~≈Panda≈~ 290 Share Posted August 19, 2014 The ground was gray. There was once a long stretching of pavement that I knew of, but now there was nothing but rubble and ashen grass. The sky was a deep purple with only a few scattered clouds, and all around me there was a white light separating the void from the earth. I felt that that light was sent from some kind of divine spirit to keep what ever humanity this earth had from being completely destroyed. My hair was raven black, and I was wearing a dirtied and white dress. I'm used to almost never being myself in dreams. There was silence for the longest time with the occasional breeze, but suddenly there was a sound behind me. I turned to face it, and there was a horrific shadow being standing no more than a hundred feet from me. We stood like that for a while, before the figure decided to move closer to me. I did not run, I did not feel any thing but apathy towards the creature. As it almost pressed itself to me the figure stopped, and slowly raised a shadowed and clawed hand to touch me. The claws felt heavy and utterly sharp, and any energy I had started to fade. There was no question why my eyelids were drooping, I didn't care about any of this. The shadowy figure must have noticed this and was frustrated. It's claws shot out into me, causing me to actually look down. There was intense pain like I could barely describe as I felt the foreign objects in my organ tissue, ripping me apart from the inside out. Red dripped out and stained my already ruined white ratty dress. To the creature's obvious discomfort, I smile painfully as I felt tears run down my face. Red, finally some color and purpose in this wasteland. Red, some thing that I was bleeding as I thought I had nothing else to give. The shadowy being ceased being at this point, leaving me alone to fall into the ashen grass. With such pain I bled out there, finally leaving my mark for all to see. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050 Share Posted August 19, 2014 May I ask what inspired this... story? Either that- or free verse poem. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
~≈Panda≈~ 290 Author Share Posted August 19, 2014 Dreams. All dreams are remembered by Panda. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050 Share Posted August 19, 2014 So this was actually a dream of yours...? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
~≈Panda≈~ 290 Author Share Posted August 19, 2014 owo Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knox213 10 Share Posted August 2, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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