Creative Writing

In the dim light, the dust motes are floating around carefree. I see the dim light reflecting off a painted black surface, giving off a soft sheen. This fruity scent comes before me. It’s exotic and I feel compelled to find it.

      I looked around to find the darkness trying to invade my sense of tranquillity. I feel comfortable in this vast white wonderland.

    Mountains seem to loom before me and block my path of sight. They are colourful and they seem to disappear and re-appear in a different form.

    I hear movement to my left. Then I find myself falling sideways. I am lifted high into the air. I feel like I am flying! I feel free! I feel like nothing can stop me! The air tastes different from up here! It’s sweet and so clean and fresh.

   This feeling of euphoria lasts a minute. As I am hurtling towards the mountains I think about how great the white wonderland is! I prepare myself for impact. The landing wasn’t as bad as I thought! The mountains have gone and I am lying on my side.

   But yet my mind is still reeling in the fact that I was flying through, what it seems like, time and space. I hear what seems like a pleasant melody from my left.

The white vast wonderland is shrouded by the darkness and I can’t seem to find my way. After what seems like an eternity, my eyes adjust. The mountains seem foreboding. And I am unwilling to look at them. The darkness creeps around me, like an impending doom waiting to happen. I try to close my unwilling eyes.

    I hear a faint tapping sound. I dare not think what it could be. For if I think, I may lose my sanity. The coldness soon catches up with me. I do not think I will make it….