| RED SNOW
(Part 1, The eyes awaken)
He opened his eyes to find himself standing in a hazy fog, looking into a world that never gave birth to life. There were many dead trees, and nothing could be heard except the wind, which sounded like wispers in the distance. Not even the faintest idea of how he arrived in this strange world came to mind. He looked down at his left hand. It was closed tight into a fist. He opened his hand. Nine puncture wounds were on his palm and a single bloody rose petal drifted to the dirt. He bent down to pick up the petal and without thought, shoved it into his coat pocket. After a few moments of racking his brains for the answer of how he got here, he slowly got to his feet and looked out in front of him. The fog was so thick in this area that he could barely see two feet in front of him. He was thirsty, hungry, tired, and cold. He trudged his way through the fog with heavy footsteps, and he looked down at the ground. It cracked as he walked on it and was the smell, color, and texture of dry blood. The sound of rushing water came to his ears.It felt like he hadnt drank anything for days, so he moved toward it. As he approached the river, the fog cleared and he could clearly get a visual of the river. I was very dirty and dingy, the kind of water tar is dumped into. It was slightly black, but the desire to quench his thirst overid logic. He dropped to his knees and took a handfull of the water to his mouth. He swallowed half of it and choked and gagged and coughed. The water tasted salty and slightly inky. His head began to spin, he couldnt breathe and he blacked out . The feeling was unbearable. A weight set on the heart. He opened his eyes with a great feeling of fear. A wooden door was set in front of him. He didnt have to think. The wimpers he could hear from the room sounded like ones he'd heard before. He opened the door and peered around the corner. A girl lay on the bed, crying. As he drew near, a familiar scent drew itself into his lungs, and at that same moment, his lungs were on fire and his heart beat so hard his chest hurt. He wanted to hold her...but as he reached for her, there was a pain on his neck and he fell into a undisturbed sleep. He slowly came to....back in the misty world. He clutched somthing soft in his hand....somthing still warm...and wet...a pillow that ought to be the girl's.
This story is derived from the depths of my mind and the past of two people. The world represents the broken mind of young girl "he" is searching for. ("He" is not me and "The Girl" is not Danielle) Yet as the story progresses and the characters evolve, thier names will be learned. I mainly want the story to speak alot in metaphors. In case you dont know....the river was tears and eye liner....usually when a girl cries and she is wearing eyeliner it comes out. It also shows that the mask you put on can never block the tears. The only thing I dont like about this story is the use of so many "hes" but its neccesary, so I guess we'll all have to get over it. Also, some parts of the story wont even tell about what he is doing. It might explain a feeling or a process of feelings. For example, I think its part five where the story tells the relationship between physical and mental pain. Of course you will see when I put it in here. Since this is a descriptive story, all the gore will be extremely descriptive, so have fun and I hope you like it. |
