lararoxs
05-02-09, 21:05
Here's some writing I did a couple of nights ago, just putting thoughts on 'paper' shall we say. Constructive criticizum is welcomed as I havent really done much writing! It's more of a thing I do to relax or on the spur of the moment or idea. Like I said any input from you creative bunch would be greatly recieved!:hug: Title should be an 'i' not a 'y' I know!:o
A dark tunnel was all there was. No shapes or patterns, no lines or distinctive markings but one power source flickering in the distance. Far away, the dim glow shifts and alters its position, changing your perspective, from one angle to another. Blurs that were barely visible before are gone, vanished and smothered into the bleakness. Nothing more than a spine chilling atmosphere grips the tunnel and refuses to let go. The further you venture the more it consumes you…
The lack of light reconstructed the figure from what seemed to be a human male to nothing more than grains of sand in a summer’s breeze. In between each glimmer of light that shone the grains would collect and appear in the continuously reappearing figure of a man. The light is absorbed and the man is gone, shattered into pieces, only to materialise out of the gloom into what seems to be the same figure, etching its way forward.
Broken glass and debris littered the concrete floor, half tiled, half bare. He moves yet he makes no sound.
*UPDATE*
He creeps silently towards the emptiness. Flicker by flicker, glimpse by glimpse. Dust clings to the air like smoke, twisting and turning through the spaces. The figure moves set on a destination. Slowly movement grips his ‘body’ and jerks it forward, disappearing from view for a split second. The closer he moves the more microscopic the light becomes. The happiness drained, life sucked from the claustrophobic enclosure.
A dark tunnel was all there was. No shapes or patterns, no lines or distinctive markings but one power source flickering in the distance. Far away, the dim glow shifts and alters its position, changing your perspective, from one angle to another. Blurs that were barely visible before are gone, vanished and smothered into the bleakness. Nothing more than a spine chilling atmosphere grips the tunnel and refuses to let go. The further you venture the more it consumes you…
The lack of light reconstructed the figure from what seemed to be a human male to nothing more than grains of sand in a summer’s breeze. In between each glimmer of light that shone the grains would collect and appear in the continuously reappearing figure of a man. The light is absorbed and the man is gone, shattered into pieces, only to materialise out of the gloom into what seems to be the same figure, etching its way forward.
Broken glass and debris littered the concrete floor, half tiled, half bare. He moves yet he makes no sound.
*UPDATE*
He creeps silently towards the emptiness. Flicker by flicker, glimpse by glimpse. Dust clings to the air like smoke, twisting and turning through the spaces. The figure moves set on a destination. Slowly movement grips his ‘body’ and jerks it forward, disappearing from view for a split second. The closer he moves the more microscopic the light becomes. The happiness drained, life sucked from the claustrophobic enclosure.