ShazzyBear
12-17-2012, 04:12 PM
Looking ahead, I saw nothing but the all consuming darkness.
There was no guiding light of the moon; no flecks of white dust that were suppose to float with the black blanket above my head.
I shuddered, though I wasn't cold. I didn't think I was anything: Just melted in with the darkness.
Silence. I strained my ears, lying to myself that I wasn't the only one left. I was forcing myself to see something that would never be there.
That's why I froze when the street lamps went on around me, opening their eyes and unleashing their baleful glare, illuminating nothing visible to my mortal sight - If that's what it was now.
First of all, I couldn't see anything, and this - strangely - scared me more then the darkness I had...Lived... through. The brightness had blinded me. How ironic.
When I found the power to open my eyes, surprisingly it wasn't the laughing lights that drew my attention - even after...how long?
There was movement, far off in the distance. Squinting, I prepared to call out. I couldn't remember what my voice sounded like - the excitement bubbled and splashed until it was about to spill out - like chemical reactions in science class back when...
Just when my excitement reached its peak, a lid slammed down. The excitement wavered, hovering, before it crashed back down, ready to be replaced by a steadily growing fear.
The movement I saw was the fingers of darkness and despair closing in on me. As it got closer, I could feel its hunger and hear the snap as the lights it reached out and grabbed died.
I turned, running in the opposite direction from the agonizing sight. There was a gradually growing light that outshone the beacons which were the street lamps - so i headed towards that, following my gut instinct.
My trainer's slapped loudly on what i presumed was concrete. They were unsynchronised with each other and my pounding heart, creating and unending; unbearable thumping beat that bounced off the walls of my brain.
But the darkness was pursuing me unrelenting. I had to cross to the 'other side' before i was stuck in this in-between place forever.
The despair that was quickly catching up reminded me of why i was dead in the first place - lies. They gnawed on my conscience like ravenous wolves.
The light was just inches away so I made a frantic leap... but was grabbed by the ankle by a disheveled, cold, clawed hand.
I screamed, but was dragged into the pain of forever where not just my lies would eat away at me.
This was a short, simple piece of warm up writing that I decided to share - tips are appreciated, and I really hope you like!
There was no guiding light of the moon; no flecks of white dust that were suppose to float with the black blanket above my head.
I shuddered, though I wasn't cold. I didn't think I was anything: Just melted in with the darkness.
Silence. I strained my ears, lying to myself that I wasn't the only one left. I was forcing myself to see something that would never be there.
That's why I froze when the street lamps went on around me, opening their eyes and unleashing their baleful glare, illuminating nothing visible to my mortal sight - If that's what it was now.
First of all, I couldn't see anything, and this - strangely - scared me more then the darkness I had...Lived... through. The brightness had blinded me. How ironic.
When I found the power to open my eyes, surprisingly it wasn't the laughing lights that drew my attention - even after...how long?
There was movement, far off in the distance. Squinting, I prepared to call out. I couldn't remember what my voice sounded like - the excitement bubbled and splashed until it was about to spill out - like chemical reactions in science class back when...
Just when my excitement reached its peak, a lid slammed down. The excitement wavered, hovering, before it crashed back down, ready to be replaced by a steadily growing fear.
The movement I saw was the fingers of darkness and despair closing in on me. As it got closer, I could feel its hunger and hear the snap as the lights it reached out and grabbed died.
I turned, running in the opposite direction from the agonizing sight. There was a gradually growing light that outshone the beacons which were the street lamps - so i headed towards that, following my gut instinct.
My trainer's slapped loudly on what i presumed was concrete. They were unsynchronised with each other and my pounding heart, creating and unending; unbearable thumping beat that bounced off the walls of my brain.
But the darkness was pursuing me unrelenting. I had to cross to the 'other side' before i was stuck in this in-between place forever.
The despair that was quickly catching up reminded me of why i was dead in the first place - lies. They gnawed on my conscience like ravenous wolves.
The light was just inches away so I made a frantic leap... but was grabbed by the ankle by a disheveled, cold, clawed hand.
I screamed, but was dragged into the pain of forever where not just my lies would eat away at me.
This was a short, simple piece of warm up writing that I decided to share - tips are appreciated, and I really hope you like!