The sun, provider of light and warmth, began to sink quickly into the west. Gold, amethyst, and red dully thrown and swirled across the great horizon, a prospect only witnessed as a greater beauty. Night encroached as wind began to whip wildly through the rolling landscape, carrying with it a chill. Clouds choked the darkened skies, stars hidden from onlookers, a storm approached. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked. The earth shook and the wind became violent. An unfortunate fellow emerged from the dark; he clung to his ragged blanket with bone white fingers. A shaggy haired head appeared from the mass of rags that clung to the boy and he strained to find a place of shelter.
He paused a moment and felt the top of his head. His fear was confirmed, rain had begun to fall. Realization crept slowly into the dormant mind, human thought revealed, and a sobering reality. Stumbling in the darkness the young man flung himself to the ground, searching for a break in the rock. Regular flashes lit up the sky, terror streaked with rain became exposed on a bold face. The rain began to fall heavily, he crawled quickly searching desperately, willing an entrance to a burrow he could curl up in. Frantically he kept moving, woolen rags clinging to his soaked skin, he began to fall, tumbling down the hill he fought to climb. He became distraught, but he felt his fall end as a springy mattress of wet grasses smacked his face. Another flash happened above him and something caught his eye.
Springing up from his position, mud and grass covering his face and clothes, he scrambled quickly to what he thought he had seen. Holding out his hands to feel the landscape he prayed that what he saw was true. He smiled to himself amidst the chaos of reality and slipped into the protection of the crevice.
A small peace, serenity from the besieging chaos, ensued for a small, fleeting moment within the cave. Fear never left the recesses of his mind, the young man began to shiver, and he was cold. Quickly he stripped his wet clothes; still it was pitch black and all he could see was the breath before his face. He propped himself against the rocky façade and began trying to calm his racing mind, trying to relax.
He didn’t realize when reality drifted to sleep, but the veil between dreams and the environment eroded and his dreams were filled with stormy nights and chilling reality of fear.
The young man opened his eyes and saw sun pour through the crevice in the wall and the sun was beginning its arduous journey across the heavens. His muscles were stiff, his back hurt, he felt that the frost had crept within his veins while his mind was still in a fog. He shifted his weight his knees and crawled painfully out into the autumn sunshine, moving muscles slightly trying to gain mobility. A sigh of relief was uttered as a crisp new day was beginning. He stood up stretching his stiff muscles in the warmth of the sunshine and his reflection caught his eye in a puddle at his feet.
His hair was a long, tangled mess of brown. Mud hid his tanned, rough skin in and covered him from head to toe and he wore woolen rags as clothing. He was small, mostly from malnutrition, but muscles would soon grow if nourished. Traveling had destroyed his leather bound shoes and worried about his clothing for the oncoming winter. Then in the same puddle, with his brown eyes staring back at him, he gave a full hardy laugh. He was a tramp! He remembered he had lost his cloak in the overnight storm, turning his head he heartlessly looked for his article of clothing, but saw nothing but rolling hills, farmlands, townhouses and something faint in the distance.
Some primal hidden instinct sparked and he felt a new found feeling of excitement. His travels, his journey, he was finally going to find work. The inner workings of his mind began to turn rapidly as he attempted to figure a plan.
Okay here is an explanation of this. It is quite tedious I recognize that, it is more of a stream of consciousness and less about dialogue and more about the introspection and realism. It ends abruptly because that is all I have written tonight. My influences are more gothic and this story will develop into a fictional story. I would like a more analysis of style and if it grabs your attention or is thought provoking. Again I did just write this in the last hour or so and I haven’t been working long.
If you are interested in knowing more I have a basic outline for the progression of the story, not very well thought out but enough to start writing, email if you want to know how it goes.
(I ramble sorry! I want to get everything out in the open!)
Thank you, Rachel! Yeah that always seems to be the problem I have identified myself with. Beginning perfectly is so paramount to a good writing.
Alright I don’t know if you are still checking this. I don’t know how to contact you by sneding an email through yahoo but my aol email adress is Spencer9663@aol.com