Dancing in the Twilight Sun
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This was made when my style was not yet as defined. Please take that into consideration. Pretty much, I suck.
The shadows danced as the luminescent moon dodged between the night clouds.
The moonlight flickered through the hedges of a large estate near the center of London. The elaborate sandstone estate towered over the rest of the lodgings nearby and looked as if it were trying to reach the stars. The moon, quite tired of it's dancing, began to slow behind the clouds. As the illumination ceased, darkness crept in and surrounded the estate. Slowly, the darkness slid till all light was lost. One lone figure that could hardly be seen with the light was now submerged in the darkness of an underground cellar. The frigid winds chilled him to the bone as he awakened in confusion.
I awoke in a daze. Blood had crusted over my nostrils making it near impossible to breathe. I struggled to circulate my sore limbs as I discovered that I had been chained! The old rusted manacles, that held my hands, were piercing into my wrists causing me to bleed profusely. More blood, most of which was not my own, caked my body. Something occult was happening and I was in the middle of it. Dripping condensation from the barred window sill above me fell down onto my face. I let loose a sigh of relief as I allowed several minutes for the droplets to sooth my swollen face. My strength was returning as I rested. I observed the loose bolts that bonded the manacles to the wall. They looked weak with age and that any additional strain would cause them to break under the pressure. I rose into a squatting position as I ripped away at the manacles. The cuffs broke under my weight and I lay on the icy floor of the cellar. Slowly I stood, massaging feeling back into my arms and legs. The door of the cellar was open. I had to get out.
The heavy wooden door of the cellar opened to reveal a long corridor. Struggling to hold my body up, I limped down the corridor. Time stood still as I dragged myself. Each step was painful and my mind was still in a mess. Where was I? What happened? What sick perverted freaks would lock me up here? As I neared the end of the hallway, my thoughts were pushed aside as I heard voices. They were speaking in a horrible language which I could no comprehend. This is something that I would imagine an orc in bloodlust speaking. The chanting was invading my mind. I need to get out and the only other exit was up the long winding staircase that awaited me to my right. I pulled myself together and put the voices from my head. The staircase was surprisingly warm as I ascended. A soft fragrance caressed my senses as I continued my rising journey. Again, voice would assault my mind though these were different. Not harsh like the voices downstairs but the inviting voice of the devil. Lust was coursing through my body almost as if a powerful aphrodisiac were injected into my body. The door was made of a smooth wood and looked as if it were to open up and take me in to heaven. My wounds were healed as I vigorously reached for the handle. Again the voices were thrown from my mind as the sound of a nuclear attack broke the invitation. I hurried to escape, my lust forgotten, and continued my ascent.
Something unheard of was going on inside this building. The tension escalated in my body as I jumped with fright at the sound of thumping feet. My fright brought my senses to their peak as I searched for a way to hide from my kidnappers. A tiny crawl space, the size to fit a small barrel, was the only place that I could see. I squished my poorly fed body into the hole. I waited. My breath was hot on my body and the blood was trickling down my forehead as I continued to wait. The sounds of living beings were leaving. Silence overtook again. I lifted myself from the space and saw a statue made of marvelous marble. It was obviously a cult. In front of their divine savior was an altar jammed with sacrificial lambs, pigs, and even humans. Their sick religion caused the atmosphere itself to freeze. My mind was saying nothing more than run. I need to get away from this godforsaken place.
I ran. Faster and harder than ever before, I ran. My fright was so intense that I could feel the blood pump from my tiny heart. Rejection of the awful sight filled my body with adrenaline. It felt like my chest would explode as I slowed to a jog. The exit was before me. I could see a door at the far end of this generator room. The humming of engines buzzed in my ears and steam obscured my vision. I zipped through the piping and small walkways of the room. My only goal was to reach the door and get out. The endorphins were slowly dying off and my weariness returned. I could see the last walkway but I was not looking at it. Instead, I was looking at the pit that sprawled beneath the narrow catwalk. A vat of water, the size of a miniature lake, was being funneled and turning the turbines. My motor skills failed me as my pace slowed to that of a baby infant. I crawled with all my energy, willing myself to make it out.
The door was not as small as I thought it was. Rather, it was huge. The tiny black door was no more as I looked into the splintered wood of a great chestnut coloured gate. I lifted the crossbar and pushed. The door squeaked open and revealed a courtyard. It was nothing like the courtyard of a king. A graveyard would be a more appropriate name. Littered all over the courtyard were tombstones. Cracked and broken, these served as the graves of countless souls that were sacrificed to the horrific god. I reached out to touch the stone. My hands were gnarled and painful. Lancing agony leapt through my arm as I felt the cool surface of the tombstone.
I left the premise. My mind was numbed at the scenes that I saw. I walked alone across the countryside highways. I felt unfit to return to society. I took notice of the rumbling roads of the busy traffic. Their speedometers were stopped. I forced my broken body over a bridge, not nearly as frightening as the generator catwalk. I felt time slow again. My shoeless toes could feel every bit of filth on the icy asphalt. My own speedometer was declining. I felt no more. No more suffering, bleeding, or hiding. I had escaped my demise. I was free.
