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4:04 Errors
Staring up at a dark ceiling, little halos of blue light airbrushed onto the paint
Scurrying deeper into the suburbs, clutching her jacket protectively against the hungry eyes of the night
Reading the warnings on the bottle, wondering if the overdose effects are too gruesome
Rolling over to see an unrecognized sleeper
Creeping up the stairs, little burglary noises, knife in hand
Adding another icy hot line of red to the others, curious how deep it takes before the blood will run
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, silently hugging a vomiting, feverish child
Leaping from a quietly opened window, possessions in hand
Screaming overridden by the siren wails, the crackling of flame
Searching frantically for the phone as a pet twitches by an electrical plug
Sliding softly down into the embrace of water, where only fish can breathe
Nodding head, bleary eyes, out of coffee on the freeway, tons of gasoline in the rig
Ringing phone, official robotic sympathy for impossible pain
Closing eyes, blocking out the red eyes of on lights surrounding like rats
4:04 Errors
Staring up at a dark ceiling, little halos of blue light airbrushed onto the paint
Scurrying deeper into the suburbs, clutching her jacket protectively against the hungry eyes of the night
Reading the warnings on the bottle, wondering if the overdose effects are too gruesome
Rolling over to see an unrecognized sleeper
Creeping up the stairs, little burglary noises, knife in hand
Adding another icy hot line of red to the others, curious how deep it takes before the blood will run
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, silently hugging a vomiting, feverish child
Leaping from a quietly opened window, possessions in hand
Screaming overridden by the siren wails, the crackling of flame
Searching frantically for the phone as a pet twitches by an electrical plug
Sliding softly down into the embrace of water, where only fish can breathe
Nodding head, bleary eyes, out of coffee on the freeway, tons of gasoline in the rig
Ringing phone, official robotic sympathy for impossible pain
Closing eyes, blocking out the red eyes of on lights surrounding like rats
4:04 Errors
Literature
Lost
(Part 20 of Shadowdale)
The lantern's eerie orange glow didn't seem to penetrate the fog. It wasn't until the five companions had basically stumbled into it that they realized the danger it held; immediately they doubled back.
Tyus picked his way through the dying trees, his feet moving slowly across the marshy ground. Soon he found a path that cut far to the side of the lantern, keeping a safe distance from the ward.
Minutes passed in silence, the oppressive air of Wander's End Swamp clinging to the group like a second skin. Eventually, however, they stopped again as another lantern broke through the haze that drifted through the trees.
Literature
The Monster of Shadowdale
(Part 21 of Shadowdale)
"Embyr
" Sterling warned as the dragon set him aside, getting onto her knees to creep forward. The mob of humans huddled together with their backs to the swamp, seemingly frozen by fear as the dragon towered above them.
"They aren't real." The Black Terror said, her voice coming out as a seductive purr as she tickled one of the cowering forms with a claw. It felt so real, though; it was as though a real human being were beneath her fingers.
"This is a trick!" the knight warned. "The wisp is reading you like a book! I've noticed you've grown over the last couple of days; every inch puts you a little closer to re
Literature
Ancient Enemies
(Part 31 of Shadowdale)
"Stop," Slithice instructed, her slender fingers fanning out against the side of the tunnel. Obediently her companions' footsteps halted as five heads turned back to the snake, eyebrows cocked in question.
"We're close to the sea." The naga explained. "The stone here is only a few feet thick; I can feel the ocean outside."
"What does that mean, exactly?" Embyr asked.
"It means that there could be a breach in the wall somewhere nearby. That would allow creatures to enter and leave the North Sea; perhaps that is how the guardians of Tide Bringer survived all this time, having a steady supply of food from the ocean."
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While it has a brisk pace, there's also a sort of eery night-time feel to it.
And each line paints a beautiful picture.
Well done.
And each line paints a beautiful picture.
Well done.