Okay, so I haven't posted anything in absolutely ages, and to be honest i've been a little rubbish! but this is a piece of work that was part of my English portfolio, having just handed in, i thought i'd post it on the t'interwebs :)
Much love, i'll try and get some more stuff up soon!
Lon
xx
Aftermath
I stumbled, almost fell,
as I stepped forward into the frightening scene. My heart trembled as
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Bodies, spread across seats, eyes shut
tightly, tangled limbs everywhere. Remnants of last nights chaos
scattered. Broken glass spread across the floor, instruments of
disaster evident in the remains. Piercing rays shot through, blinding
me. Life-giving sunlight, turned to torturous flame.
Josh, face contorted in
some strange mad grin, lay in the centre of stained mosaic. Grasping
glass in strange, victorious silence, its contents long since spilt.
Movement as a sleek black shadow slunk toward me, brushing my leg
with a rumble. The tiny panther shrugged, shirking over to the
sleeping hero. Sparkling green eyes glared at me as the beast circled
the fallen hero, a long blink of recognition as it made its rounds. A
low growl, and the night climbed into my comrade's arms, settling
down, as part of him.
Vague
memories of another time, his flaming hair shaking as the deafening
noise surrounds us. Bright lights and shaking bodies writhing in the
moonlight. A boy, blonde and sleek, shouting warning. Two shrieking
harpies, scratching and biting around him. Fright, as we are almost
engulfed in the madness, separated from my friends again, as we are
rudely shoved in different directions. Suddenly, another shout, all
around us cleared with a brute strike. Guardian, Enforcer, Protector,
there before they are ripped apart. One thrown away whilst the other
wails. The boy, long gone whilst they struggled, leaving only
destruction. Strange chemical stench remains, echo of their chaotic
introduction.
Another brief shock wave,
as a crash from above sent me spiralling. A mad rush to find the
cause led to frantic scurrying upon dust covered stairs. Movement,
shadow stalks beside me. Energised, ready for whatever may come, must
have seen it all by now, tell myself . Faint noises from an upstairs
room, I creep towards my fate. Door ajar, the curious shade strolls
forward, pushing its way into the room. I follow, unknowing, into
this strange new world.
A
little respite, attempting to push through the crowds with small
effect. There's never enough to go around, and when we've made it to
the tap, its hard to keep our treasure safe from the horde. My
efforts rewarded, I struggle back through the mess, to find my
comrades with relief. Floodlights, as Guardian shouts threats,
cajoling the crowd. We hide our small victories, running for shelter,
evading the onrush of the masses. The shelter isn't far, and evading
sirens and screaming, we run inside, is this our haven?
A sitting figure reclines
against a window, smoke rising from a cigarette. Her puff of white
hair and stained make-up reflect in the sun, ethereal in the shining
light. Broken wired wings, sparkling dress, and bodies to either side
of her, she plays nervously with the shadow. The window seat, a
throne to her survivors majesty. She reclined lazily as she saw me,
stretched, grinned and beckoned,
“Morning, darling, I have
the most perfectly frightful head”
