A/N: Wow, I've been away for far too long. Oops. Just...life, you know. Wonder if anyone still cares at this point xD Regardless, I found some documents on my computer that were never posted. So let's clear these out, yeah? Still been reading/faving/alerting, branching out my fandom interests, and like to think I might have learned/picked up the odd thing from reading those with great writing skills and ideas. I'll tidy up my old stories, dust off these files and post them before I lose nerve (again) and maybe write out some of the ideas that keep swimming round my head but don't get the justice of writing they deserve (just a quick note jotted down to keep them alive). If anyone's still interested, then...wow, what did I do to deserve people like you? And to any new readers; hello, welcome, thanks for popping on by and I hope to see you around again ^^
Any and all criticsm and advice is welcome, I think I'd like to start taking my writing more seriously now that I have a calm(ish) period of my life right now, so show me what you got!
Alone and afraid; memories his only companion.
Times gone by; brothers loved and lost.
Alone.
His dry breath flows weakly from cracked lips.
Faded light slithers around his feet.
Alone.
Water trickling down slowly beside him.
He shivers; licks the dusty rocks, searching for the moisture.
Alone. Desperate.
Whispers from the rocks, worming their way into his senses, never letting up, never giving him peace.
Alone.
Family. Torn from them. Screaming.
He saw them chasing as they spirited him away.
So weak. So helpless. So useless.
And now he's alone.
He curls up in the small space, dust rising and dancing around his pale form.
Left here. Trapped. Shut in.
With only the dust and the rock's whispers for company.
Fear. It slithered into him and once it had taken hold, it refused to leave. Gnawing at him, hissing.
Tired eyes slide closed. A single tear escapes.
His brothers, so strong, so loyal. Have they given up hope? Do they believe him dead?
A quiet sob reverberates around the enclosed space.
Hope is all that's left. And it is in its dying throes.
Alone. They'll never find you. You're alone. Forever.
A cry rips from him; he rams the blocked entrance in a sudden fit.
Nothing. No one comes running. No one ever does.
Cold sunlight penetrates through a single gap.
He crawls towards it, pressing his mouth to it, searching for air unpolluted from rocks and dust.
A beetle scurries over the dry floor, and before he knows what he's doing, he's pounced on it; he can feel it frantically trying to escape his enclosing hands.
It's trapped. It's afraid. He made it that way.
He launches himself backwards, hearing the thud as his shell hits rock.
The beetle runs, free, escapes through the soil.
Unlike him.
He's trapped. But they're not coming back. No one is.
His throat constricts, he hugs his legs tightly to himself, shivering in the cold.
Alone.
He whimpers; the sound escaping from him like the falling of a leaf – unnoticed.
His heart beats painfully in his chest; his breaths grow shallower, drier...weaker.