Post by ≈april on May 14, 2012 12:16:51 GMT -5
So here's a small excerpt of a story I've been in the process of writing for the past 9 years, titled A Dawning Amidst Darkness... Just a warning, it's a bit dark and not for the faint of heart, so if you have a problem with that kind of writing, I'd suggest not reading this.
She gazed out the window at the beautiful white blanket of snow inhibiting the once green mounds of grass. She could still see the small hints of snowflakes falling softly, even through the glare of the glass that separated her from this amazing vision of innocence. In the distance, two young children frolicked in the freshly fallen snow, disappearing momentarily underneath the sea of white as they waved their arms and legs in an attempt to make snow angels. Her focus changed to the face in the reflection of the window. The petrified eyes that had seen so much terror in their short existence, the flowing pitch-black hair that appeared slightly out of place, along with the once-passionate lips that now formed a permanent straight line across her face. Looking closer, she could see his angry scowl approaching from behind, thinking he would catch her in an unexpected instant.
She turned around just in time to feel his hands wrap around her neck, dragging her away from the world she longed to be a part of, his hands grasping tighter with every step. She grabbed at them, struggling to free herself from his grip. Her efforts were useless, as they always were when fighting against his powerful fierceness. Somewhere along the line, she had lost the strength to fight back as furiously as before. She felt herself being thrown on the couch, and she let out a little gasp as he loosened his clamped hands around her throat. Then, she felt his fingers thrusting deep into the center of her neck. He was teasing her. Hoping to catch him off-guard, she made one last endeavor to extricate herself by shoving her hands against his chest, using all the force that she could muster. His body didn’t move. Feeling an intense explosion of scorching pain deep within her throat, she felt herself slip into unconsciousness, the vision of an eternal flame drifting closer throughout the hazy shadows…
Roxanne’s eyes bolted open and a cold chill traveled down her spine. She sheltered her eyes from the sudden brightness of the room and felt the wet sheets clinging to her body. She swiped at the tiny beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Shifting awkwardly on the lukewarm mattress that lay beneath her, she slid to her side only to see the face of Robert, sleeping soundly with a look of pleasure apparent on his face. She realized how the man in her dream possessed an uncanny resemblance to Robert. The broad shoulders, the angry eyes, even the powerful hands that seemed to clench her every desire. A shiver ran through her entire body as she fought to rid her mind of the realistic notion that the monster in her dream was sleeping right next to her.
She gazed out the window at the beautiful white blanket of snow inhibiting the once green mounds of grass. She could still see the small hints of snowflakes falling softly, even through the glare of the glass that separated her from this amazing vision of innocence. In the distance, two young children frolicked in the freshly fallen snow, disappearing momentarily underneath the sea of white as they waved their arms and legs in an attempt to make snow angels. Her focus changed to the face in the reflection of the window. The petrified eyes that had seen so much terror in their short existence, the flowing pitch-black hair that appeared slightly out of place, along with the once-passionate lips that now formed a permanent straight line across her face. Looking closer, she could see his angry scowl approaching from behind, thinking he would catch her in an unexpected instant.
She turned around just in time to feel his hands wrap around her neck, dragging her away from the world she longed to be a part of, his hands grasping tighter with every step. She grabbed at them, struggling to free herself from his grip. Her efforts were useless, as they always were when fighting against his powerful fierceness. Somewhere along the line, she had lost the strength to fight back as furiously as before. She felt herself being thrown on the couch, and she let out a little gasp as he loosened his clamped hands around her throat. Then, she felt his fingers thrusting deep into the center of her neck. He was teasing her. Hoping to catch him off-guard, she made one last endeavor to extricate herself by shoving her hands against his chest, using all the force that she could muster. His body didn’t move. Feeling an intense explosion of scorching pain deep within her throat, she felt herself slip into unconsciousness, the vision of an eternal flame drifting closer throughout the hazy shadows…
Roxanne’s eyes bolted open and a cold chill traveled down her spine. She sheltered her eyes from the sudden brightness of the room and felt the wet sheets clinging to her body. She swiped at the tiny beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Shifting awkwardly on the lukewarm mattress that lay beneath her, she slid to her side only to see the face of Robert, sleeping soundly with a look of pleasure apparent on his face. She realized how the man in her dream possessed an uncanny resemblance to Robert. The broad shoulders, the angry eyes, even the powerful hands that seemed to clench her every desire. A shiver ran through her entire body as she fought to rid her mind of the realistic notion that the monster in her dream was sleeping right next to her.