Category: Writers Block
I walked slowly but carefully among them, kicking one out of my path. I licked my lips at the sight of the blood and gor. I finally stopped pacing at midnight, when something parculiar happened. He seemed to raise his head and look straight at me, I stared back but just saw a sickly pale face of death. I figured it was my mind playing trricks on me so i leaned back into my throne made of bone and continued to look around at my mess. I could've sworn i heard a breath from the corpse, but when I looked back he was lying still with his eyes wide opened. Once again I figured it was the mind or maybe it was the opium.
But no matter, I continued to stare at each corpse; staring at each and everyone that I had killed. He once again stirred but this time he rose from the blooddied floor and stretched. I looked him over and him to me. He held his arms wide opened and motioned me over. I stood frozen in amazement at the man. But it was not a man, nor was it human, nor could I call it a vampire, it seemed to be of its own accord being something unknown to me. I hesitated forward and felt the floor shake violently.
I held onto the throne but it collapsed to the floor in my astonishment.
He came forward and seem to summon the dead as well. I looked around in horror seeing every dead climb to his or her own feet. He motioned them forward and cold hands seem to reach for me. I grimised and tried to slip away, but the opium was taking over my reactions. I screamed out in fear and heard the whispers.
"Midnight's shadows crawl, crawl onto me. Let the blood drip as the gor spread. Let the lights dim and the stars come out. For we have fetched the one and only thing that holds humanity back."
I tried to run backwards but only was grasped tighter by the cold hands. I looked up into one of there faces, he was covered in blood and the same colored eyes as my lover. I cried out realizing who he was and tried to break free, but the corpses would not let me leave. One ripped at my hair, and with strenghth unknown to me, ripped it all off leaving me completely bald. I screamed out in agony and fear. Another reached out and gripped my throat. From that moment forth I knew I was to be the next victim. I had sealed my fate among the dead, and the dead is where I will remain
Hmmmm, I like the storyline, great job on that. Maybe add some more details though, some more imagery. My mind is trying to process your words, but then you're already moving. Just fatten it up a little. :D
lol was a rough draft, i usually start with the bones then add flesh u know lol
Ouch, that just ruined my dinner. Nah jk, it was a verry good story. Try working on grammar a bit, but otherwise you should be good.
I'm just curious: Was the cold hands reaching outward symbolic of pain? or Depression?