(okay some time was spent waiting for a copy of the Iris story, and I was concentrating on XSI)
Most of it made up of weird dreams i've had and things i've already noted down.
Still had kewl feedback tho which was something long the lines of:
tho rightly it was said still needs to be refined.
I can see lots of fixable mistakes
(i can calculate a week or 3 of proof reading and correcting it)
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One milky moon filled night I was resting after a hard days work when I heard an echo of a whisper. These are usually words speedily spoken behind closed doors and are rumors, paranoia, secrets and plans, spoken only to hidden ears. Even so, sometimes these words escape seeking out new owners for safekeeping within private thoughts. The whisper I heard was very primal, causing a chill to rise up my spine. The words twinkled like silver in my ears and spoke of promised happiness in a place where there was no responsibility and only easy living. Something in my heart warned me that such a place was foolishness but my mind was crackling with the very idea of escape, so I took it.
I got into my car and drove out of the city leaving everything behind, my friends, my family and my possessions.
Soon the orange lights from street lamps dwindled as I entered the eerie silence of the countryside, the only sign of life was the reflection of beastly eyes in my cars headlights.
I pulled the car over into a cornfield and stood outside an old twisted weather-beaten forest. The trees took no notice of me, continuing to creak and whine as I followed an old crumbling path into the belly of darkness. At first, the place was dull littered with crisp packets and other items of human interference, but soon the crunch of the leaves got thicker, while the forest got darker still and the path was steadily disappearing into the undergrowth.
As I was thinking this whole notion was just a ploy of my mind, a simple wild imagination created by wistful thinking, I had reached the small clearing.
Its beauty was stunning, there was ivory crawling over the rough ruins of an old cottage, and its old tiny and neat garden had gone completely wild, now occupying most of the forest floor. Even in the dark, I could see the wondrous colours from an array of sweet smelling flowers. The purple bubbles of lavender, the silky white snowdrops, puffy red tulips and the sticky yellow honeysuckle. All of these flowers glowed with a delightful hum welcoming all eyes to experience their majesty and power.
However, no matter how long I stared, I was an intruder in this place. Like a large clumsy oaf I walked past the crowds of flowers, my footsteps fumbled to avoid crushing them but the more I did this the more I disturbed the surrounding environment. I managed to reach the center of the garden where the small frosty pool rested. I closed my eyes, thought back to the whispers, and stepped onto the frozen pool. With a crack and a snap the ice, the world and everything around me shattered into a million pieces, all I could see was sharp crystallized colours of red and green while my head howled in pain. Before long this sensation of being squeezed in a tightening vice faded as if it was falling into a bottomless pit.
I stumbled to awake, the clearing had become a bright garden in daytime, all the flowers were in tidy well-kept borders, and the ruins had turned into an old white wash cottage.
I walked towards the cottage, through the gate and over the cracked paving slabs, squeezing the buds of lavender as I passed. Inside I saw many rooms, some were quite normal decorated with tiny ornaments and furniture. While others were plain bizarre, as if everything inside was made of chocolate and candy.
No matter what was in each room I knew each one personally, as if they existed in some faded memory or past trauma. I kept walking past room after room until I saw a one that was completely out of place, an old run down kitchen with rusted pipes and paint pealing away at the walls. From within I could hear a mighty howl of a laugh, which was more animal than human sending a chill down my spine.
However, I could not resist entering the room for a quick look.
Inside sitting around a hard oblong table, was an array of strange creatures. They took no notice of me as they scoffed down the food from their plates.
At this table, sat a strange hairless man sized rabbit, it would hand shove sticky food into its mouth and then erupt into a howling laugh. This would cause skin on its face to stretch back, making the veins and the skull to become sickingly visible.
Next to it was a sobbing mime artist, its hair billowed up like black candy floss, while tears ran down its face, smudging the cracked and dry make up. The creature would make feeble attempts to eat, but the sobbing just caused half-eaten food to dribble out back onto the plate. The third creature was some kind of great green monster with an owls face. It had a billion small arms and legs, which would slosh around cups of wine and ale. After each gulp of wine, its bulging stomach would swish and rumble causing the creature to spew out a lingering burp. The other creatures were half imagined messes of odd shapes and mixed matched body parts from various animals, they struggled to eat what was on their plates.
Suddenly I felt a sickening sharp pain in the pit of my stomach and I became overwhelmed by a hunger I have never felt before. I quickly reached down, ate one of the fairy cakes, and tasted its sweet and sugary lemon icing.
Just then, the room fell silent, and all the creatures took notice of me.
The hairless rabbit stopped laughing and changed its expression to bitter disgust causing the skin to wrinkle and crease back over its face. The mime artist continued to cry but now was shivering and twitching uncontrollably. The great green owl monster and other creatures stayed dead silent and pierced me with a single gaze.
It was then I remembered these were the imaginary creatures from my childhood, once much happier jolly creations but now bitter, twisted and insane.
Almost in sync, a nasty twisted grin cracked along the faces of every beast and I had no idea why and I didn’t wait to find out. I fled from the room through the house back to the garden, I felt foolish in thinking I could go back to the simple times of my youth the place was now dangerous and angered by my selfish abandonment years ago.
I leapt back into the tiny pool and once again, the world shattered around me until I was back within the dark silent forest.
I shivered, the air felt more chilled and I could see my own breath in front of me. I stammered around trying to re discover the path back home, when I heard large rustlings all around me.
My ordeal was not over yet.
