Hey, a friend of mine told me about this website so I began writing a fresh idea and made an account. So this is my first work and my first post (yikes!) I've been writing a good 5 hours at the time of posting so if there's mistakes I'm sorry and will read it over when i wake up :D Any feedback or criticism is greatly appreciated as is anyone who takes the time to read this and I'd be happy to hear from any of you people, this is all gonna be an original thanks again for reading.
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It was one of those days where the sun was hanging low and there was a certain strength to the wind, not too mighty but enough to throw the autumn leaves into a tumble. The sky a light grey blanketed in thick cloud. Trees were swaying to the breeze, the evergreens rustling as small gales pass intermittently adding a sweet song to the cemetery grounds. Knelt, tending an aged gravestone, with a cherub statue missing an arm, was a man in a long rain coat placing flowers at the grave. The man’s face placed forward looking at the foot of the small statue staring at a partially eroded and moss covered engravement. Scrubbing some of the dirt off with his hand he reads aloud “ A valuable gift taken too soon” The man let out a hefty sigh. The man pulled himself to his feet and looked at the sky.
Darius awoke abruptly and in panic. Gasping and wheezing wildly as if he was suffocating beforehand. Stumbling onto his hands holding up his body, his head hung low gulping in air. As he regained his breath he started to notice his surroundings. A place he’d not seen or recalled seeming familiar. He could see he was in an alleyway leading onto a road. Everything had a strange dark blue tint. Darius soon looked up to what seemed to be a dark blue moon. After clambering to his feet he continued to look around himself bemused. “... The Hell?” he questioned under his breath noticing his breath making a mist has he mumbled. He didn’t feel cold though. He appeared to be wearing black breeches with a silver chain link belt. a long dark rain coat with white stripes at the edge of its stitching. it had a high collar which he found uncomfortable as it almost covered his whole neck and the edges of the top would get in his way when he turned his head. Darius stepped out of the alley way and looked left to see the road, seemingly endless and empty surrounded by what seemed to be huge brick buildings but with no windows or doors. Looking to his right he sees a blank sign with a navy blue background.Darius stepped towards it to get a closer look
Upon further inspection he could see the sign had been painted shoddily as he could see brush strokes and bits of unpainted wood around the edges. “Okay… what is… going on?” he mused peering into the endless road behind the sign. Where am I? he thought. Where was I? he started to draw up blanks on anything other than his name. His age, where he is, where he was from all came back blank. Darius huffed and slumped to the ground below the sign and with his head hung in his hands sighed. “Am I dead or something?” he joked to himself, starting to feel lost he did what he could. It was then when he heard the pitter patter of rain on his back. he felt a splash on his cheek. It felt oily, and lukewarm. He rubbed it with his hand smudging blue paint on his face and hand.
Darius jumped up to look at the sign to notice paint was missing in the shape of a “D” out of exposed wood. The absolute silence around him apart from his own voice bouncing off the buildings gave him a sudden chill. the light from this moon in the sky seemed to twinkle and flicker. “Is this some kinda joke?” Darius was seeming a little more agitated now, fidgeting a little. Nonetheless he decided to feel the wood and it was rough like the bark of a tree yet the paint felt smooth and flat despite being shoddy. “I must be dreaming or something, or I took something I shouldn’t or…” amidst his jesting to himself the light flickered rapidly and blanking out for a few seconds, during which a small gale howled down the road, excruciatingly loud, like the shrieks of a rollercoaster only these voices sounded in pain. Everything returned to how it was. Instantly the wind stopped. The Shriek stopped, it didn’t echo and the light returned to its same dark blue hue.
Darius while flustered felt a warmth in his chest. It became painful and he fell against the sign, using it for support. After a small while the heat subsided and he regained his balance. “What the Hell was that?” he began but started coughing before he could finish. After clearing his throat and wiping his eye, he looked at the sign again. He saw his reflection this time. his fringe just sitting neatly above his brow. A rather sleek, slender face but not too sharp of a jawline. The reflection showed one eye blue one eye red. “Eh? a mirror?” paint started to fade away while his reflection remained on the sign where there was paint, revealing the words “Don’t Fall Asleep…” suddenly Darius felt himself falling. but not downwards; forwards, as if falling down the road to the right of the alleyway. He felt the gale that seemed to have waltzed by and could hear a loud, high pitched whistle blowing sound as the wind whipped around his coat which miraculously remained on his persons.
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Falling forward but he couldn’t shout or yelp or scream, in fact he couldn't make a sound. He felt like there was no air in his lungs yet he wasn’t suffocating. Everything seemed to be moving by super fast but it was dark, almost black with strobes of thick blue light burning out from the centre of the quickly passing horizons.
it came to a sudden stop and as it did Darius flung forwards stumbling onto the red dirt and dust rose forever heavenswards. He felt the heat of sunlight on his back and looked up from the floor to see a dimly lit, pulsating sun setting as it hung lowly in the sky. Its red light filled a seemingly empty desert with a dim sense of warmth. Looking around he noticed he was surrounded by just flat red sand. The very faintest of a breeze moved specks of sand around every once in awhile.
Darius again lifted himself to his feet, this time brushing himself off in a faint cloud of red. “Another empty place, okay this is one of them dreams. I can just wake up at any time, right?” The only thing that seemed to give him some comfort was a weave of sand sidewinding whimsically over the flat dusty plains he seemed to find himself. He considered just sitting waiting for himself to “wake up” but decided he would walk in the direction of the wind.He didn’t know why he wanted to either, but he started moving.
After about five minutes or so of just walking, he wasn’t sure which direction, Darius felt tired as he walked and let out a mighty yawn. he also gave out a great, big stretch. “geez, i'm tired” he complained and his eyes felt really heavy, slowly seizing shut. Almost immediately he was awoken to the sound of violent wind. Red dust everywhere his face now covered in a scarf and now wearing orange tinted goggles. He noticed he had big boots on as well as thick yet lightweight furs with leather stitching. Underneath the furs the white striped rain coat’s rear length hanged out of the back like a whipping flag in the wind.
Among the chaos of the rapid winds and the lack of visibility caused by the dust being blown erratically Darius heard a woman calling out shouting through the storm “You often find yourself in peculiar places?” she sounded jovial despite the circumstances they’re were both in. The goggles kept the dust out of his eyes but he could barely see his own hand in front of his face. Finding it hard to move through the winds without being blown over he carefully trod forwards “Y’know it's rude to ignore someone when they’re speaking to you!” she called out in a playful tone. Darius stopped and shouted though muffled through the scarf “ What’s going on?” he heard nothing back for a while but whistling wind “What!?” she called back eventually. Darius shouted louder this time and his lip stretched over the scarf a bit and some of the dust stuck to it, getting in his mouth “Scott’s doing what?” he heard back,
“No!” he shouted “What’s going on?”
“I can’t hear you…” a small pause was filled by the winds “Hold on” Darius stayed put and a short while later, felt someone grasp his wrist and at that moment the wind stopped and the dust started falling gently to the ground like snow flakes. “Whoa. That was pretty cool” The woman said in astonishment, she was wearing a dark brown wolf fur pelt fashioned into a type of big hooded coat, with the hood being the wolf’s head, partially swallowing the back of her own head; the eyes of the wolf shining black. She had a face scarf too, yellow in colour, which strands of blonde hair curled over from under the hood and was wearing thin furs with polar white fur boots.
“So who’s Scott?” She asked in excitement.