Mind Games

I was here again. It didn't matter where here was. Just that it existed and that it was where I was. I knew three things, as follows: I was here. There was a house here. The cat is also here. And it's in that we all have in common. I start walking toward the house. The cat follows me. It is black. But everything is black. Or white. The cat stays in my shadow, cast by some invisible light source that must also be here. Everything is silent.

The house looms above me. Stretching to become a roof, moving around me to make walls, and suddenly I am inside. This is not odd. There is a scratching at the door. It's the cat, it's always the cat. I move to open it, a sense of dread building in me. What if this time, it's not the cat? What if this time it's a monster, a beast with tentacles or a masked man. Come to take me away or gobble me up. In my head, horror music plays.

I open the door. It's the cat. I was being stupid, it's always the cat. We turn and walk up the stairs, the colors get darker, somehow in the monochrome world. This is also not odd.  We are in a corridor, there are doors. There are nothing but doors. All around me. I am no longer in the house. But I am still here.

I open a door, at 7'clock to me. It's the same, a room with a box. I dare not open the box though. I did that once. It was.. unpleasant. the memories are faded. I take another door, one I haven't before. It's red suddenly. Why is it red? It's never been red. I collapse in anxiety. This should not happen. This has happened before. Something always changes, I never remember what, only that it changes. Perhaps it's been red before, and this situation has played out exactly the same. How pointless. I center myself on this thought and stand. The cat watches me. It's never not watching me. I don't think I've seen the back of it's head.

I open the red door. And fall through. I am falling, then I stop. Everything is black. Except for myself. I can see myself. Standing in blackness. There's the cat. Black on the blackness, watching me. The music plays.
What is going on? I guess I have never really known that. What a redundant question.

The music heightens, It's in my head and around me, the cat smiled. But cats don't smile. I see a flicker of a childhood memory of a smiling purple cat. I brush it away. Cat's do not smile. Especially so white. So eerily, so much larger then it's mouth.

I scream. It's not a cat. It's the masked.. thing. It grins at me. It's always fucking grinning at me. I run at it. It's behind me. I run at it. I want to tear it's stupid mask off. It's behind me, grinning. Always grinning. What am I running on? It's White now. Marble. It's still grinning. I want my cat back. I run at the masked thing. It's grin splits, the teeth sharpened. It swallows me.

I wake up.

Night Placid

The wind is still, merely a breeze
Creatures nesting in the trees

Distant cars on busier roads,
Carrying home their tired loads

The rhythmic thudding of footfall
I walk the road, straight and tall

I'm walking back to face my fate
Cold makes me shiver, It's getting late

I stop, I stand, I am at peace
As I walk alone, at night, the streets.

Sickness Dreams

I am asleep. I am sick. I am dreaming horrible dreams. I see myself standing, with a line of my loved ones and friends stretching out in front of me. I am to choose their fate, will they live or die. I see myself choose death, for all of them, watching myself, I feel horrified, not only because I am capable of such an act of evil, but my pure emotionless regard of the lives of my friends and family. I simply did not care. They will all die.

I break away from the dream and awake.

I am sweating, I am sick. I remember now. My neck is sore. I have a fever. My head pounds. I see my brothers getting ready for school, my mother walks past and tells me to go sleep in bed, so I don't infect the couch with my sickness. I try to fight the sleep, my fever takes hold and I am asleep again. Back to the dream.

I let someone live. I am unsure who. I feel emotion for the first time. Happiness in seeing them. Then the queue moves on, and I sentence another to their death. Why is it up to me? Why must I decide who lives and who dies? More come, I am scared. I don't want to be like this, I try and shake off the dream.

I awake again. I am scared.

Writing Challenge.

This one is tricky.

Write me a sentence, without using the vowel e.

100 words challenge.

So, Miss Lysandra Newton issued a challenge on her blog to write a story in exactly 100 words, no more no less.

Lets do this.

Timmy drew the dagger from a pocket in his coat, he would only get one chance at this, he knew as much. He watched in silence from his perch in the tree as his target approached. A simple minded thick-headed bully, Mike had been terrorising Timmy for years. And now it was time for revenge. Thud, thud thud. Mike’s footsteps grew closer, his silhouette clearer. Then as he walked under the branch, Timmy leapt, the dagger, aimed for Mike’s throat. Mike looked up at the shape falling towards him. The last thing he saw was a very wicked grin indeed.

Done and Done. :D

Twilight

There is a time of day, every now and again, when the sun has fully set, but it's rays still illuminate the sky to the point of visibility. When everything is hazy, the lights give off a corona, unlike any other time of day. All is still. The noise around you is quiet. You don't notice it. This is a time of power, a time when raw energy flows through  the air, into the ground, trees, water and you.

Humans generally don't go out at this time of day, as the natural power repulses them on a instinctual level, despite their greed for it elsewhere. But you always get the exception to the rule, those few humans who have never felt so alive then at that time of day. In the ancient tongue the elders would call this time of day Tyi' larght. But now, it's more commonly known as twilight.

New Story Idea - Hopefully Novel

GREETING.
To all of you that read this, yes, all... none of you?
I am going to write a novel. Well hopefully novel length, maybe novelette?
NOW.
I know what you are thinking "But Tyler/Roger/Reginald you've said this before!"
But this is different! Why? Because I know the whole story, I just need to write it out, tranfer my brain onto paper as it were.

it will be based around the character I created for my FTV horror film, Iam Aman.
Basically, murderous spirit.
:D
Anyway, that's all i'll give you for now, I'm really looking forward to this.
I'll post teaser chapters if I want too.

ALRIGHT.
Seeya.
Tyler.