Friday, May 08, 2009

a macabre story

Drawings based on dreams: Part 2

Once when I was sleeping I invented a story about a town that held a flower contest every year.  In the story, the flower contest was very important, so everyone wanted to win.  There was one man who wanted to win very badly.  I am not sure why he wanted to win.  Maybe it had to do with his childhood, or maybe he wanted to impress somebody he loved.

Anyway, for him it became an obsession, even though he would come in last place every year.  Over time he grew very strange and lonely from working so much to improve his flowers.  His heart grew very dark.

After many years no one saw this man anymore, but he was in his house creating strange and ghastly plans. 

He invented a way of planting flowers where he would put the seed inside the mouth of a head and plant it so that all of that person’s ideas would go into the flower and make it beautiful.  He experimented and it was working and producing beautiful, odd, and wonderful flowers.

Soon though he became very deranged with power, and started committing murders of neighborhood children in order to steal their heads to plant his flowers. 

His garden grows more and more exotic and amazing because of all the ideas going into the flowers until one day, the children became zombies and came back for their heads.

The story ends with the zombies parading through town with these giant flowers on their heads that have grown because of all the ideas in their heads.