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Here is a small short story I once wrote for a competition online, though I never found the time to finish and submit the work. So here is the incomplete version for you at the Hive. I hope you enjoy it!
If I find the time at a later date I will probably finish it and post the completed version. But for now read and criticize, which all writes wait for in anticipation
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Outside, the wind was rattling and howling against the windows. A small tree constantly brushed against the exterior walls all through the night. The darkness seemed to creep in, to build up inside his body and then expel in a series of disbelief, hatred and frightening times. Then it would start all over again, like an eternal cycle of fear.
Martin rolled over to find the alarm clock. It was the only thing producing any light – and the light it produced was dim, barely revealling anything from a few centimeters from the source. It was 3:45pm. Martin sighed, then shuddered. How could they call three in the morning as it is? Three o'clock was not morning. It was night.
A hundred shadows were cast by various objects in the room. Martin saw huge spiders, small aliens, large monsters, tiny people. He saw countries full of worry, kingdoms of death and pain, planets of uncertainty. He saw decay wherever he looked, fear, grotesque objects barely made out in the mists of darkness. All of this was inside the cramped little space which was his room.
Martin rolled over again. A car drove past. But in his mind, it was a vehicle capable of smashing, killing, maiming, and scaring. Even as it drove on, Martin could hear the distant engine, screams that only got further and further away.
He shuddered, and a tear fell past his cheek. The dark, the night, the shadows and the creatures of pain and fear. They were all with him, even when he fell asleep. They were huge, tiny, monstrous, cute. They were scary, friendly, hurting, maiming, killing. They had too many arms, too many legs, too many eyes.
In his dreams – or rather, his nightmares – Martin could see hundreds of beasts glancing at him. Waiting for him to step out of the small lamp post that was the only light on a dark street. He could see their eyes, red and purple and blue and green. All glistening out of the bushes like pits of multi-colored lava.
And even as he was dreaming, the light began to flicker. In a moment, the light was on. Then in the next, it was off. Just for a second, but enough to let the creatures move a little bit closer. The light continued to flick on and off. Martin pleaded in his dream, but to ill effect. The monsters crawled in, opening maws of a thousand teeth, glaring with all-seeing eyes, listening with monstrous ears.
And the light went off. A hundred sounds erupted from around him in his dream. Screams, shouts, cries, laughs. And then he could see them only a meter away from him, just making out their black shape in the nights enveloping darkness. They were creeping, sliding, crawling, walking, running, sneaking, stalking – and they were all frightening.
And as they attacked, Martin awoke. He screamed, and then he cried. But nothing could protect him from the dangers of the night.
Martin rolled over to find the alarm clock. It was the only thing producing any light – and the light it produced was dim, barely revealling anything from a few centimeters from the source. It was 3:45pm. Martin sighed, then shuddered. How could they call three in the morning as it is? Three o'clock was not morning. It was night.
A hundred shadows were cast by various objects in the room. Martin saw huge spiders, small aliens, large monsters, tiny people. He saw countries full of worry, kingdoms of death and pain, planets of uncertainty. He saw decay wherever he looked, fear, grotesque objects barely made out in the mists of darkness. All of this was inside the cramped little space which was his room.
Martin rolled over again. A car drove past. But in his mind, it was a vehicle capable of smashing, killing, maiming, and scaring. Even as it drove on, Martin could hear the distant engine, screams that only got further and further away.
He shuddered, and a tear fell past his cheek. The dark, the night, the shadows and the creatures of pain and fear. They were all with him, even when he fell asleep. They were huge, tiny, monstrous, cute. They were scary, friendly, hurting, maiming, killing. They had too many arms, too many legs, too many eyes.
In his dreams – or rather, his nightmares – Martin could see hundreds of beasts glancing at him. Waiting for him to step out of the small lamp post that was the only light on a dark street. He could see their eyes, red and purple and blue and green. All glistening out of the bushes like pits of multi-colored lava.
And even as he was dreaming, the light began to flicker. In a moment, the light was on. Then in the next, it was off. Just for a second, but enough to let the creatures move a little bit closer. The light continued to flick on and off. Martin pleaded in his dream, but to ill effect. The monsters crawled in, opening maws of a thousand teeth, glaring with all-seeing eyes, listening with monstrous ears.
And the light went off. A hundred sounds erupted from around him in his dream. Screams, shouts, cries, laughs. And then he could see them only a meter away from him, just making out their black shape in the nights enveloping darkness. They were creeping, sliding, crawling, walking, running, sneaking, stalking – and they were all frightening.
And as they attacked, Martin awoke. He screamed, and then he cried. But nothing could protect him from the dangers of the night.
If I find the time at a later date I will probably finish it and post the completed version. But for now read and criticize, which all writes wait for in anticipation
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