This is a story I wrote when I was in high school as part of an assignment for one of my classes. When I started writing as an adult, it was this story that helped me realize I could do it. I went back, dug it out of my old school stuff, and read what I had written. And you know what, it didn’t suck! I decided I should give it a try, and I’m so glad I did! Where Shadows Dwell was born out of that moment of ‘I know I can do it.’ I thought it would be fun to share my little bit of inspiration here. I hope you enjoy it.
The silent figure wandered through the streets. The night was dark and cold and the wind sent a child running up his spine. He pulled his jacket together around him and continued moving. He looked up and saw the moon glowering at him, like a great eye watching him, condemning him. His throat felt dry as he swallowed in fear and felt the goose bumps rise up on his arms. He picked up his pace, fearful of what may happen if he stayed in one place for too long.
He finally came to a small, silent street. A street that looked familiar to him. He felt a surge of hope rise up as he slowly moved down the street and realized that one of these buildings may hold the key that would unlock the door to his past. He knew, far back in the deepest recesses of his mind, that this city, this street, was somehow one of his former memories.
He jumped as a small sound pulled him out of his thoughts. The hope that he had felt only a moment before vanished and the overwhelming fear that had been haunting him returned. His heart began to pound and his chest began to tighten as he looked around him, searching for anything that may have made a noise.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark figure watching him. The figure began slowly moving. He felt his stomach tighten into a knot as he realized the figure was moving toward him. He backed down the street, watching the figure but searching for an escape route. He passed a narrow alley and without thinking ducked into it. At the end of the alley was a small wooden door with the word “Office of Mike and Mannie” painted in peeling red letters next to the rusty brass doorknob.
He peeked in a small dusty window next to the door and saw a gentle, welcoming light glowing in the corner. He stared at the light then felt his fingers gradually move up and grasp the doorknob. The light beckoned him toward it, pulling him into the room. He had no control over his body as he opened the door and entered the room.
The door closed behind him, but for once he didn’t feel trapped. The light continued pulling him forward, and as it did so it got brighter and warmer. He felt the cloak of fear slowly dispel as he entered the glow and moved toward the center. He realized he was now under the control of the light, but he also knew that it protected him from all of his fears that haunted him.
He had finally found what eluded him for so long.
And that’s where it ends. I have no idea who he is or what he found, but I remember wishing that I had more time to flesh it out. Who knows, maybe I will!