The ground surrounding him hummed with vibrations. Within his deep sleep he felt the shift of the earth, heard the soft murmur of voices come to gawk at his grave. The thorn tree had grown monstrous; the root that pierced his chest, and pinned him in place had tripled in width and continually grew. With each passing year his longevity stretched out before him, taunting him. In the early days, people feared coming to his burial site, but as time went on. And it went on, more and more people came.
The
voices grew until he heard them echo through the roots of the
tree. Feminine laughter. The sound was sweet at first. Then soured and
churned within him, reminding him of the laughter of another woman; one long buried.
Like
him, but dead.
Above
the voices changed. Laughter turned distressed as deeper, cruder ones
joined. The earth shook with a thump, followed by a broken scream.
A long forgotten pungent smell washed over him, and he groaned as the blood
soaked into the soil, bleeding into the earth until it finally touched his
lips. Power rushed through him and the tree pinning him to the
ground shook and splintered.
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Gorgeous writing, I love imagery! Can't wait for 25 more XO //fellow challenger
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DeleteHeavy stuff! Nice.
ReplyDeleteHah, it won't all be vampires and boogeymen. I hope. XD
DeleteThat's creepy.
ReplyDeleteYea? It won't all be creepy. 26 letters, have a lot of genre's and themes to explore! ^_^
DeleteMulti-sensory and powerful writing!
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