1. I really don’t feel like writing. 2. I had such horrible nightmares last night that I woke up in a cold sweat more than once. 3. oh well, here goes nothing.
I know this late, but I’ve been working on reading some Greek plays today, and analyzing them. That also means that my mind is almost completely shot. So, I think today I’m just gonna write with an old prompt of mine in mind–write a scene with an emotion in mind. In tribute to my nightmares, I’ll choose fear.
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He took a step through the doorway and almost immediately regretted it. His hands were trembling, his jaw quivering, and cataclysmic fear was slowly building in his chest. The walls were moist, else he would have reached out to them for support, though he wasn’t sure if he was in command of his phsyical faculties quite yet. A soft scratching noise kept inching closer to him, urging him to run, but he couldn’t. The darkness kept him rooted to the moldy spot he was standing in and he could only wait for the scratching to get closer, his heart thudding in his chest, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating in hopes of catching even the faintest glimmer of light. All was in vain. It stopped in front of him, and the silence was a scream cleaving his head in two. Just before a whimper slipped through his lips, a blinding whiteness filled his eyes and knocked him to his knees. He faintly noticed a squelching sound as his knees hit the floor, his mind too busy praying for his sight to clear. When it did, he immediately and vainly wished it hadn’t.
time’s up. *sigh* now I might take a nap.
[...] week 3 [...]