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The floor was softly tarnished with smudges of mud, vomit and urine, decorated like a sadistic Christmas tree with used needles. In the corner hunched the figure of a man, skin hanging loosely from his bones and his head rocking jerkily back and forth. The hollows in his cheeks sank deep into his skeletal face, overshadowed by the black bags stretching underneath his glaciated eyes.
His pupils erupted as the sunlight burnt through the thin blinds covering the window. Too exhausted to bring up a hand to cover his eyes he simply shut his eyelids. His vision tinted red as the light protruded through his thinning eyelids and scorched his retinas. Eyes open. Nothing but bright white tainted vision.
Dulux emulsion, two layers.
The figure blindly grasped around the floor for a needle, in desperate need of a fresh dose. After several hepitital hand p****s his prayers were answered when he found a fresh needle, the glucose-like liquid still cooling inside its cylinder. He fumbled about trying to find an unbroken patch of skin on his arm and slid the metal into his veins, polluting his system to feed his urge. Collapsing backwards with the needle still hanging loosely from his arm was bliss to him. His neck angled up as if greeting his messiah and his eyes opened to reveal the purest shade of white. Sharp shards of light tore away his vision and replaced it with hallucinations.
The whiteness gathered in the centre of his vision to form an exquisite Pegasus rising over his head to a tumulus bass drum pumping heavily. The winged creature of paramount beauty fluttered softly onto a cloud in front of the man, cocked its head to the left and said in a deep and very wise voice. “Destruction be not the path to enlightenment, but the path to death – if thou seeketh divine wisdom then one must be truly in tune with nature”
This spectral vision faded as the shards of light were shadowed by a cloud. The man looked up from his slumberous state to heard the chug-chug-chug of the number 12 bus to Middlefield outside his flat window, and a pigeon cooing wisely on his windowsill.
His pupils erupted as the sunlight burnt through the thin blinds covering the window. Too exhausted to bring up a hand to cover his eyes he simply shut his eyelids. His vision tinted red as the light protruded through his thinning eyelids and scorched his retinas. Eyes open. Nothing but bright white tainted vision.
Dulux emulsion, two layers.
The figure blindly grasped around the floor for a needle, in desperate need of a fresh dose. After several hepitital hand p****s his prayers were answered when he found a fresh needle, the glucose-like liquid still cooling inside its cylinder. He fumbled about trying to find an unbroken patch of skin on his arm and slid the metal into his veins, polluting his system to feed his urge. Collapsing backwards with the needle still hanging loosely from his arm was bliss to him. His neck angled up as if greeting his messiah and his eyes opened to reveal the purest shade of white. Sharp shards of light tore away his vision and replaced it with hallucinations.
The whiteness gathered in the centre of his vision to form an exquisite Pegasus rising over his head to a tumulus bass drum pumping heavily. The winged creature of paramount beauty fluttered softly onto a cloud in front of the man, cocked its head to the left and said in a deep and very wise voice. “Destruction be not the path to enlightenment, but the path to death – if thou seeketh divine wisdom then one must be truly in tune with nature”
This spectral vision faded as the shards of light were shadowed by a cloud. The man looked up from his slumberous state to heard the chug-chug-chug of the number 12 bus to Middlefield outside his flat window, and a pigeon cooing wisely on his windowsill.
Nice hallucination sequence and thoughtful use of the "shards of light".
Thank you, thank you and thank you.
A short, sharp snippet of descriptive ugliness. Good.
Basically what Strafio said, a lot of fantastic description too.
Pure escapism.
You cringe but you can't halp but admire the beauty.
But you're going to get us closed down, promoting hard drugs like that! :-P
You cringe but you can't halp but admire the beauty.
But you're going to get us closed down, promoting hard drugs like that! :-P
A neat little parcel of descriptive joy.
Anyone else like to offer critique, please?
Thanks for the feedback
Dark and disturbing. I really liked that. :-)
The floor was softly tarnished with smudges of mud, vomit and urine, decorated like a sadistic Christmas tree with used needles. In the corner hunched the figure of a man, skin hanging loosely from his bones and his head rocking jerkily back and forth. The hollows in his cheeks sank deep into his skeletal face, overshadowed by the black bags stretching underneath his glaciated eyes.
His pupils erupted as the sunlight burnt through the thin blinds covering the window. Too exhausted to bring up a hand to cover his eyes he simply shut his eyelids. His vision tinted red as the light protruded through his thinning eyelids and scorched his retinas. Eyes open. Nothing but bright white tainted vision.
Dulux emulsion, two layers.
The figure blindly grasped around the floor for a needle, in desperate need of a fresh dose. After several hepitital hand p****s his prayers were answered when he found a fresh needle, the glucose-like liquid still cooling inside its cylinder. He fumbled about trying to find an unbroken patch of skin on his arm and slid the metal into his veins, polluting his system to feed his urge. Collapsing backwards with the needle still hanging loosely from his arm was bliss to him. His neck angled up as if greeting his messiah and his eyes opened to reveal the purest shade of white. Sharp shards of light tore away his vision and replaced it with hallucinations.
The whiteness gathered in the centre of his vision to form an exquisite Pegasus rising over his head to a tumulus bass drum pumping heavily. The winged creature of paramount beauty fluttered softly onto a cloud in front of the man, cocked its head to the left and said in a deep and very wise voice. “Destruction be not the path to enlightenment, but the path to death – if thou seeketh divine wisdom then one must be truly in tune with nature”
This spectral vision faded as the shards of light were shadowed by a cloud. The man looked up from his slumberous state to heard the chug-chug-chug of the number 12 bus to Middlefield outside his flat window, and a pigeon cooing wisely on his windowsill.
His pupils erupted as the sunlight burnt through the thin blinds covering the window. Too exhausted to bring up a hand to cover his eyes he simply shut his eyelids. His vision tinted red as the light protruded through his thinning eyelids and scorched his retinas. Eyes open. Nothing but bright white tainted vision.
Dulux emulsion, two layers.
The figure blindly grasped around the floor for a needle, in desperate need of a fresh dose. After several hepitital hand p****s his prayers were answered when he found a fresh needle, the glucose-like liquid still cooling inside its cylinder. He fumbled about trying to find an unbroken patch of skin on his arm and slid the metal into his veins, polluting his system to feed his urge. Collapsing backwards with the needle still hanging loosely from his arm was bliss to him. His neck angled up as if greeting his messiah and his eyes opened to reveal the purest shade of white. Sharp shards of light tore away his vision and replaced it with hallucinations.
The whiteness gathered in the centre of his vision to form an exquisite Pegasus rising over his head to a tumulus bass drum pumping heavily. The winged creature of paramount beauty fluttered softly onto a cloud in front of the man, cocked its head to the left and said in a deep and very wise voice. “Destruction be not the path to enlightenment, but the path to death – if thou seeketh divine wisdom then one must be truly in tune with nature”
This spectral vision faded as the shards of light were shadowed by a cloud. The man looked up from his slumberous state to heard the chug-chug-chug of the number 12 bus to Middlefield outside his flat window, and a pigeon cooing wisely on his windowsill.