slowing fact it is picking up speed. You hear a loud screeching noise and then realize it is you, screaming a bloody, bone-chilling scream.

All at once, the blackness is gone and there is nothing.


You, sitting in your your you had been 3 hours before. The clock on the dash reads midnight, the exact hour you left home to make your journey. The water bottle by your side is full and the seal has not been broken.

You reach and open the door and walk back to your home. As you open the door, you tell yourself, tomorrow is just as good a time as any to make the trip.


THE COUCH NOTE (From Original June 14, 2006 Post): When I sat down today, I was not sure what the subject was going to be and then the fingers began typing. I truly had no idea where the thoughts would lead or how I would complete them. So, let's just's blog wrote itself...Hope you enjoyed it.


Music Codes: Best Audio Codes

Weisselklenzenacht: Procol Harun; Composer: Keith Reid

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16 Of Your Sparks

  1. Travis Cody Says:
  2. You, Sir, are very good at creating suspense.

    That blackness, with the car picking up speed, and the feet stomping on the brake, and the screaming - I thought the car was off the road and plunging down the side of the hill.

    Our minds have an infinite capacity to scare the living fuck out of us.

    Well done.

  3. I remember reading this the first time, and even now, on this re-read, I had the same reaction.


    You do creepy/scary/weird very well, my friend.

    Keep it up.

  4. Mags Says:
  5. Wow. This is fantastic! I'm glad you dug it out of the archives for us.

    It reminds me of a short story I read in high school (a long while back!)...

  6. Liz Hill Says:
  7. I am SO glad you pulled this back up to share. It still gives me the willies and as I said the first time it is excellent--like Stephen King when he was good.


  8. Schmoop Says:
  9. That happened to me once when I was growing up on the planet Gronk-7.

  10. Anndi Says:
  11. Loved it then.. LOVE it now..

    Thanks for pulling this one out darlin'!

    It BLEW me away!


    (love the music .. as usual.. but saying it anyway!)

  12. TRAVIS: oooooooooooo bad word ! LOL TY..appreciate the critique and enforcement.

    SONGBIRD: I didn't think you had found me back in June.. or were you a lurker back then??? LOL Glad you enjoyed.

    MAGS: TY Glad you enjoyed. Bet it wasn't THAT long ago.

    TURN: TY...and yes...that was your comment. LOL Smooch

    MATT-MAN: That no meat diet is affecting your memory... It was Gronk-8 dude.

    ANNDI: So glad you enjoyed again... and yes, I love that you always comment on the music..
    KISS darling

  13. Angell Says:
  14. Agreeing with Anndi.

    Love it - you are the master - Stephen King ain't got nuttin' on you. (Ok, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but only cuz I luvs ya).


  15. Mags Says:
  16. ;)

    Why thank you! It was (gasp) 15 years ago!

    Where does time go?! I don't feel that old.

  17. Meribah Says:
  18. Oooooooooo! Time warp! Very nice. Thanks, Bond!

  19. Dude.
    That story BLOWS my mind.
    Seriously, you are a master at the twist ending.
    Thanks for the repeat - I hadn't discovered the joys of the couch back when this puppy was new.

  20. Nope, no lurking back in June. When I found you in November, I went back and read your entire blog before I started commenting. Wanted to see if you were worth my most definitely are...

  21. ANGELL: Oh Puleeeeease, like you had to tell me you were exaggerating.. bwhahahaahahahahaha

    MAGS: pshaw..15 years... OH PULEASE girl.. just a pup

    MERI: Glad you enjoyed Ms. meri

    MORGEN; Oh Great One! Just wish I coulda gotten Blow in there somewhere.. but I was not gonna force it...
    Glad you enjoyed.. coming back with a big one for you next week... I can feel it brewing already

  22. Julie Says:
  23. Oh Vinny.....and just HOW did you give me these goosebumps? The timing of my reading and the music and the goosebumps...WHOA!!!

    **shakes arms and shrugs shoulders to get rid of 'em**

    I played the song several times....simply Procol Harum at their finest!! Thanks!

  24. Travis Cody Says:
  25. Did I use a bad word?? Ooops.


    Well, the story was just that good. Even better because I hadn't read it before.

  26. Maryfly Says:
  27. I remember reading that! didn't freak me out as much as the first time but fun to read again.



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