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AN DORCHADAS The Dark had come alive. Prowled about outside. He stayed still. Perfectly still. So the Dark wouldn't see him. The Dark seemed to sense his living presence. It tore at the window wounding the glass leaving large scratchy marks. The window howled. The Dark outside spilling into the room thickening the Dark inside with its outside filling the room with a Dark deeper now a Darkness one could drown in. The Darkness laughed thickened...congealed about me. Somewhere a clock ticked too loudly gobbling all the time up ( and there was precious little time left ) down to the dregs. The Dark was hard and heavy - solid. He would have to cut through it slash at it to part it. The Dark slurped at him with its rough cat's tongue as if it would. . . teasing...testing...tasting "Quick. quick. . .!" whispered Sleep in a furious hiss. Sleep opened a trap door in itself as the Dark lapped at him he just had time to slip inside. The Dark growling throwing itself against Sleep with such rage Sleeps's hinges...rattling...buckling before the Darkness padded away with a snarl. Morning laughed itself into his head ( "You ok kid!" ) bringing with it a cat's meow a tracery of birdsong and as much sunlight it could drag behind it. Stuffed as much sun as it could into his awakening bedroom. A tree tapped at the window. "Hey kid...remember me!" It was still 1963 and the dark hadn't gotten him. "Come and play!" said the day. "Come and play!" So, he - did. The night now very very far away.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
AN DORCHADAS
AN DORCHADAS The Dark had come alive. Prowled about outside. He stayed still. Perfectly still. So the Dark wouldn't see him. The Dark seemed to sense his living presence. It tore at the window wounding the glass leaving large scratchy marks. The window howled. The Dark outside spilling into the room thickening the Dark inside with its outside filling the room with a Dark deeper now a Darkness one could drown in. The Darkness laughed thickened...congealed about me. Somewhere a clock ticked too loudly gobbling all the time up ( and there was precious little time left ) down to the dregs. The Dark was hard and heavy - solid. He would have to cut through it slash at it to part it. The Dark slurped at him with its rough cat's tongue as if it would. . . teasing...testing...tasting "Quick. quick. . .!" whispered Sleep in a furious hiss. Sleep opened a trap door in itself as the Dark lapped at him he just had time to slip inside. The Dark growling throwing itself against Sleep with such rage Sleeps's hinges...rattling...buckling before the Darkness padded away with a snarl. Morning laughed itself into his head ( "You ok kid!" ) bringing with it a cat's meow a tracery of birdsong and as much sunlight it could drag behind it. Stuffed as much sun as it could into his awakening bedroom. A tree tapped at the window. "Hey kid...remember me!" It was still 1963 and the dark hadn't gotten him. "Come and play!" said the day. "Come and play!" So, he - did. The night now very very far away.
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donall-dempsey
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
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