Thursday, 31 January 2013

Visual Writing Prompts

The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter. I stepped back, rather petrified of the feeling that had overcome me. This place, hardly a building anymore, was obviously unsafe, ready to crumble to the ground any minute. But for some reason, there was a force like a magnet attracting me to reach out for the door knob and step inside. Inside I knew I did not want to enter, for who knew what might have been in there, but there seemed to be an invisible person edging me toward the crippled mess of a building, lifting my arms and twisting my hand. My feet seemed to have a life of their own, and step by step I stepped into the darkness. There was not a gleam light anywhere, not another human being, only the occasional bat fluttering overhead. Spider webs stuck to my arms, lizards and other crawling creatures scattered over my new shoes bought just before. "What am I doing?" I constantly asked myself, but just kept walking into the everlasting path of darkness and uncertainty. For some reason however, I was not scared, just intrigued. There was something magical starting to form about this place however small, I could feel it.

- to be continued

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