Mr. Bones Wild Ride
It's been two years, I think. I've seen the seasons change, the days pass and I've done my best to keep my thoughts focused- This ride ended at one point, right? I mean, I got on it with dozens of others, each one of us looking for an escape, some fun from our daily lives. How can this be considered amusement to someone? I sit back and scratch my beard. I don't know what this is doing to my perception of time, but I know it's been a very long time. Why haven't I starved to death? Why haven't I died of dehydration? The people in the front cart keep ranting to themselves, "I want to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride" and laughing maniacally when we hit a turn, hoping it is the last, but .. the end never comes. My sanity has to be affected. I saw my wife the other day, someone I had a falling out with years ago. I'm so hungry, but I don't feel the need to eat. I shift and try to get comfortable on the hard plastic seat and do my best to shove at the safety bar- But nothing.
The skeleton I passed six weeks ago cackled. "NO ONE EVER LEAVES!" I remember, because I saw it just two days ago, along with a handful of the unfortunate people who tore themselves free from the safety bars. Inhuman, sniveling wretches feasting on the wildlife that's been trapped in here by the fences, each howling at us as we pass with the saddest expression to their eyes. Some had missing limbs, some had missing teeth. They didn't wait for the ride to end, so I suppose they'd be stuck here forever.
Will I become like them? I don't know. It's night now. It was just day- Or was it? I can't .. I can't seem to focus and cut through the fog. I want to get off this ride, but the ride won't end. I've forgotten almost everything aside from my name, the end of the ride and the face of my wife. I want to get off of Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. I need to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. I will to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. Maybe I can slip free. If only my arm wasn't in the way, I could just slip under the bar and run for the fences. I don't have anything sharp. I - I suppose I'll use my teeth. If the ride doesn't end in a month, I'm going to give it a try. I have to see the world again. I'm going to get off of Mr. Bone's Wild Ride.
* * *
The ride ended. We stepped off, with no one to greet us. The wind was cold, the sky was cloudy and I think it's winter. That's not really important, however. The park is rusted, abandoned, with thick hedges and impassable fences on each side of the path. I caught brief glimpses of the forest- It's grown into the park, and the old Ferris wheel I briefly saw on my arrival was partially collapsed.
The ride is over. Several of us cheered. Some of us wept. I did, to be perfectly honest. The hell was over. We wandered as a group down the path, struggling on weak legs and joints, only to reach the end- And arrive at the entrance of the ride. We looked behind us. The path was closed off by a hedgerow. This can't be possible. We're trapped here. The ride never ends because it never began and it - It's not going to ever end because if we get on it, the path will just lead us back to the entrance- Some of the other riders began to scream in anguish. I shook my head in disbelief. We- We have to get free from this. "ENJOY MR. BONE'S WILD RIDE, THE RIDE THAT NEVER ENDS!" A voice from the animatronic booms, with the distant sound effect reel of a haunted house playing. I feel the warmth of tears running down my cheeks. I have to spare the others from another three years of this.
I wander up to the empty tollbooth of the ride and climb in. My eyes drift, exhausted, across the floor- Something.. Something that can be used to free us. I find a piece of rusted metal. I do my best to bend it- And it snaps lengthwise, sharp as a razor. I step out of the booth and look to the others. "I .. I .. have to .." I mutter under my breath, staring at each one of them. Some try to argue with me, telling me the path may open up again soon. I shake my head. Three years of this and we're back at the start. I'm not going through it again, I scream at them, brandishing the shard of metal. I don't have the strength to go through with my plan of saving the others. I try- I manage to cut one of the other men as he tries to wrestle the metal away, but the cut is only superficial.
"NO ONE EVER LEAVES!" The voice boomed with a maniacal laugh. "NO ONE CAN ESCAPE FROM MR. BONES!" I shake my head. The others pin me down and talk sense into me. I can't control my grief. I tell them I'm sorry. The man I cut forgives me. He tells me they're all just as scared as I am. We're not getting back on the ride.
