something i just felt like writing tonight...not done though
Gradually down into the tray of killers, two ashes collide creating a distribution of the tiny particles. In one of the particles of ash, you can see a world of men and women moving about a world that is gray and filled with that famous element of destruction. Devastation with a touch of smoke has swallowed these people whole feeding on them until there is nothing left to feed upon. Suddenly, you see an enormous building that surpasses the sky. You see it grow larger amongst the walking zombies creating holes in the ground that ravage a bulky group of the gloomy trotters. It happens once more but destroying even a larger group. Things become tense and hearts jump from fear. You are now placed in the terrifying scene. Your senses swiftly catch on to the new scenery smelling the fire and piles of ashes. The building grows even more rapidly. Throughout the depressing and dangerous terrain, the deep, murdering holes appear like wild fire. Masses are killed all around. There is no one left in sight. You freeze without your permission like your legs all of a sudden went on strike. The sky scraper laughs with a demonic sound. The deadly holes sniffed you out and are now on your scent.
They are your predators and you are their prey. The hunt is on but wait there is no more hunting necessary for one of the holes has consumed you whole body. No words nor acts can save you now. Your voice is muffled as your body disintegrates with a steady pace. Before you are nothing than a pile of unconcerned addiction, your mouth speaks and it says…
Eyes slowly awake and a young man rises from a quite squeaky bed. His upper torso sits up and stares blankly into the room of darkness. Looking around he leers at an object that appears to be a rocking chair. It is moving without any person’s energy from the looks of the young lad. A familiar heart beat echoes throughout the room. Sweat drenches the curious yet scared young man. Tiny droplets touch the blankets and pillows. The wind suddenly blows hard at the two pairs of windows in the room. The youth starts to shake and shiver. With a consistent squeal, the rocking chair goes about faster showing a pale, drooping face of sorrow every thirty-five rocks. Now with a very unusual stroke of confidence and courage, the young man slowly creeps out of his old, slightly uncomfortable bed. His feet land on the same side of the room where the rocking chair is moving considering that the bed divides the room very close to completely equal halves. The lad almost completely naked draws closer to the ghoulish presence appearing every thirty-fifth rock situated in the rocking chair moving it so speedily. A swift gust of wind attacks the window not fazing the youth with its incredible sound. The fact the bed is now a far way back lurks in the mind of the youthful man. Nothing can hurt him if he is covered up in bed. Regrets of leaving soon eat at his head. The chair still rocks with an undying passion. The grayish blue eyes covered with shadows of the lad roam a little around the room. The room is faded with gray blurry walls. Faces of the dead so clear and indistinct start to come out from the blurry walls. They moan with terrifying shriek. Before the lad decides he is crazy, he shakes his head coming out of his little hallucination. The walls are back to their proper composition. With a couple more steps, the chair can be reached. With eyes shut and a heart drumming so loud, the lad races to the front of the rocking chair. A quick and violent gust hit’s the window again. The lad ignores it and opens his eyes to see the intruder who has just a pale, ghastly face. The eye lids open slowly fearing for their master’s life. The room is suddenly silent. Lids are completely open now. Senses are awkwardly surprised. Through the young lad’s eyes, a rocking chair slightly tilted forward looks like it is about to crash to the floor. A tiny gulp breaks the room’s silence. Unexpectedly the chairs starts to rock again but with a slower pace. The lad catching onto the fact that this face only shows itself on the 35 rock counts the numbers in his head. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9... After the ninth rock, the chairs starts to speed up again. The lad loses track considering he still is tired. The lad is now unprepared but stays to face the face. A strong gust of wind hit’s the window grabbing the lad’s attention. As his eyes moving slowly back to the rocking chair, a horrible face is seen through the corner as his eyes who appears to be growing a body quite rapidly. One eye is locked onto the new image of a figure quite pale. Before the other eye can catch on, the figure’s hand of pale skeleton like fingers enters through the forehead to the mind of the perplexed lad. The figures touch the madness that every young man has creating the young lad to rip off with much aggression the….
Eyes slowly awake and a young man rises from a quite squeaky bed…
They are your predators and you are their prey. The hunt is on but wait there is no more hunting necessary for one of the holes has consumed you whole body. No words nor acts can save you now. Your voice is muffled as your body disintegrates with a steady pace. Before you are nothing than a pile of unconcerned addiction, your mouth speaks and it says…
Eyes slowly awake and a young man rises from a quite squeaky bed. His upper torso sits up and stares blankly into the room of darkness. Looking around he leers at an object that appears to be a rocking chair. It is moving without any person’s energy from the looks of the young lad. A familiar heart beat echoes throughout the room. Sweat drenches the curious yet scared young man. Tiny droplets touch the blankets and pillows. The wind suddenly blows hard at the two pairs of windows in the room. The youth starts to shake and shiver. With a consistent squeal, the rocking chair goes about faster showing a pale, drooping face of sorrow every thirty-five rocks. Now with a very unusual stroke of confidence and courage, the young man slowly creeps out of his old, slightly uncomfortable bed. His feet land on the same side of the room where the rocking chair is moving considering that the bed divides the room very close to completely equal halves. The lad almost completely naked draws closer to the ghoulish presence appearing every thirty-fifth rock situated in the rocking chair moving it so speedily. A swift gust of wind attacks the window not fazing the youth with its incredible sound. The fact the bed is now a far way back lurks in the mind of the youthful man. Nothing can hurt him if he is covered up in bed. Regrets of leaving soon eat at his head. The chair still rocks with an undying passion. The grayish blue eyes covered with shadows of the lad roam a little around the room. The room is faded with gray blurry walls. Faces of the dead so clear and indistinct start to come out from the blurry walls. They moan with terrifying shriek. Before the lad decides he is crazy, he shakes his head coming out of his little hallucination. The walls are back to their proper composition. With a couple more steps, the chair can be reached. With eyes shut and a heart drumming so loud, the lad races to the front of the rocking chair. A quick and violent gust hit’s the window again. The lad ignores it and opens his eyes to see the intruder who has just a pale, ghastly face. The eye lids open slowly fearing for their master’s life. The room is suddenly silent. Lids are completely open now. Senses are awkwardly surprised. Through the young lad’s eyes, a rocking chair slightly tilted forward looks like it is about to crash to the floor. A tiny gulp breaks the room’s silence. Unexpectedly the chairs starts to rock again but with a slower pace. The lad catching onto the fact that this face only shows itself on the 35 rock counts the numbers in his head. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9... After the ninth rock, the chairs starts to speed up again. The lad loses track considering he still is tired. The lad is now unprepared but stays to face the face. A strong gust of wind hit’s the window grabbing the lad’s attention. As his eyes moving slowly back to the rocking chair, a horrible face is seen through the corner as his eyes who appears to be growing a body quite rapidly. One eye is locked onto the new image of a figure quite pale. Before the other eye can catch on, the figure’s hand of pale skeleton like fingers enters through the forehead to the mind of the perplexed lad. The figures touch the madness that every young man has creating the young lad to rip off with much aggression the….
Eyes slowly awake and a young man rises from a quite squeaky bed…