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Fireworks

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Wonderland

Fireworks


    The room was cold as a gravestone and the drop in temperature, even on a day as dark as this, hit you fiercely and relentlessly as you stepped through the old, weathered oak door. Silence. The windowsills held a thick layer of dust, which hid the patterns of decades of decay and neglect. The ballroom was a silent shadow of its former self: the floor was cracked and uneven, like an ancient oil painting deprived of care from many years. Even the chandeliers, once a marvel to behold, seemed bereft of life, as if they had simply given up completely. And how was it, that even though I could clearly see the emptiness of the room before me, how I still felt as though I was being watched?

     Shaking away the distant memories I had of this place from my mind, I stared into the ornate mirror, the single splinter breaking up the perfect sheet of metal, jarring my reflection. A year ago, I wouldn’t have recognised this girl: her hair, (hanging in russet rat’s tails to her shoulders) dripped onto the tiled floor, soaking from the persistent drizzle; her cloudy grey eyes screaming defiance. My eyes...

     I knew what I had to do in this now or never situation. I’d always thought that never had seemed a far more tempting choice, but the decisions I’d made over the past few months had changed who I was beyond recognition or repair, and looking back, I knew that this conclusion was unavoidable from the beginning.

     The storm outside had only grown in intensity and passion since I had taken my shelter here, fuelling my resolve. A flash of lightning blazed across the night sky like a firework display, casting sinister shadows in every direction along the barren room, and the low growl of thunder that followed brought an irrepressible grin to my lips.

     When many little children had shied away from the violent and explosive nature of a storm, I had only revelled in it. My parents often grumbled at how often I became ill, due to all the times I spent outside in the rain, getting drenched to the bone, the happiness clear on my face.  In my mind, a thunder storm feared was an opportunity missed. And despite everything, this belief had not changed.
Took something I wrote a while ago and decided to go a little crazy lol
Suggestions and comments always welcome

Enjoy!

ps. I know I originally uploaded this as the first chapter of a story, but seeing as I dont tend to get any further in my projects after 2 chapters or so, I thought I'd just leave it as a random descriptive piece =p
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scarlet-cullen's avatar
Wow... the human dictionary strikes again! How can you manage to put so many big words into one chapter?

I'm jealous. As always!

Chilman would be proud though lol!