Should I try writing horror?
Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:30 pm
At the end of the universe, the end of time. A dark portal will open over our world, a perfect sphere. Inside, we see only three colours- Black, Red and White. The world beyond is a nightmarish mirror of our own, completely destroyed, mixed with images of skulls and death. The portal will linger for a time, until it descends upon us with the screams of a thousand dying suns and a million dying civilizations. The portal will descend, as if it were the fist of an angry god, and it will crush our planet until we are but dust. And it will continue. Destroying every species on every world with it's dark power and it's hellishs screams, getting louder as it goes onwards to destruction.
Finally, the portal will eat the anchor at the center of the universe, and the portal will open up, expelling it's contents into our world. A shattered world of black, red and white, constantly erasing itself and remaking it's own history. The red cities and people, staring endlessly at the portal, whether or not they can really see it.
The portal will continue it's regurgitation of an alternate reality, until it eventually spits out a final, tiny red tentacle. The tentacle will feed on the miniscule, until it grows a joint, the limb will feed on the tiny, until it grows an organ, the being will feed on the small, until it grows a form, the beast will feed on the average, until it grows an eye, the demon will feed on the tall, until it grows two shattered wings, the flying death will feed on the mighty until it grows a shell, and the invunerable, incomprehencable beast will feed on reality.
Eventually, the beast will have reached it's mark. It will have devoured all. Nothing left but itself and the portal, and even that it shall devour. Finally the beast will feast upon itself in an endless loop, slowly but surely destroying itself, erasing itself within it's own impossible stomach and undoing all of creation.
And your mind will snap back into the real world, you sit up and scream, sweating and panting in fear. You awake the neighbors or your relatives, roommates perhaps. You stay up late for a while, maybe you record the dream, maybe you don't, maybe you get a snack or drink or maybe you just wander around until you forget all about it and go back to sleep.
And as you slumber, the shadow under your head twists into a dark smile as the sky breaks apart under the power of the black portal descending upon a universe that sleeps, even as it dies.
Finally, the portal will eat the anchor at the center of the universe, and the portal will open up, expelling it's contents into our world. A shattered world of black, red and white, constantly erasing itself and remaking it's own history. The red cities and people, staring endlessly at the portal, whether or not they can really see it.
The portal will continue it's regurgitation of an alternate reality, until it eventually spits out a final, tiny red tentacle. The tentacle will feed on the miniscule, until it grows a joint, the limb will feed on the tiny, until it grows an organ, the being will feed on the small, until it grows a form, the beast will feed on the average, until it grows an eye, the demon will feed on the tall, until it grows two shattered wings, the flying death will feed on the mighty until it grows a shell, and the invunerable, incomprehencable beast will feed on reality.
Eventually, the beast will have reached it's mark. It will have devoured all. Nothing left but itself and the portal, and even that it shall devour. Finally the beast will feast upon itself in an endless loop, slowly but surely destroying itself, erasing itself within it's own impossible stomach and undoing all of creation.
And your mind will snap back into the real world, you sit up and scream, sweating and panting in fear. You awake the neighbors or your relatives, roommates perhaps. You stay up late for a while, maybe you record the dream, maybe you don't, maybe you get a snack or drink or maybe you just wander around until you forget all about it and go back to sleep.
And as you slumber, the shadow under your head twists into a dark smile as the sky breaks apart under the power of the black portal descending upon a universe that sleeps, even as it dies.
