Five-Hundred Word Challenge 645: Invitation of the Night

So it was there, the darkness, that was ushered in by the invitation of the night and so all that could be done is stop and stare into it to see if any shapes would find themselves interested in formation so as to make the idea of navigating out away from a city all the more easier, but of course the aid of a torch was still required. Unfortunately the torch was out and so the moon had to suffice, but in this particular area the moon was covered by clouds and the trees were thick. There was the sense of a road underneath and the faint idea or suggestion of shapes and objects, but a lot of the moving forward had to be done by feel and feel was not very friendly at this juncture in time. There was too much space ahead and of course this meant a lot of trying not to stumble.

The sound of nothingness was only held back by the sound of organisms making their way around the landscape that they knew all too well, for they were intimately familiar with the idea of needing to hunt their prey in the dark hours; as such, they had adapted to be as efficient as they possibly could; the person fumbling through the darkness had not.

And so they kept on moving through it, staring in and hoping nothing would stare back. They slowly, yet surely made their way along the path, hoping for the moon to be revealed and some of the canopy to part and hoped that the darkness would find itself dissipating, if even only for a short period of time. Such a happening would restore confidence and instill a sense of direction and determination. Not being able to see anything other than the barest of shape was discomforting. It took away too much for them to feel safe and comfortable. This was just moving and hoping for the best.

But of course they had to keep on going. Sitting still in the dark could only lead to more issue. There was no point in doing so as shelter was nearby; that much they knew. They just didn’t know how nearby it was and they didn’t know if they would easily stay on the path or unintentionally stray and go off elsewhere without realising.

But of course they came to a clearing which gave a bit of a better idea, and in that moment the clouds seemed to part and give the person what they wanted. They were able to see much better, though it still remained dark. They were able to work out where they were and how much farther they had to go. Truly this was a joyous occasion, though restraint remained necessary.

Though once enough seconds had passed, their joy left them for other places, for they were soon confronted with something from the veil of darkness staring at them. A few seconds later and it was something readily felt.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:27:40

This was a bit of a struggle which I think shows.

Being written within a time limit probably has a lot to do with it, but it might also have to do with not doing enough fiction as of late.

I’m happy with the imagery. Not sure where the ending came from, but sometimes that’s just what comes.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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