Exactly How Do You Get Goo Out?

Friday, November 12, 2010

He crept in a window. Except for shadows, the room was void. Oak floors creaked as he slumped in the corner. There, among the shifting, sinister shadows he found his home. Drool oozing from the corner of his mouth came a snicker, “Here I will dwell.”

She walked in the door. A lifetime of memories was in this room. Heels clacked on hard wood as she simply passed the shadowy perch. Weak, lost in a moment, peripheral vision failed her. A sinister extremity of shadow goo brushed her bare arm. Tears welling in her eyes came a whimper.

With that brush of an arm the combative dance of dark and light began. As if a fly had hitched a ride, she shooed her arm. From the shadows came the ominous glow of evil, the wickedness had hit its mark.

A drooling, oozing lump of treachery laughed from within the darkness. Its simple brush would soon take hold. Silhouettes, darkness and listlessness like a cancer they would spread. Through the window he crept back out.

She stood in vastness. Memories began fading one by one. Something was just not right. A minuscule ray of knowledge and no weapon for the spreading ooze of shadows. Paralyzed was now her stance.

The shadow goo was upon her. A dark drape of murkiness covered up the light. There on the shroud, like a big screen of wickedness, played the chasms of her personal goo. Images meant to torment, a beat down of the soul. Her persona was merely a shell.

The shadow goo was smart. Disguised with just a smile. Her happiness an eerie mask meant to project the goodness of the light. Her heart it did beat of solitude, kind words brought only despair. From the corner of her smile, behind the eerie mask, one single tear began to fall.

The shadow goo took pity. “How had this single tear escaped?” arrogantly it asked. Under the murky vale, with a deformed yellow, sibilance of an eye, it did peak. But to peak, the shroud must first be lifted.

With the ease of angel hands, shadow goo pulled back the shroud, its ego now challenging the light. Roars of sinister chuckling spewed forth and defiance teased the light. From the darken drool came a gooey choke, “This one is mine, you can not save her.”

The light it stayed mute. Blocked out the sinister chuckles, combated defiance by standing firm within the room. Light met the eyes of evil, called out the gooey one. Then before that single tear could fall, pierced the murky shroud.

She awoke in daylight, no worse for wear. Her soul it did tremble as dust floated upon the light. Her heart spoke of a battle, one won by the speed of light and she smiled. A mere mask no more.

The message from the light…

Add goo-be-gone to your shopping list.

Peace





19 comments:

Roland D. Yeomans said, 

If you could create Goo-Be-Gone, the world would beat a path to your door!

November 12, 2010 at 9:24 AM  
Karen Lange said, 

Yes, that Goo Gone is great stuff! :)
Have a wonderful weekend,
Karen

November 12, 2010 at 9:44 AM  
Summer Ross said, 

Wonderful descriptions Jules.

And yeah if goo be gone was ever created you'd have a line for it. lol

Have a wonderful weekend!

November 12, 2010 at 10:28 AM  
N. R. Williams said, 

I could use goo-be-gone though I'm sure you weren't thinking of the mess two three year olds can create. LOL
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November 12, 2010 at 11:18 AM  
Alex J. Cavanaugh said, 

You excel at these! So expressive.

November 12, 2010 at 4:21 PM  
Melissa said, 

These are some crazy good descriptions girl!

Could you actually make this goo be gone? Because I think I need some in my house.

November 12, 2010 at 6:10 PM  
welcome to my world of poetry said, 

Hi Jules for all the support you have given me which is much appreciated there is an award on my Christmas Shopping blog.

Yvonne.

November 13, 2010 at 11:24 AM  
Bossy Betty said, 

Oh,,,,,if I have some Goo-Be-Gone, I'd share it with you!

November 13, 2010 at 11:43 AM  
floweringmama said, 

Wow. Again, you just draw me in and I can't wait to get to the end them am so disappointed when I do.

November 13, 2010 at 1:08 PM  
The Golden Eagle said, 

Goo Be Gone is handy stuff!

Love the writing.

November 13, 2010 at 2:50 PM  
The Words Crafter said, 

shadowy goo....I like that!

November 13, 2010 at 2:58 PM  
L'Aussie said, 

Goo Be Gone, now there's a great invention. Jules, as always, your prose sparkles. Thanks for this great example of your talent..:)

November 13, 2010 at 5:55 PM  
Danette said, 

Goo-Be-Gone is the bomb! Got old gum that had been ground into the carpet out when I moved out of the last house I lived in. It was terrific! I have to have that stuff when I have children around. Construction workers use it to clean up really nasty messes. Great description! LOL

November 13, 2010 at 6:02 PM  
Jules said, 

Thanks guys for the lovely words :)

No children were present in the dreaming of this story. Of course you know the "GOO" is a metaphor. My cure...

Another 50 bags of leaves collected. Manual labor does wonders for your spirit.

Peace and a great weekend to all.

Yvonne, thank you again my friend.

November 13, 2010 at 6:52 PM  
Paula said, 

Loved this story. Took me some time to figure what Goo means. Thanks for expanding my vocabulary at teh same time while writing such expressive stories! Hugs to you

November 15, 2010 at 12:03 PM  
Velvet Over Steel said, 

Ha.. I Love that stuff too! Use it all the time. & as usual, you wrote about 'it' with great style and creativity!! Loved it!

Have a wonderful week!!
Hugs,
Coreen

November 15, 2010 at 11:23 PM  
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