Fiction: Darkness
Fiction: Darkness
I just stood there. Just looking into the big black cavity before me. If I stand here long enough will I suddenly become part of the blackness. Swallowed never to be seen again becoming part of the vast expanse in front of me? I can’t move away from it I think, or is that I don’t want to move away from it? I’m not sure, I’m not sure of anything anymore you know since………….. well since that.
‘That’ is what we call it now. As if not saying what it really is will make it somehow magically disappear. Like if you just don’t say the name nothing bad can happen a bit like his name who you don’t say in Harry Potter and look how well that turned out for everyone. Yet still we just don’t say it. Sweep it under the carpet with the rest of the cobwebs and skeletons you don’t want anyone else to know about. Because nothing bad can happen if no one knows can it?
But you see it’s just not working for me. ‘That’, this, the empty blackness in front of me. It has to all be related doesn’t it and it wants me now, I can feel it. It’s luring me, enticing me with it’s promise to make it all go away. And I really, really do want it all to go away. Someone please, can’t you see it? Why can’t you see it? I look around the room, at all their faces and back to the black. They can’t see it. I’m starting to panic a little bit now and I can feel it stretching it’s arms out to me. I step back into the room with a jolt and force myself to take my eyes away once and for all.
I’m not looking now but I can still feel it. I put one foot in front of the other and try to make my way towards them. Their smiles, they beckon me, I can feel warmth radiating from each and every one of them I can feel it getting stronger and more powerful with each step I take. But the darkness, it’s still there, taunting me, laughing at me and my feeble attempts to escape it’s clutches. My head is telling me not to fight it. It will be easier to give in and in that split second I hesitate. I stop. The tears filled my eyes and my whole body is shaking as I try to fight it. But I can’t can I, how can I win when I am just me? What power do I have to out run this, to shut it out and rip open the curtains that are and always have been shielding me from the light.
I feel someones hand on mine. Did I make it? Am I there? I can’t look, what if all I see is darkness? And in that moment I know. I know my head is wrong, my heart doesn’t want this. It beats solely for the light, it needs the light, I need the light. Taking a deep breath I muster all I have inside me, push my head up and open my eyes.
I have been struggling with something new for a little while now. I have pieces written in drafts but nothing is resonating with me and I think that is where this piece has come from? I know I have been writing YA supernatural fiction but I want you take this piece and apply it to how it makes you feel? What is the ‘that’, what has happened? And what is the darkness? What, if anything, does it represent to you?
Comments
So well written , it reminded me of many dark times in my past
Another great piece of writing Tracey. I have to say that this reminds me of what I have gone through with miscarriages and the darkness of our fertility treatment not working recently. It is sort of like coming round from a general anaesthetic – if you get my meaning! Beautifully done to invoke plenty of feeling. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought x
This piece really drew me in. You have a powerful way with words and I think that the darkness you have described so perfectly will resonate with most people who read it, but for a million different reasons, each of which will be very personal and unique to each reader.
Thanks for linking with #passthesauce x
Wow that is so deep stunning,meaningful and beautiful. I lost my amazing daddy 12 days ago and then my beautiful granma 8 days later. This explains exactly how I feel. I am going to show it to my mum as I can’t describe how I feel,this is perfect.xx your wonderful
This really hit me. I am suffering with depression/grief after the death of my father last month and this really sums up how I feel.
An amazing piece of writing.
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Wow I love this! You are a great writer! This to me resembles depression and its fullest form… #PassTheSauce
I like this. As I was reading it I was thinking of my own writing-I’m a supernatural fiction writer too- but also my blog and my life. I’ve been feeling a bit lost in finding my way and this piece describe those feelings. Thanks so much for sharing this! Popping over from #passthesauce
Oh tense, I am scared of the dark! Lovely surprise to have a bit of descriptive narrative on a blog. Love a storyteller..looking forward to more #KCACOLS
Another powerful piece, you definitely have a way with words. Thanks for sharing with #ReadWithMe
Really enjoyed this, it gave me shivers. The suspense and then the moment at the end reaching for the light, I definitely wanted to read on…
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I really enjoyed reading this, even though it made me feel quite uneasy – a sign of a great piece of writing in my book! I felt like the darkness represented some kind of depression, and the way it pulls us in. x #KCACOLS
Reminds me of my ‘sadness’ i felt after no2 was born. couldn’t explain the sadness or horrid thoughts i felt but just knew they where there. Great piece! #KCACOLS
Very tense. I wanted to know what happens next. #KCACOLS
Very tense, made me want to read more! You are very very talented! #KCACOLS
Reminds me of my writers block! Fab stuff, very tense. #KCACOLS
Such a powerful post, I could really feel the tension building. Fab writing 🙂 #KCACOLS
Definitely tension building Reminded me a bit of The Elephant in the Room. Something terrible has happened and try as you might, you seem unable to deal with it. Would love to read the next part 🙂
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so powerful – I wanted to keep shouting – turn around and look at the light – turn away from the dark! Not always easy though is it?! A great piece of fiction – good for the soul to write something different #KCACOL
Spooky and tense, sent a shiver down my spine. #KCACOLS
this is so intriguing – makes me want to read some more! #KCACOLS
This pieces shouts grief and loss to me. But not for me as I have never experienced it as dark as that, or maybe I have in a different form than the first one that jumps to mind. Goodness, it’s got me thinking but it speaks to me and it’s saying grief. Really powerful stuff you’ve got there! Thanks for letting me get a peek inside:)
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I really felt the tension build with this, it felt quite spooky and scary. By the end I definitely wanted to know more. In my head I wondered if it was sleepwalking in the dark – would like to know what happens next..#Prose4T