onsdag 14. oktober 2015

30 Day Writing Challenge, Day 1

Day 1. Take your least favourite character you've ever created. Put them in a scene that would drive them mad.

She wakes up with a start and opens her eyes. Her room is completely dark. She had felt something tickle her shoulder, so she tries to brush it away with her hand, thinking it is probably just her own hair. It isn't. Trying not to think about it, she closes her eyes again and tries to go back to sleep.

There it is again. There's something on her shoulder. As she tries to brush it off her shoulder her fingers connect with.. something, before it disappears as it falls from her shoulder. A shudder runs through her and she decides it's time to get up. She can't see whatever she is sharing her bed with at the moment anyway, so she won't be able to get any more sleep.

Her feet hit the freezing cold bedroom floor. Her hands search for her clothes in the darkness, and once again her fingers feel this something. Something moving. Something small and spindly. She pulls her hand back and groans. Not spiders, please don't be spiders. She hates spiders. She wants to crawl back under the covers, but she knows there's probably one in her bed too, so that's not an option. Gritting her teeth, she stands up and takes two hurried steps over to the wall to find the light switch. Her hand hits the wall. Running her hands back and forth across the wall, her fingers reach out to find the switch. If she turns the light on she'll at least be able to see the spiders so she can avoid them. Or squish them.

She can't find it. Where is it? She has lived in this house all her life, she knows perfectly well where the light switch should be. But it isn't there. Something scuttles across her feet. It's small, but she can feel it on her bare skin. She feels frantically for the switch, the door, anything that could be of help. The curtains. She can just pull them away from the window, and there should be enough light for her to see properly. Stepping away from the wall, she feels her foot stepping on something. Her feet crushing something. Something small and spindly. She smiles to herself in the darkness. Won't have to worry about that spider any more. She continues to make her way towards the window, reaching out in front of her so she won't crash into the wall.

As her fingers touch the wall, she can feel several small somethings move away, scuttling away in all directions. She pulls her hands back, before slowly reaching out again. Let's just get some light in here. She tries to ignore the occasional sense of small, spindly bodies moving whenever her fingers touch them in her search for the window. She can feel some of them fall onto her feet. How many of them can there be? Where is that stupid window?!

It's not there. This isn't happening. She punches the wall, feeling yet another spider being crushed by her. This time she freezes. What was that? What did she hear behind her? You can't hear spiders, they are too tiny to make that sort of sound when they run across the floor.. but there's something. With too many legs. Moving towards her. And she can't see it. She can't see anything. She spins around and pushes herself against the wall, trying to move away. If she can't see it, it can't see her either. Right? It races towards her. Is it more than one? She can't help herself. She feels the scream building up in her throat before she can stop it. It feels like there's thousands of tiny little legs running up her feet, her calves, her thighs, as she pushes harder against the wall, trying to push through it, running her hands up and down the wall in desperation for a way out. Something. Anything.

She feels them running up her arms now, towards her face as she screams. She frantically tries to brush them away from her mouth and nose, but she loses her balance and falls on her knees, tears streaming down her face as she howls in pure terror.

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I've never really created a character before, so I ended up using myself. And being in a dark room full of spiders, with no means of escape, would definitely drive me mad. I got a bit carried away while writing, but I felt it was time to end her (my) nightmare at this point.

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