The shadows danced as the luminescent moon dodged between the night clouds.
The moonlight flickered through the hedges of a large estate near the center of London. The elaborate sandstone estate towered over the rest of the lodgings nearby and looked as if it were trying to reach the stars. The moon, quite tired of it's dancing, began to slow behind the clouds. As the illumination ceased, darkness crept in and surrounded the estate. Slowly, the darkness slid till all light was lost. One lone figure that could hardly be seen with the light was now submerged in the darkness of an underground cellar. The frigid winds chilled him to the bone as he awakened in confusion.
I awoke in a daze. Blood had crusted over my nostrils making it near impossible to breathe. I struggled to circulate my sore limbs as I discovered that I had been chained! The old rusted manacles, that held my hands, were piercing into my wrists causing me to bleed profusely. More blood, most of which was not my own, caked my body. Something occult was happening and I was in the middle of it. Dripping condensation from the barred window sill above me fell down onto my face. I let loose a sigh of relief as I allowed several minutes for the droplets to sooth my swollen face. My strength was returning as I rested. I observed the loose bolts that bonded the manacles to the wall. They looked weak with age and that any additional strain would cause them to break under the pressure. I rose into a squatting position as I ripped away at the manacles. The cuffs broke under my weight and I lay on the icy floor of the cellar. Slowly I stood, massaging feeling back into my arms and legs. The door of the cellar was open. I had to get out.
The heavy wooden door of the cellar opened to reveal a long corridor. Struggling to hold my body up, I limped down the corridor. Time stood still as I dragged myself. Each step was painful and my mind was still in a mess. Where was I? What happened? What sick perverted freaks would lock me up here? As I neared the end of the hallway, my thoughts were pushed aside as I heard voices. They were speaking in a horrible language which I could no comprehend. This is something that I would imagine an orc in bloodlust speaking. The chanting was invading my mind. I need to get out and the only other exit was up the long winding staircase that awaited me to my right. I pulled myself together and put the voices from my head. The staircase was surprisingly warm as I ascended. A soft fragrance caressed my senses as I continued my rising journey. Again, voice would assault my mind though these were different. Not harsh like the voices downstairs but the inviting voice of the devil. Lust was coursing through my body almost as if a powerful aphrodisiac were injected into my body. The door was made of a smooth wood and looked as if it were to open up and take me in to heaven. My wounds were healed as I vigorously reached for the handle. Again the voices were thrown from my mind as the sound of a nuclear attack broke the invitation. I hurried to escape, my lust forgotten, and continued my ascent.
Something unheard of was going on inside this building. The tension escalated in my body as I jumped with fright at the sound of thumping feet. My fright brought my senses to their peak as I searched for a way to hide from my kidnappers. A tiny crawl space, the size to fit a small barrel, was the only place that I could see. I squished my poorly fed body into the hole. I waited. My breath was hot on my body and the blood was trickling down my forehead as I continued to wait. The sounds of living beings were leaving. Silence overtook again. I lifted myself from the space and saw a statue made of marvelous marble. It was obviously a cult. In front of their divine savior was an altar jammed with sacrificial lambs, pigs, and even humans. Their sick religion caused the atmosphere itself to freeze. My mind was saying nothing more than run. I need to get away from this godforsaken place.
I ran. Faster and harder than ever before, I ran. My fright was so intense that I could feel the blood pump from my tiny heart. Rejection of the awful sight filled my body with adrenaline. It felt like my chest would explode as I slowed to a jog. The exit was before me. I could see a door at the far end of this generator room. The humming of engines buzzed in my ears and steam obscured my vision. I zipped through the piping and small walkways of the room. My only goal was to reach the door and get out. The endorphins were slowly dying off and my weariness returned. I could see the last walkway but I was not looking at it. Instead, I was looking at the pit that sprawled beneath the narrow catwalk. A vat of water, the size of a miniature lake, was being funneled and turning the turbines. My motor skills failed me as my pace slowed to that of a baby infant. I crawled with all my energy, willing myself to make it out.
The door was not as small as I thought it was. Rather, it was huge. The tiny black door was no more as I looked into the splintered wood of a great chestnut coloured gate. I lifted the crossbar and pushed. The door squeaked open and revealed a courtyard. It was nothing like the courtyard of a king. A graveyard would be a more appropriate name. Littered all over the courtyard were tombstones. Cracked and broken, these served as the graves of countless souls that were sacrificed to the horrific god. I reached out to touch the stone. My hands were gnarled and painful. Lancing agony leapt through my arm as I felt the cool surface of the tombstone.
I left the premise. My mind was numbed at the scenes that I saw. I walked alone across the countryside highways. I felt unfit to return to society. I took notice of the rumbling roads of the busy traffic. Their speedometers were stopped. I forced my broken body over a bridge, not nearly as frightening as the generator catwalk. I felt time slow again. My shoeless toes could feel every bit of filth on the icy asphalt. My own speedometer was declining. I felt no more. No more suffering, bleeding, or hiding. I had escaped my demise. I was free.