Oliver Pockets
04-23-2010, 12:04 PM
Abe was still in the study, his books surrounding him like spectators in a roman coliseum. He had moved to the large leather armchair sometime in the early morning, having reading through most of the night his bearded chin rested on his chest. He dreamt of the Henturi attacking his childhood village, it had been his first encounter with the creatures. The encounter had made him pledge to do all in his power to stop the Henturi from destroying the race of man; this battle had consumed his life for the past 50 years.
The sun was rising red in the east, the woman was awake and pulling back all the blackout curtains. The heavy drapes were the color of charcoal; they kept the house lights from being seen from unwelcome guests at night. The woman walked into the study and woke Abe by saying “Schroder is going to eat me the next time I walk by his room if you don’t get up to feed him soon.” “Hhhmpf ahem” growled a thinks to the woman as he slowly pushed himself out of his armchair.
Abe went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, quickly drank and turned to the wooden door in the back of the kitchen. Stairs led down to a stone floor, between the stones grew dark green moss; the air was damp and smelled slightly odd. The cellar was small and most of the space was taken up by an old icebox the odd smell was wafting out of the seams in the old refrigerators door. Abe took a deep swallow of air before he opened the door, inside was a stack of old and rotting meat. Abe used a pair of old hay hooks to pick up the meat, he quickly kicked the door of the icebox closed and hurried his way up the stairs, through the kitchen and down the hall to a large metal door that stood at the end of the passageway. He slid the meat through a small hinged door at the bottom of the steel door. A scuffling that was quickly followed by the sound of meat being torn and quickly eaten, heavy footsteps walked away from the door and a loud humming could be heard coming from the back of the room. “I’ll bring more before we leave “ said Abe; a light growl gently shook the door of the room. Abe walked back to the kitchen and washed his hands in a bucket of sand.
I would love to have your input/editorial skills/critical analysis/encouragement in any dose you deem necessary.
The sun was rising red in the east, the woman was awake and pulling back all the blackout curtains. The heavy drapes were the color of charcoal; they kept the house lights from being seen from unwelcome guests at night. The woman walked into the study and woke Abe by saying “Schroder is going to eat me the next time I walk by his room if you don’t get up to feed him soon.” “Hhhmpf ahem” growled a thinks to the woman as he slowly pushed himself out of his armchair.
Abe went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, quickly drank and turned to the wooden door in the back of the kitchen. Stairs led down to a stone floor, between the stones grew dark green moss; the air was damp and smelled slightly odd. The cellar was small and most of the space was taken up by an old icebox the odd smell was wafting out of the seams in the old refrigerators door. Abe took a deep swallow of air before he opened the door, inside was a stack of old and rotting meat. Abe used a pair of old hay hooks to pick up the meat, he quickly kicked the door of the icebox closed and hurried his way up the stairs, through the kitchen and down the hall to a large metal door that stood at the end of the passageway. He slid the meat through a small hinged door at the bottom of the steel door. A scuffling that was quickly followed by the sound of meat being torn and quickly eaten, heavy footsteps walked away from the door and a loud humming could be heard coming from the back of the room. “I’ll bring more before we leave “ said Abe; a light growl gently shook the door of the room. Abe walked back to the kitchen and washed his hands in a bucket of sand.
I would love to have your input/editorial skills/critical analysis/encouragement in any dose you deem necessary.