Friday, 31 October 2014

Happy Halloween ~ The Darkest Hour

'It was just past the darkest hour of the night. Even the moon in her thin sickle form was wearing a shadowy veil of cloud that flickered in and out of the gaps in the curtain briefly illuminating the sudden imprints of a body on my quilt. I could make out feet bigger then a mans, more animal like than human and it shifted its weight from foot to foot deepening the imprints. Darkening the white sheets like a burn mark in an otherwise perfect landscape.

I was cold and lifeless, all the strength having fled my body as the being made its presence known. I was lying on my back, my arms heavy at my sides feeling like they were made of chipped and aging marble. My head was looking to the side, my hair over one eye and being unable to brush it away I watched it quiver with each racing heartbeat.

I was engulfed within the smells of charcoal, ashes and dirt, my tongue became heavy and metallic as if encased in gold. It moved from just watching my suffering to climb on my chest, its heavy, dark weight upon my ribs. I could hear and feel my breathing labour, it was slowing, quieting, leaving me just a whisper of breath to sustain me.

Was this death?

It was growling its hated for my life, feeling my heart beating underneath its feet. I kept slipping from the world walking to and from dreamland. Thinking of my mother, her tired face as she met God - had I disappointed her? I witnessed the coming dawn so far away waking others from their own nightmares. Feeling the tears and tasting the salt of my own fear I could smell the overpowering aroma of a thousand roses, it was my mother’s name, my mother’s flower. I heard her enter the room. The smell was now mixing in the air with the stench of burning hair I could hear the growing crackling, I wanted to gag the smell coated my senses choking me.

I embraced the darkest hour and its dark blue textures and fell through the bed, the floor, still motionless and without feeling - having never awoken from my own nightmare that the coming dawn had done for so many others before me.'

Well this is a bit different isn't it? lol I enjoy writing dark pieces when I'm in the mood and I thought I'd save this one for Halloween. I wrote this for a prompt for an online magazine, I don't know why but I took it along a darker route - I suppose it's just what came to me. It might be the reason it wasn't accepted though lol Oh well I get to share it today with you all when all dark and creepy writing is encouraged :)

You really can get inspiration from anywhere! This was inspired by sleep paralysis ...

From Wikipedia - 

Sleep Paralysis is a phenomenon in which a person, either falling asleep or awakening, temporarily experiences an inability to move, speak or react. It is a transitional state between wakefulness and sleep characterized by complete muscle atonia (muscle weakness). It is often accompanied by terrifying hallucinations (such as an intruder in the room) to which one is unable to react due to paralysis, and physical experiences (such as strong current running through the upper body). 

The wonderful painting is by Henry Fuseli called 'The Nightmare' 

I am thrilled and ecstatic to be included in 'The Best of Vines Leaves Literary Journal 2014'! With both prose and poetry, my poem 'If Only' and prose piece 'India' (these are the only two pieces that have been accepted in Vine Leaves - I can't help feeling very proud and smug about this! lol) 

It's available to buy 1st December but you can pre-order it here 

Also I am happy to say I will have my flash fiction 'The Storm' in Word Bohemia  at 6:27 GMT today - I will share the link on Twitter and in tomorrows post.

I hope you all have a chilling Halloween - Carl my husband is dressed up with a cauldron of sweets waiting for the trick or treat-ers, hopeful some kids will turn up or he will be eating them all himself lol I'll let you all know tomorrow (New Writing for November) if he has stomach ache or not :) 

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