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NOW MORE DISCRIPTIONS OF THE WORLD AS SEEN FROM THE DARKSIDE OF KEVIN STINGS' NIGHT-MARISH WORLD:.

PART # 5 

EXAMPLES OF EXTREME SENTENCES:

WARM, BUT DEAD?

189) A trembling hand raised itself from the gooey mud where it had fallen hours before. Looking like a five-headed cobra it danced and moved in a circle, touching, feeling for anything to grab on to. Then suddenly it found something soft, still warm, but dead.

 THE SHADOW:

 190) Out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadow cross the window. He turned to look but the dancing rain drops made it next to impossible to see. He remembered it as a large shape, but not human-like. Something huge had  moved quickly as if in flight, but not flying. He took a deep breath and cracked his knuckles in a nervious exhibit of fear. As he looked away the shadow appeared once more but this time it stopped. He turned back and looked straight into the eyes of a Demon. At first It seemed to recognize him for a moment, but that quickly dissapeared and the mouth slowly smiled, then  drooling, opened to show the long fangs, then it....

BLOOD:

191) The blood was thick,red, and flowing. The man cried and moaned liked a wounded animal deep in the woods with no help to remove the trap. But this was not an animal, it was a man and the answer had to be different or did it?

BODY DISCRIPTION:

192) He was a little man with a pug nose, droopy lower lip, deep set eyes, that were as black as coal. He walked with slumped shoulders, head down, uneven gate, but still knew where he was heading, and that was back to the darkness. It was the only home he ever knew and it would welcome him like the warmth of a new rising sun.......

FACE:

193) H had a haunted look about him, much like a man who had been to the doorway of hell, but had turned back just in time to escape that destiny. But had he really?

VOICE SOUND:

194) He cried out to the lonely sound of the wind, adding his own sound of shame to it's' already lonesome wail. But on this dark and desolate night no one would hear either one. He became quiet for a moment and waited for an answer but quickly decided that no one would hear his pain when they had so much of their own to bear.

FACE:

195) He lifted a hand and placed his fingers on cold lips, then wondered if he was as dead as he felt inside.

WIND:

196) The winter air was cold and biting. It cut right through his clothes and bit his skin and the pain of freezing began to take it's' toll. Just to be warm for only a few minutes would answer his silent prayer.

FRUSTRATION:

197) The swell of frustration began to build and there was no way he could slow it now. he had walked into a firestorm and thfere was no turning back. The edge of the cliff was just too close to avoid.

LIGHTS:

198) The small cabin was completely dark, but he tested the door know anyway. He needed some shelter from the storm that was just beginning to show it's' fury. As he slowly opened the door he felt a little better; a dry place to spend the night was all he needed. He sshut the door and flicked his cigarette lighter to get a lbetter look at the place.

"I've been expecting you."  a voice spoke quietly. It's been a long time, but i knew you would come..... 

SKIN CONDITION:

199) He touched the cold clammy skin gently, and it was not something he was familiar with. A sickening feeling went through his mind asd he pulled his hand away. What made it even more grotesque was that he had no answer for this new feeling, or condition; or the fact that the skin he had touched was a part of his own body.....

EYES MOVEMENT:

200) He blinked his eyes continuously; nervious energy coursed through his veins at lightning speed. He waws becoming afraid of the vioence that was flooding his brain, but he knew he couldn't stop it.

NERVIOUS HEAD MOVEMENT:

201)

He shook his head no, then shivvered. If he had been hiding something dark he may now be losing that battle.

HEAD PAIN, HIS BRAIN ON FIRE:

202) He continued to turn his head from side to side, the pain was getting worse by the minute. His eyes revealed a a pressure that only fear could produce.

A HEAVY BREATH:

203) He sighed deeply then began the long trek home through the heavy fog. He prayed for some relief and luck that the thing that had appeared then dissapeared in the sickening fog would not follow him there too.

NERVES:

204) Everything seemed to be falling apart, and it looked as if there was no way that he could win now, he'd lost control. something he swore would never happen, not while it waited thfere in the darkness.

SCREAM:

205) The blood curdling scream had chilled him to the bone. Then Just when he thought it was over it welled up again, but this time it was different, it called his name.

STOMACH CHURNED:

206) His stomach churned as the thought of all the horror that he had seen as those frightened people ran from the nightmare of blood and ......

