Monday, November 08, 2004

Story Time

I wrote this quite a while ago, but as I haven't posted any real content on here in some time, I thought I'd stick it up for you to read.

Decker stepped out of the alleyway as the last embers of the Sun's fire fell below the skyline. Off in the distance, he could hear the rumble of the Gears as they turned in their endless toil.

He knew that Decker was not his real name, but he could not remember what that was. He also knew that the place he was in was called the Dreamscape, and more specifcially the City, but he did not know how he knew this.

As he looked out onto the empty street, the lamps flashed on, one by one, filling with incandescent fire-mist. The haphazard shadows they cast brought another dimension of unreality to the buildings lining the street, buildings which already had an eerily chimeric quality to them. Down to one end of the street was a square, at the centre of which was a structure that looked like the inside of a kaleidoscope. The very tip of it had caught the last rays of the sun, and light was cascading down it in many colours.

The other end of the street was shrouded in mist, but out of this mist poked a clock tower. The clock face was made of glass and shone with an eerie blue light. The clock proclaimed the hour to be eleven past ninety in the evening, although Decker did not understand how this could be, as it had no hands. He was suddenly overcome with a fierce desire to see the rest of this strange building and made his way toward it and into the fog.

In the fog he could see nothing but the bright haze of the lamps and he could hear nothing but the echo of his own footsteps and the constant dim thunder of the Gears. Nevertheless, he was sure of his direction and continued at a steady pace whilst the misty ghost-lamps floated past him.

Slowly, the building began to loom out of the encroaching mist, the clock tower with its spectral clock high above him. The doors were thick and wooden and set in an impressive gothic archway. As he approached, they swung slowly open, revealing a gloomy interior.

Decker paused, then strode inside.


I may write more of this later, and do some accompanying art. Time will tell.



At 9:24 pm, Blogger Withiel said...

How very wonderful. Fills my head with all sorts of baroque imagery...


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