“What do you want from me!?” Walker breathed heavily, the world in front of him an abyss. The sea of darkness surrounded him in the bliss of an eternal eclipse. “Show yourself!” A shadow lurked amongst the waters, toying with its helpless victim. The shadow lunged itself at Walker, their blades clashed in unison, but Walker barely held his ground. “Argh!” Walker was wounded by a shadow’s counter. His blade fell to the shallows he stood upon, he followed soon after. He crouched in pain, staring down upon his own reflection in the abyss. The shadow stood before him, he had the shape of a normal human, but he certainly did not look like one. It had seemed he was shrouded in a drape of black, his blade welded within him, as if he did not have a true form, taking the role of a shadow indeed. He had no eyes, and his movements were not done on foot, and he had no fingers to grasp any form of an object. He stared deeply at Walker; he did not make a sound. He drew his blade from within him, and positioned himself for a mortal wound. The blade drew close, as Walker prepared for his demise. Neither of them moved for a brief period, until Walker lifted his head to face his doom, or so he thought. There was no one there; the darkness did not give a clue either.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
“What do you want from me!?” Walker breathed heavily, the world in front of him an abyss. The sea of darkness surrounded him in the bliss of an eternal eclipse. “Show yourself!” A shadow lurked amongst the waters, toying with its helpless victim. The shadow lunged itself at Walker, their blades clashed in unison, but Walker barely held his ground. “Argh!” Walker was wounded by a shadow’s counter. His blade fell to the shallows he stood upon, he followed soon after. He crouched in pain, staring down upon his own reflection in the abyss. The shadow stood before him, he had the shape of a normal human, but he certainly did not look like one. It had seemed he was shrouded in a drape of black, his blade welded within him, as if he did not have a true form, taking the role of a shadow indeed. He had no eyes, and his movements were not done on foot, and he had no fingers to grasp any form of an object. He stared deeply at Walker; he did not make a sound. He drew his blade from within him, and positioned himself for a mortal wound. The blade drew close, as Walker prepared for his demise. Neither of them moved for a brief period, until Walker lifted his head to face his doom, or so he thought. There was no one there; the darkness did not give a clue either.