Awakenings
Jul. 19th, 2002 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinblokeThe eye opened slowly, a faint light still glimmering in it's depths, a reflection from the shattered mirrors and glass that lay in the room around it.
The faint whine and hum of a fan was the only sound nearby, apart from the steady drip drip drip of a tap. Outside through the broken skylight the sky was a mixture of greys and blacks, with the occasional twinkle of a hidden star shining through.
The low rumble of thunder broke the silence, a distant rolling growl of the sky as first the distant sigh, then gathering hiss of rain began to fall over the city.
The figure slowly stood up, joints cracked, bones ached, muscules complained. It was a cold night, and the throbbing ache of their almost shattered body did not serve to help the situation.
The sound of the tap was drowned out now, lost in the thousands of dribble drop splashes of the rain seeping in through the broken roof, skylight and ceiling. As buildings go, this one had seen far better days.
Slow, unsteady movements took the figure to the window; a shimmering haze of lights distorted by the rain greeted their eyes, the city brooding in the darkness as the rains continued to fall.
Somewhere the faint echos of a clock slowly beginning to chime the eleventh hour drifted to their ears as they watched, silently, the slow trickle of light from vehicles moving through the web of the cities streets.
Through the headache that made it seem like their head was shuddering in such a way as to threaten to fall from their shoulders with every heartbeat slow questions and realisations began to form.
The faint whine and hum of a fan was the only sound nearby, apart from the steady drip drip drip of a tap. Outside through the broken skylight the sky was a mixture of greys and blacks, with the occasional twinkle of a hidden star shining through.
The low rumble of thunder broke the silence, a distant rolling growl of the sky as first the distant sigh, then gathering hiss of rain began to fall over the city.
The figure slowly stood up, joints cracked, bones ached, muscules complained. It was a cold night, and the throbbing ache of their almost shattered body did not serve to help the situation.
The sound of the tap was drowned out now, lost in the thousands of dribble drop splashes of the rain seeping in through the broken roof, skylight and ceiling. As buildings go, this one had seen far better days.
Slow, unsteady movements took the figure to the window; a shimmering haze of lights distorted by the rain greeted their eyes, the city brooding in the darkness as the rains continued to fall.
Somewhere the faint echos of a clock slowly beginning to chime the eleventh hour drifted to their ears as they watched, silently, the slow trickle of light from vehicles moving through the web of the cities streets.
Through the headache that made it seem like their head was shuddering in such a way as to threaten to fall from their shoulders with every heartbeat slow questions and realisations began to form.
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Wow!
This is exactly what good writing should do, make the reader want to read more... so get writing! PLEASE!
Re: Wow!
Date: 2002-07-19 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-19 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-19 03:35 am (UTC)Are you chocolate recommendations based upon a careful survey of available chocolate, or the fact that you bought shares in Cadbury's? :)
Lindt - it's the only way.
Robert