Post by Sketch on Sept 10, 2006 15:27:45 GMT 12
Hmn. It's dark, in this corner. Entirely too dark. Yes...much, much too dark. Not enough light to write by.
There was a hushed rustling, the sound of blue jeans scraping gently against each other. The young girl struggled to get up, her arms full with the thickened red notebook. Her knuckles were white, as she gripped the metal bound book tightly, making sure never to let it fall loose. She swayed for a moment on unsteady feet, but soon regaining her balance she made one arm free, beginning to dig around in a deep pocket of her baggy jeans. Muttering, she rolled her eyes in the darkness. Of all times, she couldn't find that candle.
Ah. There it was. She pulled the small candle from her pocket, along with a lighter lower on fluid. She'd need to find another one sometime...or a book of matches at least. Disgruntled at having to place her notebook down...she was having a helluva time getting the candle lit with one hand. Cortney snorted in short temper and placed the book down ever so gently, as if it were a newborn child. With a wavery hand she managed to get the candle lit. Thats one thing that went right. she thought, a slight smile spreading across her paled face.
Quickly, she settled back down in her corner again, grabbing the red book with a flick of her wrist. It was growing heavier by the day. She managed to find scraps of paper along the way here, constantly adding to the already filled pages of the spiral notebook.
Ah, there we go. Light. Precious light. Now, we cannot be consumed by the darkness! Yes! The shadow proves the sunshine.
Her black pen scribbled over the thin, lined paper. Each stroke was messy, not planned at all. As each thought came from her mind, it seemed to travel down her mind and to the pen, flowing out through the ink and eventually, messy letter by messy letter, forming each word. All this took place in no more than a second, the blink of an eye.
The words that quickly cluttered the once blank page made perfect sense, if only to her.
'It would seem this city isn't all it's cracked up to be. There is death all around. This city, what is left of it, is quickly decaying. The life that once swelled here, the people that once walked the city streets...all dead. All that is left is the skeletal buildings, the structures glaring out at me, and to my eye they are bleached white...like bones long left in the desert sun.
Hmn...the desert. This place has more life than a desert I suppose. Of course, many of the beings that live in the deserts conceal themselves. Then again...so do the beings here. They, the masters of disguise, hide in the shadows...lurk in the darkness of the city.'
Her pen scratched furiously over the surface of the page, though it came to a sudden halt. A drop of ink splattered upon the page, and she cursed, looking down with frustration as the ink blob continued to swallow up the last word written. "Another stain on this once pure cloth..." Just like the bloodstains on their hands...
{sucky first post..need to work on her. feel free to reply, anyone^^}
There was a hushed rustling, the sound of blue jeans scraping gently against each other. The young girl struggled to get up, her arms full with the thickened red notebook. Her knuckles were white, as she gripped the metal bound book tightly, making sure never to let it fall loose. She swayed for a moment on unsteady feet, but soon regaining her balance she made one arm free, beginning to dig around in a deep pocket of her baggy jeans. Muttering, she rolled her eyes in the darkness. Of all times, she couldn't find that candle.
Ah. There it was. She pulled the small candle from her pocket, along with a lighter lower on fluid. She'd need to find another one sometime...or a book of matches at least. Disgruntled at having to place her notebook down...she was having a helluva time getting the candle lit with one hand. Cortney snorted in short temper and placed the book down ever so gently, as if it were a newborn child. With a wavery hand she managed to get the candle lit. Thats one thing that went right. she thought, a slight smile spreading across her paled face.
Quickly, she settled back down in her corner again, grabbing the red book with a flick of her wrist. It was growing heavier by the day. She managed to find scraps of paper along the way here, constantly adding to the already filled pages of the spiral notebook.
Ah, there we go. Light. Precious light. Now, we cannot be consumed by the darkness! Yes! The shadow proves the sunshine.
Her black pen scribbled over the thin, lined paper. Each stroke was messy, not planned at all. As each thought came from her mind, it seemed to travel down her mind and to the pen, flowing out through the ink and eventually, messy letter by messy letter, forming each word. All this took place in no more than a second, the blink of an eye.
The words that quickly cluttered the once blank page made perfect sense, if only to her.
'It would seem this city isn't all it's cracked up to be. There is death all around. This city, what is left of it, is quickly decaying. The life that once swelled here, the people that once walked the city streets...all dead. All that is left is the skeletal buildings, the structures glaring out at me, and to my eye they are bleached white...like bones long left in the desert sun.
Hmn...the desert. This place has more life than a desert I suppose. Of course, many of the beings that live in the deserts conceal themselves. Then again...so do the beings here. They, the masters of disguise, hide in the shadows...lurk in the darkness of the city.'
Her pen scratched furiously over the surface of the page, though it came to a sudden halt. A drop of ink splattered upon the page, and she cursed, looking down with frustration as the ink blob continued to swallow up the last word written. "Another stain on this once pure cloth..." Just like the bloodstains on their hands...
{sucky first post..need to work on her. feel free to reply, anyone^^}
