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Drip... Drip... Drip...

She gazes out of the window, her eyes glazed over as she watches the dark clouds slowly move toward her. The dull conversation in the room around her adds to the gentle rustling of the leaves caused by the wind.

Drip... Drop...

Her fingers move slightly to the unknown beat, listening with half closed eyes to the patterns ignored by those around her. The girl beside her taps her pencil absentmindedly, adding to the symphony of noises.

Drip, drop, tap, drip drop, tap.

The windows begin to shudder as the winds pick up speed, whistling through the tree outside. The drip drop of occasional rain grows steadily into the constant pitter patter of a light drizzle. There is a flash of light and one of the girls yells in fright, the deep rumble of thunder melding with the constant noise.

Rumble... Pitter patter, pitter patter...

A young boy tears his notepaper out of his book, crumpling it furiously and throwing it into the trash can as thunder rumbles, ever closer.

Rip, rumble, crunch.

The rain begins to gain intensity, sounding like deep drums as it pounds against the ceiling. Marching feet, travelling through the storm, their tattered uniforms whipping in the howling wind as thunder rumbles behind them.

Thrum, thrum. Rumble. Crash.

Their feet shuffle as they try to simply stay alive, a crack of thunder setting the nerves every soldier on edge. Their only desire being for the warmth of a fire, they ache for just a little rest.

Pitter patter... Rumble.

Their pace- "Emily." She looks up at the face of the woman above her, her red hair in a tight bun and a stern look on her face, "Please, finish your assignment." Emily looks down at her desk, "Yes ma'am..."

Drip, drop, tap, drip drop, tap.

The woman walks away, leaving Emily to do the paper before her. She sighs and stares at the mass of numbers and letters, her pencil tapping as she thought, and her eyes glazing over.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Of the dream,
Mythwriter

“It’s time to go…”

Thaddeus blinked a few times as he sat up, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, “But it’s still-“

“I know.” Levi was a man of many words, the curse of a philosopher’s mind, but his bluntness held a note of caution.

There was small glimmer in the darkness as Levi shifted, the faint stars casting their light on the metal of his rifle.

Thaddeus rose to his feet, keeping in a low crouch as he reached for his own weapon, a small pistol. It was then that he noticed it: A light shifting in the night, the faint rustle of a footstep, the deep-throated rumble of some bizarre creature.

Levi made a swift motion and began to creep along the cliff’s ledge. They had taken refuge among the numerous cliff ledges for the night, their bodies having been pushed to the point of exhaustion. They had been running. What they had been running from they didn’t know, but they could feel its presence the day they started their journey. Now, the presence was back, its movements silent and swift, but none-the-less there.

So here they were once more, running. For one moment, Thaddeus desperately wanted to confront the creature and end this pursuit once and for all, but deep down he knew the fate that would befall that decision.

As they crept along the cliff side, the faint sound of the waves crashing along the rocks below brought them to the realization of the predicament they were in. It would only take one misplaced foot, one slip of the hand to plummet the many feet to their deaths.

“We need to move faster…” Levi’s voice was laden with worry as he picked his way along. He could sense as the creature began to close in, this was its territory. It had no fear of heights, or danger. The only thing that held it at bay night to night was the gleaming fire, and now…

There! The top ledge was just out of reach as they climbed their way along the ledges.

“It’s up there. Boost me up, I’ll pull you next.”

Thaddeus disliked the idea of being last, but complied as he realized the lesser option of stalling time. It was not long before the both of them scrambled onto the sparsely vegetated flats overlooking the ocean, but they could not rest long. The creature was continuing to close in.

Already exhausted, they scrambled away from the groaning rumbles of the creature, hoping to put some distance between it and themselves. They had a mission to complete, now wouldn’t be the time to fail. They were so close…

Thaddeus stopped in his tracks, “You have to be kidding me!” Levi stopped and turned in the direction Thaddeus was pointing. There in the distance were torch lights. The torch lights of the very castle they were looking for.

“We were this close all this time?!” Thaddeus looked furious now as be continued to plod through the loose dirt and rocks.

“Will you be quiet? We aren’t safe yet…” Levi was right, that creature could be anywhere near them now.

