That`s my first one....

[Krista]

If you actually bother to read it then please don`t be very critical.

P.S I`m not english so don`t mind grammar mistakes

 

 

It was dark. He was like in a never ending dense shadow that would not let him move. He wanted go on but he could not. He tried to raise his leg – but he did not succeed, because the darkness was too heavy. He desired to go out, far away from this place but it had imprisoned him like an innocent bird who has been captured and locked into a cage. There was no way out and when he had realized that, he just broke through the choking darkness and made a few steps – just as many to understand again that there was no exit from this deep gloomy place with no light at all.

There were no walls of some substance. He was standing like in a big black bubble made of unbreakable dreariness. The way in front of him was free, yet he was not able to go. Those few steps were the only ones he could make.

Then he could hear a noise. A silent, yet an earsplitting voice. He was not able to understand what was making it or where it was coming from.

It was a soft melody from distant. It did not matched with the surrounding at all. The tune reminded him of a song of a nightingale in a warm summer night.

He closed his eyes and then the picture of such evening appeared in front of him.

 

The trees around his home were rustling calmly in mild summer breeze that ran through treetops like it would have wanted to play with them. The sea was peaceful, some lonely waves rolled to the beach from time to time, fetched a handful of white sand every time and carried it away to the open sea. The sea was blue, so blue that it could hurt the eyes if to watch it too long. A soft, pink dimness was falling very slowly. The sun had set. The only trace of it was red sky that was covering the distance. And the nightingale in the forest was singing on this background. Tunes that came out from its beak were floating over the trees, over the sea and over the golden field of rye farther away. The song gave a brighter colour to everything it touched. Then a bigger wave came and made his face wet....

 

...no, it was not the water, it was a tear running down on his cheek. He did not want to cry, he had closed his eyes tighter and tighter but the tear still had found a way out through his eyelid. He could not fight any more. He opened his eyes and found himself not by the sea in a beautiful evening but still in darkness he had been before he had dived into his memories. He gave up – he did not try to fight with the sadness any more – he had lost his hope to find a way out of this place.

But the tune that had taken his spirit away for a moment was still there. In addition to the sound he could suddenly see a light. Yes, it was true! He rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaking. And the light was still there, yet dimmed but it existed! A large amount of hope streamed into his soul like a river that breaks a dam during a flood. He reached out his hand to feel himself closer to the light. He wanted to run towards it but the darkness was still holding him back. A thousand hands of the shadow clung to him and would not let go. But he was stronger than the shadows, he tore himself loose from these hands and ran to the light. He had not felt himself so lightweight before. He was like flying. The light turned brighter and brighter as it was approaching until he had to close his eyes to go on.

He felt like the darkness was still following him and trying to stop him from reaching the light. He ran, no, he flew faster until he could feel a sudden obstacle on his way which made him fall and hit his head very sorely against the floor.

Then the door of a room of an asylum opened and the lights were switched on. He could see a nurse with a white costume standing on the doorstep and exclaiming very anxiously: “Mr Carson, what has happened?! Why are you bloody? Have you been imagining again? Oh well, that is why you are here in the first place.” She went closer to him and said in a very comforting way: “Don`t worry, Mr Carson, we will make you well again,” and gave him his every-evening pills.

[Peredhil]

Wow, the darkness sounds like every depression I've had, while the melody and light resonate with what God has done for me.

 

Nice twist ending - transforms the piece into a horror story.

 

Welcome!