Clocks and Volcanoes

This next one has a bit of a story with the name. Often times I download the songs to my mp3 player where I listen to them for a while before I decide I want to write about them. The download track name is not always the same as the given name on the website, which is what I assume the artist would rather have their piece be called. The download name, the name by which I knew this track, was "clock", so keeping that in mind, I titled this little story bit "Clocks and Volcanoes". It turns out that Gooseworx named this track "Stuck In Time", and it is actually part of  a set designed for a video game. Oops..my bad. Oh well, here is "Stuck In Time" and my imaginative (or maybe not so much) interpretation of the music, "Clocks and Volcanoes". Enjoy!


Edaline Iktacide- Stuck in Time by Gooseworx



     "I wonder where they are taking me..", thought little Tommy Gunderson to himself as he stared at the red rocky ceiling far above him. Leaning back in his woven throne, Tommy swayed slightly to the beat of a tribal drum somewhere far away inside the cavern. (.12)
     How Tommy got there, he didn't know. All he could remember was peering through the lush tree tops, gunny sac in hand as his torn and dirty shorts hugged the rough trunk. He remembered reaching for a piece of fruit just beyond his grasp when a sudden quiet whistle flew past his arm. He remembered the slight sting in his shoulder and he remembered turning his head to see the feathered dart stuck in his deltoid, where a tiny drop of blood oozed out.
     What Tommy didn't remember was falling from the tree. or the virtually silent approach of several short and deeply tanned men. He didn't remember being put into the chair or decorated with a feather headband and bracelets, (.31) but boy was he paying attention now!
    Six of the tiny men carried his roughly hewn chair along a smooth stone pathway and he could see over their brown heads the seemingly endless lines of similar men who lined the unimaginably long path to somewhere. Just beyond the wall of little creatures, the stone (.40) seemed to drop off a few feet. Tommy couldn't see what was down there, for the torchlight did little for his vision. (.47) Tommy could, however, hear the ominously thick bubbling noise and feel the intense heat that made his brow drip with sweat. He could smell the sulfur, and though he didn't know what sulfur was, he knew it smelled bad. Bad enough for the little boy's imagination to take over and compile every adventure story he had ever read into one gruesome, but true, picture. He knew enough to be anxious about what was surely a bubbling vat of molten lava just a few feet from his floating throne, creeping up on the path inside what must surely be a huge volcanic crater.
     Boom Boom Boom Boom (1.06) went the drum from somewhere a bit closer than before. His chair swayed from side to side as the little men walked with the beat. It was getting lighter and the heat more intense, and he began to make out the outlines of a group of people some distance away. Wood smoke filled his nostrils and he shuddered as his imagination quickly conjured up a few hundred ways to torture a captive by fire, all of which ended in a feast for those remaining. He hoped desperately that he would be one of the ones eating rather than the one...gulp...being eaten.
     Sitting back in his chair, he took a few breaths (1.22). They were nearing the circle now, and where simple curiosity had started, his apprehension was quickly growing into fear. Tommy whispered loudly to the man on his left, "Um, excuse me, where are we going?" The man turned his painted face and grinned with maniacal laughter as his large black eyes looked straight into Tommy's terrified face. (1.43)
     Closer and closer now, Tommy's breathing grew rapid as the large fire came into view, surrounded by hundreds of little men marching off smaller paths and into the large inter-volcanic island. Smoke and steam seemed to shoot up from everywhere and just before they (1.52) entered the ring of tribal people and faced his certain impending doom, they took a sharp right turn on an empty and narrow path. The six little men marched Tommy into the darkness of a tunnel, away from the fire, still swaying to the tribal beat. (2.01)