Ficlet Challenge #31
Title: Singularity
Summary: "But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad."
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Characters/Pairings: mentions of Remus Lupin
Genre: Uhhh ... I'm open for suggestions?
Rating/Warnings: PG, for that weird spooky wtf-ness
Word Count: 353
It was a unique situation to be built just for one person. One animal. One being. Yes, being. The strategic placement of wooden boards to build a house. Not a normal house, though. No, something much more. A safe haven for someone as tortured as I would once be. Someone as equally misunderstood. The boards went up, one by one. No fixtues, no lights, next to no feelings of home. No way in from the outside. The only way to begin to comprehend was to find the secret. When I was built, he was ten. Ten years young. Things are different in a life like mine, though. He was barely born then, and needed a place to be safe, and that was what I was to do. In a world where people discriminate, accuse, and hate, I was to be the one place he could come every month in escape. He would escape from his mortal being then, into the wilderness of his mind. Seven short years that lasted, and I waited. I waited for someone to come and fill me in that scary world. People were scared of me, claiming that I was the most haunted place in the world. I was the wildness there. Alone for years tortured by my own grief I waited for someone to return. The world changed then. Remus "Mooney" Lupin grew up and moved on, but I remained. With no purpose, I took on my next role. I would keep those away. Some day in the future I would be of use again, but until that point I would lash at anyone who came close. I drove person after person away, never really knowing and simply hoping that someone would figure out my secret. Thus I waited, fearing those who came close as readily as they feared me.
I did everything to live up to my name. The squeak of boards or rushing of air around me, it proved who I was. I screamed in torment and anguish.It became delight to watch them run in horror. It was clear. I was... am the Shrieking Shack.
353/50 = 7
Challenge = 5
12 total points for Gryffindor
Summary: "But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad."
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Characters/Pairings: mentions of Remus Lupin
Genre: Uhhh ... I'm open for suggestions?
Rating/Warnings: PG, for that weird spooky wtf-ness
Word Count: 353
It was a unique situation to be built just for one person. One animal. One being. Yes, being. The strategic placement of wooden boards to build a house. Not a normal house, though. No, something much more. A safe haven for someone as tortured as I would once be. Someone as equally misunderstood. The boards went up, one by one. No fixtues, no lights, next to no feelings of home. No way in from the outside. The only way to begin to comprehend was to find the secret. When I was built, he was ten. Ten years young. Things are different in a life like mine, though. He was barely born then, and needed a place to be safe, and that was what I was to do. In a world where people discriminate, accuse, and hate, I was to be the one place he could come every month in escape. He would escape from his mortal being then, into the wilderness of his mind. Seven short years that lasted, and I waited. I waited for someone to come and fill me in that scary world. People were scared of me, claiming that I was the most haunted place in the world. I was the wildness there. Alone for years tortured by my own grief I waited for someone to return. The world changed then. Remus "Mooney" Lupin grew up and moved on, but I remained. With no purpose, I took on my next role. I would keep those away. Some day in the future I would be of use again, but until that point I would lash at anyone who came close. I drove person after person away, never really knowing and simply hoping that someone would figure out my secret. Thus I waited, fearing those who came close as readily as they feared me.
I did everything to live up to my name. The squeak of boards or rushing of air around me, it proved who I was. I screamed in torment and anguish.It became delight to watch them run in horror. It was clear. I was... am the Shrieking Shack.
353/50 = 7
Challenge = 5
12 total points for Gryffindor