Do you need, desire or crave a new challenge? Are you open to sharing your dark side? Then read on.
Do you have a dark side?
Or, think you may have one. Or indeed worry that you might have one. Or, for that matter, worry that you don’t and would like one? If so, join me here each week for dark | side | thursday.
Over a period of 52 weeks, I am writing a story. A dark story that will unfold as the weeks pass. Each Thursday, at 13:00 UTC, I will post a new chapter. Each chapter will be exactly 500 words long, and will be accompanied by a photograph. You can catch up on the story so far by clicking here on dark | side | thursday
Share your dark side?
I invite you to join me either by writing your own dark story, week by week, or, if that is too much, by dropping by, now and then, perhaps when the mood suits you or, perhaps, when it doesn’t, and by sharing a photograph, poem or a suitably dark piece of prose. To cross over to dark | side | thursday create your post, tag it dark side thursday and link to it by clicking on the dark | side | thursday badge below, where you can also find all the contributions so far. Or you can simply share your link in the comments section of my weekly post. And, should the mood take you, you can add the badge to your post.
dark | side | thursday | six
The pain seared through his arm.
He woke, in fright. His eyes would not, could not, open. Cold cracked tiles lining the floor of the corridor did not make for a comfortable resting place. And he was wet. Very. And cold, so cold.
Twisted fleeting fragments flashed through his mind as his tortured senses fought to deal with the pain, the cold, the wetness. The emptiness he felt.
Her emptiness.
Blackened branches bruised his mind, a collapsing corridor. A moment when he slipped. Through.
And oh Hid, her voice. Her voice. Oh, that voice he wished not to remember, to erase.
He had heard her voice. Soft and pleading, seductive and terrifying.
“Don’t let him, don’t let him take it, not now, it’s so close. Please…hear me…”
His fingers had grasped the bottom of the flight of stone steps. Cold, slimy and old, like that thing that twisted inside him. Then, nothing. Cold, dark, empty, breathless nothing.
The voice, her voice, still echoed inside his head. She had been there, in his mind, in his soul, although he no longer imagined he possessed such a thing. Not now. Perhaps she’d always been there. Deep inside. Each time it happened he felt this. The cold, the emptiness, the desire, the sorrow. The terror.
His back was sore, bleeding. From the blackened bark? His eyes, now open, looked around. Blinking, swollen and sore. Taking in the dark corridor, the tiled floor, the damp concrete walls, the ceiling scored with deep cracks like aching distended veins.
No trees, no steps, no voice.
And the door. The door, leading back to his table, and the box.
He stood, began to walk, his breath ragged, thready and broken, pain flashing along his arm with each step. His eyes widened, dry and swollen, when he heard the door click and swing slowly open.
He walked to the door, paused at the threshold. Would anything have changed had he stopped at that point? He walked in. Did not look at the box. Oh, he wanted to.
He stopped at the shelf. Dust covering the few books that lay there, unread. He picked up the leather bound journal, walked back to his table, pulled back the chair, sat down, took his flask, hungrily downed another harsh shot.
The journal was old, the leather cracked, stained and unloved, it was held closed by a thin leather strap, tightly wound around the yellowing pages.
His belly warmed as the shot flared deep inside him. His fingers, shaking now, took hold of the leather strap binding the book and he began to unwind it slowly.
He opened the cover, the pages stuck together with the dust of ages past. He quickly the found the page he wanted, began to read, again, he knew the words, but.
She lay still, after she fell. Her waking fingers tracing the edge of the cold stone that marked the top of the stone steps.
Through her pain she tried to speak.
“Don’t let him…”
The portal to dark | side | thursday opened on the twenty first day of may in the year twenty hundred and fifteen and will remain open for fifty two weeks.
six | fiftytwo
Such imagery created here Andy, with your words. My favourite are these: Blackened branches bruised his mind, a collapsing corridor.
Of course you know how much I am enjoying this. On the weekend, I will sit with a cup of tea and read them all again. Wonderfully dark, creepy, dread-inducing work.
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Thank you Desley for being such a kind, diligent and attentive reader! I look forward to your own next piece with relish and a fair amount of dread!
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Coming right up! 🙂
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And what a perfect post…
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😊
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Here you go: http://musingsofafrequentflyingscientist.com/2015/06/26/escape-dst-ll/
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Truly terrifying tale…thank you for making dark side thursday ever darker….!
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Thank you Andy !
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oh, gosh, the tension was building up and I was not prepared for the final line… now I wait impatiently until next week 🙂
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Coming soon and thank you!
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Mine is pathetic rather than dark. Hmm…
https://nelkumi.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/a-lone-heart/
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This is excellent! Thank you so much for taking part in dark side thursday!
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This dark challenge is killing me. lol
The tension and anxiety are exponentially growing with each sentence and I see myself longing for the next post whilst dreading to read it. I guess you know this is a huge compliment on your skills to write such a difficult genre.
You and Desley need to pay for relaxation massage, which we need every week after reading your posts.
I’m
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Thank you Lucile, I really appreciate your thoughts on this. I must confess that it is both challenging and very rewarding to try to write something like this and to keep on top of the plot. I am learning a lot through the process, I hope I can maintain the commitment. I know what you mean about the relaxation point, I find Desley’s posts quite terrifying and so real, she has quite some talent there!!
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I finally joined you i am not sure that my Dark Side is dark enough but it’s a start, hehe: http://eclecticoddsnsods.co.uk/2015/06/28/time-stands-still/
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Welcome to dark side thursday, this is excellent, a multi tasking post and an idea of pure horror, love it Justine!
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haha thank you it is quite a horrible thought isnt it? What statue would you chose though if you had to be one?
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I think I would be the soldier…at least I could try to fight my way out then..
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lol, true, sensible answer!
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Hello Andy:)
I have to say that I am enjoying your writing a bit too much…it just draws you in and you can’t help but follow:)
here is my contribution for this weeks dark side:)
https://myredpage.wordpress.com/2015/06/28/rabbit-hole-day-3/
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Thank you so much Julia! That means a lot me as I am enjoying this new challenge and it is great that you are taking part too!
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🙂
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