A little something I wrote last year. I had joined a writing club, for all of five minutes. It was on at lunchtimes and I always felt embarrassed sneaking off and I ended up late to my afternoon lessons, so I stopped going. Wished I’d kept it up though.
The date in my notepad reads 19th September 2018, so it was four days after my birthday that I wrote this. I’ve decided I’m going to alter some areas because it’s honestly so terrible, hardly worth redeeming, but whatever.
Soft, slow music wakes me. Dreams still dance behind my eyelids as I peer around the dark enshrouded room. The full, yellowed moon glowed in the velvety sky. My window is left open to the balmy summer air, the sheer curtains flutter in the breeze. The music continues to play, tentative and melodic. And suddenly, shock waves are sent outwards, from the centre of the room, the air pulsating and rippling electric blue. Now a door stands in the darkness, beginning to let out slight rays of tentative golden light. Leaving the warmth of my bed, I go to investigate, rubbing my tired eyes. The wood is painted a vibrant turquoise, like tropical waters, but is peeling and worn. Its antique handle is fashioned from dull brass. Tiny wasps dart about in the shafts of light, dancing around my head. Reaching for the handle, buzzing with energy at my touch, I gently pull the door open. It swings open without a creak, and I am met with a wall of cool, sweet air. Gingerly, I cross the threshold, and the door shuts silently behind me. Stretching out before me in grandeur is a vast cavern, walls encrusted with crystals and gems twinkling in rainbow hues. Stones as pale pink as rose petals shine, dense clusters of lavender hues catch my attention, as does the dazzlingly clear quartz. As I travel deeper, the colours grow darker and richer, rubies glistening like blood, obsidian as black as night, and emeralds gleaming. Golden orbs float in mid air, hundreds of them filling the space with light. As if in a trance, I continue walking, shoulders sagging under the unearthly heavy atmosphere. I follow the enticing sounds of music, through the network of chambers, the melody growing evermore intense as I go further. It could have been hours wandering the passages, gazing in awe at the magnificent sights. Soon I see a darkness at the end of the cavern, black and endless.
At the division between light and dark, I step into the void. Countless stars twinkling like diamonds bombard my senses, billions and billions of them, at a sheer number I could never comprehend. There seems to be no solid floor or ceiling, there are no borders, simply a thrumming empty matter cocooning itself around me. Here, the music sweeps over me like waves lapping onto shore, lulling me into deep tranquillity. Each note twists and expands, stretches across time, immortal, free and infinite. A minuscule, vivid yellow wasp flies past, wings crackling with energy. Like a cloud of lightning a swarm of wasps sweeps past, droning and vibrating. There are echoes of disembodied mewing voices, spinning a song to fill the emptiness. I move through the blackness, sluggish as if I’m swimming in sticky honey. The atmosphere hangs motionless, neither warm nor cool, filled with scents of salt and aromatic spices.
A pair of eyes appeared out of the dark, burning embers boring into my soul. I extend my feeble hand, grasping at nothing. Was this death?
Dizzying colours swam across my vision, I swayed, and began to fall. The threads of the universe melted together and I tumbled into the screaming black.
(By the way, I always intended for the music to be jazz. Click the link please, you’ll not be disappointed, I promise.)