A DARK PLACE:

207) He felt as if he was trapped in a long dark corridor that echoed with whispers of Death.

SWALLOWED BY THE FOG:

208) He dissapeared quickly, suddenly swallowed up by the constantly moving fog. He seemed to find it as a warm safe place from the danger that had followed him for hours.

 LARGE AND DARK:

209) He looked back over his shoulder, then turned. And just as he twisted to look something moved, but almost too fast for his eye to catch it. He knew that it was large, dark, and very dangerous.

SPEAKING TO THE SHADOWS:

210)  Wandering among the ..................buildings he spoke to the shadows as if they could hear his quiet rfaspy voicem but the only answer he received was the fierce wail of the wind in the upper reaches of the alleyway above him.

SHADOWS:

211) The lengthning shadows dragged along by the large red ball in the heavens soon began to lay down thfeir arms as the darkening sky cast its' own blanket over the earth.

NIGHT TIME SKY:

212) The big night sky was filled with millions of twinkling stars, pin points of light in a jet black heavenly blackboard. "Where was the moon when he needed it?" he wondered.

THE SILENCE-THE DARKNESS-AND THE SONGBIRD:

213) He found himself in a silent black world that held more secrets for the blind than those who were sighted. Then the sound of one lonely far off night bird singing in the darkness told him that all secets would not be kept this night; at least not by that one single songbird who braved the night to say farewell to the day that had passed.....

FACIAL FEATURES:

214) Frowning, he turned away as if the bright light was paining to his eyes, but that was far from the case. Anyone close by, and near enough would have seen  the blaze fwithin those orbs was much brighter than the sunlight, and more angry than a storm-filled sky.

NIGHT BIRDS, SAD SONGS:

215) The sound of sadness drifted through the darkness from deep in the blackness of the nearby forest. The soulful wail of a crying animal repeated over and over for long moments at a time. It was not one of us and would not have been waiting for help. Instead the only relief would have to be a visit from death, the grand reaper, who waits in the shadows.

VOICE:

216 A disembodied male voice filled the darkness with a low raspy sound.

"I've found you," it said. "I've been waiting a long time. and you know who I am."

TELEPHONE SOUND:

217) The telephone line wasf ull of noise. It sounds as if an electrical storm had been passing overhead. The staitic sound crackled endlessly as he continued to listen to the voice on the other end, still not audible. Then the line cleared and he heard one clear sentence. "I'm waiting, come to me. meet me at the cemetery after dark, there is some one waiting to meet you, and there's not much time.....

SOMETHING OUT THERE IN THE DARKNESS:

218) Something, or someone was out thefre crying in the darkness. It sounded lost, hungry, cold and suffering, but it would never come in; only the shadows and darkness would allow it to live.

A HAUNTED LOOK:

219) He had a haunted look  about him. He had just been to the door way of hell but had turned back just in time; at least he felt that he had until...... 

DARK SKY OVER THE CEMETERY:

220) The dark sky above the cemetery already grey from an earlier storm became even darker as the wind picked up. Another storm was bearing down on him and he saw that it could soon envelope everything. He knew he could wait no longer, it was time for him to show himself to the fury of the weather and whatevver had followed him to this field of death.

NON-COMMITTAL--- BODY LANGUAGE:

221) He gave a non-committal shrug, then turned away and walked into the shadows. "Thfe darkness will be my only friend tonight," he mumbles.

 EYEBROW MOVEMENT:

222) He raised one eyebrow. "Really?" he asked. Theold man shivvered and looked away. No one would believe the story that he was so willing to tell because his discription was beyond belief.

DISBELIEF:

"222) "I did see two shadows when that thing walked past me Bob. I know I did, cause I was sober and broke. I know I saw it there last night on my way home from work"

CLOUDS:

223) Dark clouds gathered as the one-eyed derelict shuffled toward the alley.

"Almost thefre." he muttered. A sharp cold wind picked up as he made his way toward the entrance where only shadows appeared to greet him.

 FACIAL EXPRESSION:

224) A look of bewilderment spread across his thin pale features and he turned slowly around to meet the stranger who had just spoken quietly as he passed the dark damp paper strewn alley. What hae had heard was non-threatening, but nofr was it friendly.sounding. The stranger had spoken quickly. " I've come back, and it's time for you to finally tell the truth!"  The voice belonged to the man with two shadows, and was not going to be a friendly confrentation.

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