Hi guys, i know this thread died long ago, as i was busy with the book im writing but thought i might post a short Prose in here, like always, tell me what you think and what should be changed, kept, loved etc.
The Overbearing Darkness
Sam walked through the rustic archway, Stepping softly as if to not wake a slumbering beast. His eyes moved sharply from the direction of the main doors to the side window at the end of the long driveway. Doors that were once used as gateways into another world of pristine and shinning décor, mixing with the allure of handsome young men with Omega watches and beautiful women draped over their arms. Only Sam was left in the splintered wooden doorframe now, the small window that Sam had considered against entering through barely held the remains of the once polished pane of glass with a splintered frame.
His ash black hair waved through the darkness as Sam picked up pace through the dilapidated grand hall, almost racing up the grand staircase, tripping on fallen roof tiles and large banister trimmings, yelping in pain as he clattered against the marble statue that loomed over the double staircase splitting the moonlight across the twin staircase, halving the nightlight and gloomy dark, straight down the double set of slightly curving staircase. Sprinting now, putting the searing pain in his left leg from smashing into the goliath looking man-statue on the landing out of his mind. Slowing in pace, the seventeen year old listened into the midnight sky, pressing his ear into the chill June breeze as if talking to a old loved one that was a little hard to understand. The sounds that bustled and squirmed around the tired and old Hengrove mansion, welcoming the darkness that was pushing through the cracks and creaks, slithering through old door frames and moss covered brickwork, all the sounds that should be in the house were there, all but the one sound he wanted to hear, although the darkness petrified him. The silence that stood around him, beat back his nerves and spurred him on, faster than he had ever ran. Running past the deathly picture of the mansions past owner, its eyes followed him down the long corridor as he passed two of the three locked closets and the main bathroom. Spinning on his heels, Sam approached the closed door to the final closet, this one was also locked but Sam had the key, pulling out his rusty set of master keys, Sam fondled the set with his sweaty fingers, searching for the right key, to end the living nightmare that was facing him just beyond this door.
“Please God Please” He shouted in a hoarse whisper, turning the lock, opening the door slowly wishing that there was in fact nothing in the closet but more empty bleak darkness.
But there wasn’t. She was there. In her dirty and deformed cot. Annabel led motionless on top of her sodden and wet bed. Quiet.
She was almost never quiet.
Sam stared at her dirty palms, tears streaking down his face, falling atop his collar and merging with the mud that laid across the rips in his shirt; he laid out his palm on top of hers. Having to grasp tightly in case his hand slipped from his daughters, as to stop the overbearing darkness taking away the last thing he held dear. Sam led beside the motionless baby and held her tight to his chest, still combing the short hair that had sprouted from her head not hours before. Sam went numb, stared at Annabel’s eyes, wishing, Hoping and Praying that Annabel would open her eyes.
Annabel opened her eyes.
Sam snapped out of his cold trance and finally felt the warmth of his baby’s body, he had been so scared, so tired, so out of his depth;that he did not bother to look for signs of life, he immediately feared the worst but it wasn’t the worst, it was what he wished. Annabel was fine; they were cold, tired, hungry and without a home but Annabel was fine. Tomorrow Sam would find a job, give Annabel bought food and earn enough money to bring her out of the cold.
However until dawn broke through the splintered window, Sam would lie there with his child, because Annabel was all that he had left, but it was Annabel that he had ever needed.
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