The light was just being to show as the sun rose over the ocean’s horizon. It was then that Thaddeus looked behind to see if they were still being pursued.

“HEL-“ His cry was cut short as the creature leapt on him, tearing out his throat with its menacing jaws. Levi yelled out and shot at the creature with his rifle, just missing the creatures head and striking its arm. They had always imagined the creature to be hideous, but he had never imagined something so vile.

It looked like something out of a horror story. Its body was horribly disfigured with numerous human and animal parts. Five arms protruded from a disfigured chest, giving the creature a spider-like appearance. Each arm held different implements of animals, beaks, talons, bear claws, each tinged red with blood. Its face was hideous beyond reckoning. An elongated and horribly disfigured skull of a human with a mouth lined with many types of teeth rested on what was supposed to be the neck of the beast. As it finished its swift feast, the rumbling turned into maniacal laughter and speech.

“Finally…” The creature chuckled, “I am nearly complete…”

Levi didn’t waste another moment. In an instant the creature was bounding toward him, jaws wide open. It was in this mouth that Levi shot and a horrid gurgling sound followed.

Its eyes turned toward hatred as it leapt at Levi, snapping at his throat and limbs, slashing with claws and talons to break the defensive hold that Levi held. But Levi proved exceptional strong for his size, throwing the creature from himself and drawing a long-bladed knife. This time when the creature leapt, Levi was ready. With a swift motion, Levi severed the head of the beast, knife passing through the thin neck that held it together.

It fell in a crumpled heap and Levi tumbled to the ground, panting. It was over… Now it was time to deal with the creator… Levi stood once more, the message pouring from his lips as he recited the well memorized code, “Darkness begins, magic abounds, evil corrupts, time’s clock sounds.” It was time to end this cult, these necromantic fanatics, once and for all.

One by one they were vanishing, each point of light blinking out of existence without a sound. I did try to warn them, oh how I tried, but no one would even consider the insane notion. I couldn’t blame them though. All of them, in their glorified mindset, could not even grasp the notion that something was terribly wrong. What is one point of light to them? How little they knew.

Now here I lie, staring upwards toward the ever darkening heavens. Another point of light vanishes. Why do you dim so? Your beauty is a gift, this you cannot deny! But for what purpose if beauty, if the ones you display it to ignore it. The hills grow silent in solitude. The grass stands with what little dignity it has left, no longer holding up the blankets it once wore to bear the awed gazers of the heavens. No. The once crowded places sit in the growing dark, one longing figure to occupy the once sacred place.

Wake up you sleeping destroyers. Not by direct means are you so destructive, but by your ignorance to the source of your first dreams. The very dreams that built the life you now live. Now you ignore the beauty of the dream weavers, absorbed in the world that has been created for you, and they now run dry. They find no purpose, no hope in creating in the minds of those that gaze toward them, and they die in despair.

Only a few remain, their dimming light fading ever so quickly. Soon there will be total darkness. Soon the dreams of man will cease to exist. May you find peace you dream weavers, for the hope of truly living dies with you. Tonight is the night we fully become the monsters we created for ourselves, unthinking, unloving, uncaring, as the last light of hope fades.

Here lie the dreams of all mankind, at the age and time where the stars ran dry.

Of the dream,

Mythwriter

This first blog can be considered dual purposed. First would be to test the capabilities of this somewhat limited word posting device as well as giving a more thorough introduction to who I am and what I do.

I am largely a writer by design. I have been writing for many years, both solo and with Fallen, and find it a great way to relax, express creativity, and finally get that story out of my head and onto paper. I largely write musings (deep thoughts put into small pieces), poetry, music, and more recently flash fiction. Of my larger projects, I have only one. An 83,000 word novel that is in current need of editing and updating. It was a project from NaNoWriMo.

In addition to writing, I do a lot of gaming and occasionally Web Design (the field I wish to go into eventually). I have completed one website (not yet available) and have pieces of two others along with another prospective project.

To end this slightly awkward introduction, I will simply state this: Every now and again I will post a blog containing a piece I have written, whether that is a short story, a poem, or a song piece will be decided from week to week. I look forward to sharing my works with you (Note: Sharing. Not stealing, copying, or plagiarizing).

Of the dream,
Mythwriter