thewordbuilder3

" Au - dric," whispers a soft, beautiful woman's voice - it sounds a little older than the woman herself, who happens to be only two years older than I, Audric Pickett, who she happens to be related to.                                                                           " Audric," she whispers, louder, except this time her voice cracks, and is raw with emotion: fear - but why? What is she afraid of? Trust was something I had not, not since - no! I wouldn't dare to think of it ever again. I tightly squeeze my eyes shut - even though it's pitch black, for it's a deeper, denser darkness I hope to sink into - one I can only find behind my c

- Thewordbuilder3 Just an excersize I'm trying - it's not done, nor do I know what direction it will go. I'll probably finish it eventually. :) That sound! Oh, how that sound grates at my nerves! Every nerve, every fiber within me - rage, an overwhelming inferno - the pit, lodged within the depths of my soul - fills me entirely, spreads throughout me - I want to burst! For this shell, the body, cannot hold this smoldering flame within! All surroundings, all people - everything around the inferno hidden beneath this tissue-thin shell of a body, fades into the back-round; - into the pit I sink. Deeper! Deeper! Only Corra, my best friend - onl