hey hey all,
i'm in a small place in tucson, az and i'm in some serious need of group writing. so i'm going to start a prompt, and lets see if this goes anywhere...hope so!!
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let us not linger in this macabre moonlight...
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Silver moonlight pried through the windowpanes in the hall of the Mountain King. The hall breathed with it’s own life, sleeping with it’s inhabitants. Except for one.
ReplyDeleteThe chamber had been muffled by soft tapestries and furs but the in the corridor echoes crowded every alcove. He walked slowly, only a faint echo betraying the fall of his feet on stone. He crept along the labyrinth of corridors watching every shadow that fell past him.
He crept up to high windows where the moon spied through, splashing it’s silver light across the corridor, leaving no shadows for him to hide behind. Hesitating only a moment he crept into the icy light. A low creak sounded down the corridor and he froze. The hall was stirring. He surrendered several long minutes crouching in the moonlight waiting for the hall to drift to sleep again. Finally A soft breeze from down the passage way enveloped him, then faded away like a sigh. He continued down the passage way.
Open doorways gaped at him as he passed, silently studying his midnight flight from the palace. He wondered if even the very stones of the hall would betray him to their King. He allowed his footsteps to fall a little faster.
At last he approached the grand staircase, with it’s dark carved banister intertwined by squat gruesome figures. Frozen they grinned and snarled at him in the moonlight. More of the figures guarded the great wooden doors of the entry hall at the bottom. His flight was almost ended. As his fingers brushed the wooden railing the shadows around him jumped to life. From the depths of the hall he heard a rumbling roar. The mountain King had awoken.
At once he sprang from the railing leaping down the steps of the staircase. Shadows streamed from the dark edges of the staircase in front of his path. He leaped over them only to realize that the statues lining the hall had come to life, their eyes now gleaming like the silver moonlight. Too late he felt a pair of gnarled hands grab at his feet and he tumbled to the bottom of the staircase.
He landed at the foot of the stairs his breath beaten from him. Only a moment passed before he felt a pair of crooked hands grab for him. He kicked out and felt his feet deliver a solid blow. Another pair of hands reached for his arms, and he pummeled them away. From the other direction more hands grabbed for him pinning one of his arms to his side. With his free hand he grabbed his knife and lashed out. He saw the trolls skirt away from the blade, disappearing into the shadows. With all of his strength and speed he bolted across the entry way to the great doors.
They fell on him in a swarm, howling like animals and locking their spindly fingers around his legs. His feet were yanked beneath him again knocking him to the floor before the great doors. He flailed, but they surged upon him, grimy and fetid, holding him fast to the cold stone floor.
Silence echoed through the hall. Iron fingers loosened their grip and slunk back into the shadows. He rolled over and found himself looking up into the glare of eyes flashing with the same silver gleam. Above him stood the hight mountain King. He felt a blow strike his head, and then was lost in a dream of shadow and moonlight.
it is difficult to say whether or not all this was a delusion or a dream or perhaps, both. when the young man came to he found himself surrounded in darkness. he threw out his arms, or, at least tried, but quickly discovered that they were firmly fastened to his sides. he fingered his restraints. the material was cold and smooth, some sort of wire he thought. he kept blinking hoping to adjust his eyes to darkness. he could feel something rough against his eye lashes. he must be blind folded. he tried to shuffle about and suddenly noticed a foul smell. he had defecated in his pants. the man began to cry. this is a nightmare, this is a nightmare, surely this was a nightmare?
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