Fear

Stop. 

Inhale and exhale, shallow and uneven. 

Eyes flick about, every shadow catching. 

Sweat beads from every pore. Fear. 

Heart pumping crazily, adrenaline surging through but paralyzing. 

Fingers clutch at the textured bed sheets, suddenly every thread is perfectly clear to the touch. 

Things creak where they shouldn’t. A board shifts and pops under weight that is wrong.  

Rustle across the room and a shadow shifts. 

“I’m alone. I’m alone.” Repeated whisper. “It’s just the house. It’s just it settling, just the heat.” Words to calm the nerves. 

A noise of friction across a floor. 

Breath catches.

I’m not alone. 

{mystery} 5.17.12

Her and her sister sat alone in the house after dinner. The sun was setting, but it was not yet dark. Hardly a sound penetrated the silence, only the occasional, natural sound of evening. The house was still and only a cool breeze flew in through the one open window, but even that slight movement seemed to intensify the resounding hush. They sat, both lost in thought so that neither, at first, noticed the soft twinkling melody of a music box. The older girl looked up, “Where's that music coming from?”

The younger girl hardly moved, “What music?”

(i'm going to attempt to catch up now. :)

Alone (for 5.6.12)

The sky above swirls angrily. The air is heavy with the smell of smoke and the road is deserted. The song pounds through my mind. The song all grew up hearing, singing and enjoying now haunts me as I walk. I travel by night, alone. The Shadow has attacked many villages. How many remain? My heart sinks when I see a red glow spring up on the horizon.

Up ahead another village is burning. Up ahead The Shadow is killing and pillaging. Up ahead… I cast a tentative glance to the road behind me.

But there is no one there.

Chasing the Shadow (for 5.3.12)

It feels as if there are eyes watching. It feels like they are peering up from the charred fields by the road. Their footsteps echo on the hard-packed dirt; the footsteps of an army long since departed. The fire raged through the field, burning the village’s one means of payment. Of this village, not one had lived.

Far in the distance a red light glows. In the distance another village is burning. In the distance They are rejoicing with a feast. Another village has fallen. How many more are left? How many more must die?

Am I all that’s left?

Paranoia 5.3.2012

Paranoia. She couldn’t stop it. It was like an infectious disease, spreading and poisoning her mind. A word, a phrase, a simple comment, all are twisted as they roll through her mind. She turns them over in her thoughts, extrapolating and altering their meanings. 

The disease is stealing her life. Her very being seems but a shadow. The essence of her life is gone, replaced with this new terrifying self. 

        She suspects everyone, hiding in her room. Blue eyes now grey, and bloodshot. She does not sleep. She is dangerous, so very dangerous now. 

 

The paranoia has taken over utterly. 

{silence - i just don't have a witty title for this one.} 5.3.12

The room is crowded. Full to the brim with bustling people, every one with their own agenda. She sits in the corner, her blonde hair hiding her face from the public. Her thoughts filling her in sadness. The loneliness spreads and takes over her body. but she is silent. And her blue eyes are dry. She lifts her head and smiles at oncoming throng of people. But behind the smile is despair, anguish. Inside, her screams echo off the walls, and she is sobbing. She’s broken. She feels as though no one is there for her. She’s tried.  No one will listen.

She is surrounded by people but she has never felt more alone.

She sits. silent. But, then again, silence is her loudest scream.  

Behind the Shadow (for 5.2.12)

They came and went like lightning, leaving a shadow of destruction behind. They came with waves of fire and weapons, burning, pillaging, slaying. Now the walls of once majestic buildings are crumbled; and only the skeletons of the huts remain. Crows feast on the bodies strewn around the dark remains of the village.

A red light burns on the mountain. On that mountain they are rejoicing. On that mountain they are celebrating another village vanquished. On that mountain they feast. Their sickening joy fills my bones with rage, and turns my blood to fire and I realize…

I’m all that’s left.

Everything but Nothing 5.19.2011

He had felt empowered as he stood alone as conqueror. But now his feelings of power had withered away and left him restless. 

He left all the noise and general din around him, paced outside. Just him and the stars shining through the miles of space to blink at him that night. 

He realized even with the world at his feet. He was utterly alone. 

He wept for all he had accomplished. 

A raindrop fell onto his cheek,  heralding the downpour that mixed with his tears. The heavens rained on the man solely ruling all, showing no difference to him.