Writer's block
Auch, I'm sorry I never post anymore. I've just not felt like it. But, to let you know that I'm alive, here is something I wrote last week at Writers Club (something I attend pretty much ever week together with some friends).
It’s dark.
It’s so awfully dark.
I strain to reach the surface, to escape the embrace of the chilling water around me. My lungs aren’t burning to be filled with life preserving oxygen. They haven’t need it for countless centuries, yet I still feel the panic when the cold liquid fills them up as the reflex of breathing pulls water into my body. I feel heavier and my movements grow sluggish as I push myself upwards.
No, it is not the fear of drowning that is gripping my heart, but the all encompassing pressure of the body of water around me. That, and the absolute darkness, disabling my otherwise perfected vision. I widen my eyes, straining as I hope to catch just the slightest trace of light. The cold liquid stings slightly as it caresses the surface of my eyes with icy fingertips, but I do not blink.
If it hadn’t been for the pressure falling, I wouldn’t have known if I was even headed in the right direction.
I feel tired. It shouldn’t be possible. One of my age has almost limitless power, and yet I’m struggling with each stroke, with each kick.
I try to remember how I got here. Waking up in the boot of a car on the bottom of the bay, is not how I typically like to end an otherwise pleasurable night. In my heart of hearts I hope that I’m right about the car being dumped in the bay, otherwise I’ll have a hard time getting to the shore.
Finally I see something like a silhouette above me. I keep looking at it, hoping that my mind isn’t just making up shapes out of boredom. I’m right. The small amount of light that’s reaching this depth is revealing something round above me, Something is actually rocking back and forth on the surface.
I break the surface next to a buoy. I grab hold of it, looking around me to determine where to go from here. Behind me there’s a faint strip of minute lights. The beach.
I start retching, throwing up as the saltwater is rejected by my body. Funny how those basic bodily functions are still in use after so many years. The sensation is uncomfortable, yet curious. I haven’t experienced it since I was human.
This is from my most recent character; Dresden's story.
I should really start writing more often.
It’s dark.
It’s so awfully dark.
I strain to reach the surface, to escape the embrace of the chilling water around me. My lungs aren’t burning to be filled with life preserving oxygen. They haven’t need it for countless centuries, yet I still feel the panic when the cold liquid fills them up as the reflex of breathing pulls water into my body. I feel heavier and my movements grow sluggish as I push myself upwards.
No, it is not the fear of drowning that is gripping my heart, but the all encompassing pressure of the body of water around me. That, and the absolute darkness, disabling my otherwise perfected vision. I widen my eyes, straining as I hope to catch just the slightest trace of light. The cold liquid stings slightly as it caresses the surface of my eyes with icy fingertips, but I do not blink.
If it hadn’t been for the pressure falling, I wouldn’t have known if I was even headed in the right direction.
I feel tired. It shouldn’t be possible. One of my age has almost limitless power, and yet I’m struggling with each stroke, with each kick.
I try to remember how I got here. Waking up in the boot of a car on the bottom of the bay, is not how I typically like to end an otherwise pleasurable night. In my heart of hearts I hope that I’m right about the car being dumped in the bay, otherwise I’ll have a hard time getting to the shore.
Finally I see something like a silhouette above me. I keep looking at it, hoping that my mind isn’t just making up shapes out of boredom. I’m right. The small amount of light that’s reaching this depth is revealing something round above me, Something is actually rocking back and forth on the surface.
I break the surface next to a buoy. I grab hold of it, looking around me to determine where to go from here. Behind me there’s a faint strip of minute lights. The beach.
I start retching, throwing up as the saltwater is rejected by my body. Funny how those basic bodily functions are still in use after so many years. The sensation is uncomfortable, yet curious. I haven’t experienced it since I was human.
This is from my most recent character; Dresden's story.
I should really start writing more often.