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Give your description of darkness in 99 words or less. A personal description, the view from a characters point of view, etc. Make me FEEL it.

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Once the door closed with a solid clack behind me, reality kicked me square in the gut.  Nothing could’ve prepared me for that room.  Or its smells.  Just beyond the primary odors of antiseptics, there was an unmistakable scent of decomposition lingering in the sterile air; a hint of rot slithered over my tongue and sent my stomach churning. 

The wall displayed a catacomb of steel doors, and I would’ve imagined what bodies were being stored within those refrigerated coffins, but I was focused more on the bagged mass resting on the rolling gurney directly before me.

Then I smiled.

This darkness is viscous and sweet; my movements languid.

My dilated pupils are deep pools filled with the same liquid gloom.

I hear you wading through my thoughts.

Your hot breath is on my neck and the skin prickles in anticipation.

It lifts me from my stupor.

Your wet lips caress there, and despite it all I'm instantly aroused.

I know what comes next but am powerless to stop it.

The ropes have gone but I'm too weak to struggle.

I don't want to.

You bite hard and drink deep.

I imagine my blood tastes viscous, sweet.

I'm lost.

It's later than she thought. She'd parked a ways off because the walk would be healthier, but cutbacks killed the lights that far back. She's moving and scrounging for her keys when she’s suddenly too aware of other footfalls. She picks up pace and realizes they’re mimicking hers.

Wait, no. . . Maybe. . . Yes? She glances back.

Only her and the quiet dark.

She’s closing the distance to her car. Almost. . .

“Hey, Betty?”

She nearly faints.

A friend; the miserable jerk! They both laugh that he’s such an ass and he walks her to her car.

Except, neither are seen again.

I absolutely love the eerie feel of this one :)

Ann K. Boyer said:

Once the door closed with a solid clack behind me, reality kicked me square in the gut.  Nothing could’ve prepared me for that room.  Or its smells.  Just beyond the primary odors of antiseptics, there was an unmistakable scent of decomposition lingering in the sterile air; a hint of rot slithered over my tongue and sent my stomach churning. 

The wall displayed a catacomb of steel doors, and I would’ve imagined what bodies were being stored within those refrigerated coffins, but I was focused more on the bagged mass resting on the rolling gurney directly before me.

Then I smiled.

Thanks Jamie! I'm so glad you liked it! :)

A hollow void, never beginning, never ending. It is all, yet nothing, the place where nightmares hide. 

Chaos that exists during the day takes the edge off the suffocating horrors of night: My mental musings. Caffeine—coffee—fuels my lethargy to compensate for the lack of restfulness, peace, I truly crave. Blending has become easier but not without a price. My thoughts, my voice, remain silenced and authenticity I long to share is crushed. 

Walking amongst them I’ve learned we share little to nothing. The depth is not present within them. Perhaps it’s a positive thing to be an ignorant lamb, but for me ... I still choose the knowledge. 

I bite from the apple.

Darkness descends.

The water was murky and muddy. The abyss was deep, dark, and full of despair. I searched nothing but a river of blackness. I was standing on a rock trying not to slip into the river below.

I do not realize my words or my actions matter any longer. If only I would have changed my life there would be no reason for regret. My body slowly weakened my senses begun to dull the only thing left was my ability to hear. I heard there laughter and deceit. I am unable to speak. Death engulfs me……

 

 

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