Yet more fragments from my mind. Here is a short story I found that I had started in an untitled document.
The man stumbled through the thick
undergrowth of the rainforest. The slick mud and rotting foliage made
traction nearly impossible. The bullet in his left hamstring burned
with every step and fire shot through his leg. Infection was a
surety, the moist air, the pained nights of restless sleep, and lack
of medical supplies made it an eventuality which he did not relish.
Rick knew he was finished. The
operation went to hell in a hand basket before his team landed. The
discjet had barely touched down when a rocket screamed into their
staging area. The aircraft was a complete loss. Ambushed, the
surviving commandos fought with everything they had. Rick had been
shot in the leg, when he fell he was knocked unconscious after his
head collided with a stone on the ground. The lone survivor of his
team, the guerreros must have thought him dead when they left
the remains of the discjet and the corpses of his comrades behind
them.
There was wildlife that defied
comprehension in this jungle. The genetic engineering projects of the
past three decades had made creatures that were incredibly well
adapted to survive. The most bothersome of these were the hunter
moles. Their sharp digging claws and incredibly powerful jaws made
them gruesome to contend with. It was rumored that the moles were
hybridized with wolverine and mongoose stock to create a half blind
predator with little regard for the size of its intended victims.
Rick had knifed three his first day in the rainforest. They were
quick and his pants were shredded around his shins and calves.
Hour after aching hour he trudged
through the jungle. It had been at least a week since the discjet was
lost.
Here is a first draft poem fragment I found in my Google Docs.
Do not be obsessed with death
It is unknown and unknowable
Rather be concerned with life
Live fully, happily, and waste no breath
We are not strangers
Death and I are well acquainted
Our first meeting I was five
Still unaware of the dangers
Of my own body, attacking
Itself on many levels
It is varied and ever causing strife
And compassion it is certainly lacking
Do what you love, there is little time
Follow it thoroughly, do not quit
Of pleasure, yourself do not deprive
Every incursion on your enjoyment
