DREAM CATCHER BY: RYAN MENDOZA BSHRM 1-A The room was damp and humid. The lights had burned out ages ago to be replaced by candles that were no more than puddles of melted wax running down their holders, leaving the room dark, but for the starlight that lit it faintly. The old patterned wallpaper that had once lined the rotting walls was peeling slowly, hanging down in strips to the floor. There wasn’t a ceiling, and as it always had, the roof was open to a sky of millions of shining stars twinkling in the velvet night. The floor could not be seen, covered by a thick layer of gray dust that clung to every other even surface in the room as well. In the centre of the room stood a bright, round, wooden table. It took up most of the space in the otherwise empty room, carved with intricate swirling patterns down the legs and around the edges as though the wind had froze in the table. It was stained a deep chocolate brown that matched the twelve chairs that stood around it, carved with the same swirling pattern. Their backs stood tall in the deserted room, frozen in the moment. But moments pass quickly, and in the next moment a slight cool breeze blew down through the open roof, knocking to the ground one of the grand chairs. Then suddenly, in the following moment, a patch of dust on the floor billowed upward in a little cloud, settling to the sides of the small patch that had been cleared. In the instant afterwards, a brilliant, glowing, electric blue ball of light appeared above the cleared patch and a figure slowly began to materialize in the shadows within the sphere. The figure was human in shape, though it was short. Slowly, the electric blue sphere began to disappear, melting away into thin air, to reveal a short man with spiky blond hair, tipped with blue. On the blood red sash tied around his waist hung a lethal machete, glittering in the soft starlight. His deep brown eyes scanned the room and he huffed..
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 02:19:01 +0000
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