Bit of Fiction: Elaborating Simple Concept [1 paragraph]

2015 8-17

Simple Sentence: He was afraid of the dark.

Elaborating Sentence:

Betrayed

My childhood bedroom was a converted oversized den and was rather oddly shaped. Not quite a rectangle and not quite a square. It had a rounded corner on one end and came to an abrupt acute triangle on the other, with the door offset off of the main corridor so that it was not bad feng shui. The adjoining wall to the master was a putrid pale lime green. It was comparable to various unmentionables in a newborn baby’s diaper, thankfully without the aroma. No matter – I’m certain it was very trendy or more likely, Father’s colorblindedness had bested his decorating efforts yet again. The local carpenter built a custom box bed to accommodate the odd space. The fresh smell of cut oak lingered in my room for weeks. My bed laid quietly under the large window and the the light was not bashful in flooding my room with all it’s magnificence. Even on gloomy rainy days, the light would sneak in to keep me company and bring me cheer. Right outside my window was a mountain canvassed with towering trees. Tall ones, short ones, fat ones, skinny ones. The trees aligned themselves as if they were fans in a stadium; one taller than the other, competing for a touch from the sun. In the early mornings, I could hear the mountain run off trickling down the small waterfall. It was serene. It was peaceful. But then the night comes. And the light … the light betrays me, fails me, abandons me. The very same light which I embraced during the day turns menacing. It forsakens its obligatory shield from all things frightening. It relinquishes its welcoming glow. And in its place, dark shadows springs forth to plague my walls with their grimacing faceless forms. No two shadows were alike and they danced on my walls with such fervent wickedness. I’m not afraid of the dark, no. I’d much rather be completely submerged in darkness than be teased by the light. In complete darkness the shadows are banished from my eyes, from my mind but with the aide of the light it taunts my imagination cruelly and haunts me until I surrender to my dreams.

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