I am helpless right now. Helpless hopeless, lost. I just need to write all this down so maybe I can get something done around my house.
I see myself on the edge of a rugged cliff. There is a terrintial storm all around me and the winds just keep coming my way trying to push me over the edge. At the bottom of this cliff is jagged rocks and a wild frenzy of ocean making it's way towards the rocks. I am chained to this cliff, iron shackles on my wrists and ankles. I can fall, but I'll just dangle above the chaos below me. There are dark masses all around me that were people. THeir faces have turned black. I cant see their features any longer which makes them seem to be demons. They can only come so close to me and then they are swept away by random tornadoes. Sometimes the storm ceases and the sun peaks out from behind the dark clouds in the angry sky. But just as soon as I see the light, thunder rolls and the ravenous sea below becons me to come. I try to jump but the shackles just hold me in my desperate situation. I cry out but the billows of wind carry my small voice far far away. I wonder if anyone hears me, I wonder if I will ever be found. I wonder when the demon that bound me will come back and devour me with his starving crooked teeth. I would rather be devoured now but the demon is having fun torturing me. Seeing me struggle and cry. My tears are blood now. The sea is blood. Blood from the millions of corpses this demon has already swallowed and spit out. I cannot be free. Their are keys all around me but none of them unlock my rusty confines. I am desperate now. I am starving for some affection that may turn into the golden key that will be my release. I cant find anyone. All I can hear is the haughty laughter of the dark demon with embers for eyes. He is laughing hysterically. He is coming for me. I am trying to get free with all my might. But he is too close, so close I can smell his rancid breath that he is releasing into my ears. He is here with me now. He whispers in my ear that I can be free. All I have to do is take this key in his hand and unlock myself. I take the key and it turns to a dark and emaciated woman. Her stringy black hair flys wildly in the wind. I know that to be free I must become like her. So I do.
This is some pretty awesome writing!
It can really be very inspiring.
It makes me wonder what is happening on the other side of the stormy seas.
I imagine a humble herdsman toiling in the field when he hears a faint cry in the wind.
He rushes back to the stables and musters his kinsmen.
They saddle up, thunder across the grassy vale and then up to the summit of the distant mountain.
From there they see the stormy seas and decide to make camp.
They will start building ships in the morning.
Do you think you can visualize and write this side of the story?
Can you imagine and write how this story unfolds from other possible perspectives?
What does the dark demon and his key represent?
Who does the dark, emaciated woman represent?