Highway 10

[Hauskaz]

Highway 10

The alarm clock rang, but he hit the off button instead of snooze. He wouldn't wake up until 1 PM that day.

The day went like any lazy weekend would, if you substituted Saturday for Wednesday. 2 PM breakfast, 8 PM lunch, and an 11:30 dinner, breaking up the void that was the rest of the day. At 1 AM, rather than retiring the young new day, he grabbed his suitcase and left.

Hideki's car was a Honda FD2, also known as the Civic Type R. Only available to the Japanese domestic market, he had it imported to Canada where its right-side steering wheel threw off his friends whenever they rode with him. The hassle and expense of arranging the freight was worth it to him though, with its 222 hp i-VTEC engine and sporty suspension framed by its glossy white exterior coat. He was a racing enthusiast and took pride in being undefeated at the local public track. Hideki rolled out of his garage and casually cruised onto the main roads.

Highway 10 was normally a busy transport road which ran north from the Greater Toronto Area to a number of small towns. At this time it was completely desolate, heightened by the dead calm of the clear winter night. Hideki kept the speed limit, coasting out of the city limits into Ontario's snow-covered farmland. He took his time to soak in the landmarks he remembered from his childhood; the rolling hills before Orangeville that ruined the transmission of his father's car, the Eddie Shack Donuts in Caledon that never managed to complete with the Tim Hortons franchise, The Super Burger in Shelburne where he threw up on the table after too many onion rings. The moon glowed with such soft intensity it almost made his headlights unnecessary, field after field radiating a blueish hue as he pulled over short of Collingwood, grabbed the suitcase and stepped out.

Absolute silence. He could almost hear the Milky Way twinkling in all its brilliance as it banded across the sky. Snow, barns and silos surrounded him in all directions. He stood at the side of the road for a good half hour, gazing down the road which seemed to magically transition into the sky at the horizon. After a sigh, he open the suitcase, pulled his handgun out, pointed it into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

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I'm so excited! I hope the gun wasn't real! More please!!!!!!

[Kazumi]

he killed himself??!! D :

[Admin]

I kind of completely love this story.

[Hauskaz]

Chapter 1

I often had this dream where I'm standing alone on an open highway in the middle of a crisp winter night. Nothing but my presence disturbed the peacefulness of my surroundings. Every time it was slightly different in some way, but there were usually nothing but snow-covered farm fields spanning to the horizon in every direction. Sometimes they were dotted with barns, farmhouses or cellphone towers, other times entirely vacant. The landscape would be rolling or flat. The sky was always perfectly clear though, dotted by the great depths of space and a full moon, which lit the scene a fittingly cool shade of blue. I was always alone but that was what I liked. It felt tranquil and comforting.

My mother and father were killed in what the police report called a botched mugging only months after my college graduation. They were stumbling home drunk at 3 AM on a Thursday morning when a figure appeared and stabbed them both after a struggle. They were found on the sidewalk the morning after ball gaged and dead from blood loss. My sister and I used their life insurance payout to pay the mortgage off the house and keep ourselves afloat until I found a job. It took a hard toll on her life. She alienated herself from her friends and her school work fell apart. I was there for Akemi though. Sometimes she would sob for hours while I sat there holding her. Over time she grew an affection for me that I didn't quite share. I feigned my interest for her more out of pity and guilt. Then one day, she kissed me and told me to make love to her. I obliged and took my sister's virginity.

After that, the act became fairly routine. I'd come home from work to find her naked and ready to go. It was convenient for the first few years, but her constant lusting eventually drained me and so I left her for an apartment closer to work. She hated me for this but still gave in to the occasional fuck when I did feel like it. I was all she really had left and she didn't want to lose it.

I never told her I killed our parents.

Also fuck this, half the stories were cut for not meeting the deadline.

[Hauskaz]

Chapter 2




That was actually a dream. Hideki then had sex with his sister's vagina.

[Hauskaz]

Chapter 3

There are several train tracks which run through the Greater Toronto Area. Some are active while others have not seen use in decades. Walking along one of these tracks would bring me directly to my girlfriend's house, which was incredibly convenient. Between there and the last major road, suburban development faded away surprisingly rapidly. It was difficult to remember that you were actually in a city looking around towards the trees and empty fields.

Close to the crossing on highway 10, which became Main Street in the city, sunk in a large ditch and hidden under significant foliage was this shed of some sort. One could not tell if it was ever painted or not as it had rotted completely black. I always wondered about its contents as I walked by it.

This reminds me that one time I had this idea about lunar landfills. Imagine the concept: a rocket would leave monthly carrying garbage to the moon to be dumped. The more reasonable idea would be to simply let it float away. I don't know what I was thinking at the time.

Anyways, I always figured a homeless person possibly lived in that shed, or that teenagers went there to do drugs and fuck. For those reasons I never did investigate it. I wish I did.

They say that you can hear the rumbling of faraway trains if you place your ear on the rail. One day I tried it but heard nothing, at least theoretically confirming the abandonment of that line. I was left somewhat disappointed though. I'm not sure what I was expecting really. On a really cold day I once crossed the tracks, which had frozen over in ice. That should have been proof enough.

But then one day while riding the transit bus, we stopped at the tracks like buses usually do for whatever reason, except the crossing lights were on. After waiting for what felt like at least 5 minutes, a single steam locomotive slowly passed on by. I didn't know what to make of it.

I never saw another train on that rail again.