I just thought everyone might be interested in this one. I was doing my daily "free writing" to get the juices flowing and this is one of the odd little stories that played out. I think it's funny because it's about that feeling you get when you have to go...well, pretty much anywhere in a dark room (For me anyways)
I came awake in my room, alone all but for the thoughts that kept me company on these dark, moonless nights. The darkness seemed palpable as it wormed its way under my skin and began to devour my nerves.
My eyes slowly adjusted, little things slowly began to appear. Outlined in shadow but soon revealing their shapes while I waited for that mental click that would tell me what these images were that seemed so foreign to me now.
I worked up the courage to move from the bed. My body rustling the covers as I slid across the silken sheets and let my feet dangle from the edge, slowly releasing my weight downward until the floor reached up to catch me.
I looked around to see what was clearly my room though the shadows now corrupted its shape, twisting and contorting it from my view. The floorboards creaked as I took my first tentative steps forward, trying not to overestimate my ability to see in this darkness.
I felt my body grow cold as fear began to fill my body at the thought of my vulnerable state.
Somewhere in the darkness, silent shrieks filled my mind and played tricks with me. Whispers from those long passed flickered from my view. The haunting of the mind in this night engulfed realm took its toll on me.
I found myself walking quickly as if to outrun the shadow that would not abide my longing to flee its grasp. My heart quickened and my breathing became taxed as I rushed down the hallway, my bare feet sticking ever so slightly to the hard wood floors. I came to the corner and turned it swiftly, my hand reaching out, searching for the light switch that would bring me a sense of comfort.
Within moments of its blinding glare dispelling the darkness from the room my body began to relax, My muscles began to ache from the stress that my short journey had put them through but as I reclined back in my office chair I laughed in spite of myself.
I survived to see another day I thought to myself as the sky began to lighten outside of my balcony window, the darkness could touch me no more.
Until I go to bed anyways.
The End.
-Ryan Smith
I came awake in my room, alone all but for the thoughts that kept me company on these dark, moonless nights. The darkness seemed palpable as it wormed its way under my skin and began to devour my nerves.
My eyes slowly adjusted, little things slowly began to appear. Outlined in shadow but soon revealing their shapes while I waited for that mental click that would tell me what these images were that seemed so foreign to me now.
I worked up the courage to move from the bed. My body rustling the covers as I slid across the silken sheets and let my feet dangle from the edge, slowly releasing my weight downward until the floor reached up to catch me.
I looked around to see what was clearly my room though the shadows now corrupted its shape, twisting and contorting it from my view. The floorboards creaked as I took my first tentative steps forward, trying not to overestimate my ability to see in this darkness.
I felt my body grow cold as fear began to fill my body at the thought of my vulnerable state.
Somewhere in the darkness, silent shrieks filled my mind and played tricks with me. Whispers from those long passed flickered from my view. The haunting of the mind in this night engulfed realm took its toll on me.
I found myself walking quickly as if to outrun the shadow that would not abide my longing to flee its grasp. My heart quickened and my breathing became taxed as I rushed down the hallway, my bare feet sticking ever so slightly to the hard wood floors. I came to the corner and turned it swiftly, my hand reaching out, searching for the light switch that would bring me a sense of comfort.
Within moments of its blinding glare dispelling the darkness from the room my body began to relax, My muscles began to ache from the stress that my short journey had put them through but as I reclined back in my office chair I laughed in spite of myself.
I survived to see another day I thought to myself as the sky began to lighten outside of my balcony window, the darkness could touch me no more.
Until I go to bed anyways.
The End.
-Ryan Smith
