19 February 2013
Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air; the once dank haven of her beloved crypt stood ablaze; ashes crashed towards her, they wove fast into her auburn hinted hair; the charcoal smoke smothered her ghostly skin and fumigated her already decrepit lungs.
She did not care.
She intently listened for a sound beyond the crackling red rage of heat, beyond the crazed cries of the wild townsfolk; their accusing glare did nothing to her demeanour -only a slight irritation niggling in her mind.
No, her devotion to detail strayed to the deep, depth well of her crypt; etched in her memory a million moons ago, this same night -only centuries apart; her life played over again and again, trapped in the hollows of time, always a step behind of this never-ending game.
The distortion of her heart ripped apart her spleen.
'Nooooo' her flaying heart screamed, 'this couldn't be happening again'.
But it was, it was -at a rate she did not suspect.
~ Copyright Ozlem Yikici 19.02.2013
I'm attempting something new, not sure if it's working as intended, I'd love to hear your thoughts before I continue some more. Honesty is key for me to decide whether I should scrap it or continue. Thank you for your input from now.
-Part 2 is written and posted, for some reason it can't be seen on the #nightdwellers thread -thought I'd keep you guys informed.
Beyond the Crypt -1 • Opuss № I