Fuck you, Mr. Bones. We can refuse to play and get involved. We manage to start a fire from floorboards and length of hedge. It keeps us warm through the night. When we wake up in the morning, a familiar safety bar is pressed against the center of my torso. I'm back on the track. Everyone else is too, but haven't woken up to realize it. I try to shove at the bar. It's locked in place. Familiar music begins to play. I drop against the bar, burying my bearded face in my hands. I can't stop crying. Three more years of this. No one ever leaves Mr. Bone's Wild Ride.
Inspired by:
ч. 1: http://i.imgur.com/U71Yt7X.jpg
ч. 2: http://i.imgur.com/Yox01Eh.jpg
The skeleton I passed six weeks ago cackled. "NO ONE EVER LEAVES!" I remember, because I saw it just two days ago, along with a handful of the unfortunate people who tore themselves free from the safety bars. Inhuman, sniveling wretches feasting on the wildlife that's been trapped in here by the fences, each howling at us as we pass with the saddest expression to their eyes. Some had missing limbs, some had missing teeth. They didn't wait for the ride to end, so I suppose they'd be stuck here forever.
Will I become like them? I don't know. It's night now. It was just day- Or was it? I can't .. I can't seem to focus and cut through the fog. I want to get off this ride, but the ride won't end. I've forgotten almost everything aside from my name, the end of the ride and the face of my wife. I want to get off of Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. I need to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. I will to get off Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. Maybe I can slip free. If only my arm wasn't in the way, I could just slip under the bar and run for the fences. I don't have anything sharp. I - I suppose I'll use my teeth. If the ride doesn't end in a month, I'm going to give it a try. I have to see the world again. I'm going to get off of Mr. Bone's Wild Ride.
* * *
The ride ended. We stepped off, with no one to greet us. The wind was cold, the sky was cloudy and I think it's winter. That's not really important, however. The park is rusted, abandoned, with thick hedges and impassable fences on each side of the path. I caught brief glimpses of the forest- It's grown into the park, and the old Ferris wheel I briefly saw on my arrival was partially collapsed.
The ride is over. Several of us cheered. Some of us wept. I did, to be perfectly honest. The hell was over. We wandered as a group down the path, struggling on weak legs and joints, only to reach the end- And arrive at the entrance of the ride. We looked behind us. The path was closed off by a hedgerow. This can't be possible. We're trapped here. The ride never ends because it never began and it - It's not going to ever end because if we get on it, the path will just lead us back to the entrance- Some of the other riders began to scream in anguish. I shook my head in disbelief. We- We have to get free from this. "ENJOY MR. BONE'S WILD RIDE, THE RIDE THAT NEVER ENDS!" A voice from the animatronic booms, with the distant sound effect reel of a haunted house playing. I feel the warmth of tears running down my cheeks. I have to spare the others from another three years of this.
I wander up to the empty tollbooth of the ride and climb in. My eyes drift, exhausted, across the floor- Something.. Something that can be used to free us. I find a piece of rusted metal. I do my best to bend it- And it snaps lengthwise, sharp as a razor. I step out of the booth and look to the others. "I .. I .. have to .." I mutter under my breath, staring at each one of them. Some try to argue with me, telling me the path may open up again soon. I shake my head. Three years of this and we're back at the start. I'm not going through it again, I scream at them, brandishing the shard of metal. I don't have the strength to go through with my plan of saving the others. I try- I manage to cut one of the other men as he tries to wrestle the metal away, but the cut is only superficial.
"NO ONE EVER LEAVES!" The voice boomed with a maniacal laugh. "NO ONE CAN ESCAPE FROM MR. BONES!" I shake my head. The others pin me down and talk sense into me. I can't control my grief. I tell them I'm sorry. The man I cut forgives me. He tells me they're all just as scared as I am. We're not getting back on the ride.
Fuck you, Mr. Bones. We can refuse to play and get involved. We manage to start a fire from floorboards and length of hedge. It keeps us warm through the night. When we wake up in the morning, a familiar safety bar is pressed against the center of my torso. I'm back on the track. Everyone else is too, but haven't woken up to realize it. I try to shove at the bar. It's locked in place. Familiar music begins to play. I drop against the bar, burying my bearded face in my hands. I can't stop crying. Three more years of this. No one ever leaves Mr. Bone's Wild Ride.
Inspired by:
ч. 1: http://i.imgur.com/U71Yt7X.jpg
ч. 2: http://i.imgur.com/Yox01Eh.jpg
