吸血鬼 (bladed_rapture) wrote in writer_feedback,
吸血鬼
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I decided to join this community after reading some of the posts made by other members. The talent a number of you seem to possess attracted me and you all put it into play rather well. This community seems welcoming enough, but usually I do not share my writings with people I do not know personally. It's a self-confidence issue, obviously. Well, since I now realize that my self-introduction makes little sense I will continue on to post a short story I just recently wrote.

Also, when you all comment, would you mind interpreting this, as you will? I want to know if anyone has any inkling what this story is truly about.


A brilliant plan to surpass all other brilliant plans conceivable! Those were my very thoughts before I initiated this expedition of sorts. With the aid of an obscure mind I struggle to remember why I dared to make this journey, recalling the beginning of it all will not bring solace to me! There is no escape for me now and the death, which draws ever nearer to my cowering soul, is inevitable.
To trek along barren lands long dubbed unsurpassable had been my initial intent, for years I had heard tell of mysterious realms to which some traveled yet were never seen again. It was my objective from then on to find those supposed regions and return home unscathed. I was egotistical then, drunk with my own fantasies of adventure and fame.
My travels brought me to this unmanned prison in which I am now captive of my own foolish antics. Weakened and exhausted, but not without hope, I reached a slight opening at the base of a dome-like structure after having walked for days through desolate flatlands. This edifice was not especially alien to me for it was common design; I was overcome with a sense of relief upon finding it. Admit as I must, never in situations long gone had I ventured into one of the domed structures but my weary condition motivated me to squeeze through the tight opening that was its entrance.
Once inside I found myself standing on a crystalline floor, my reflection gazing back at me with an expression of wonder. A kaleidoscope of colours reflected off the floors onto matching walls as I turned about to glance at the thousands of creatures that looked exactly like myself. It was a building made primarily of mirrors but I disregarded the unsettling feeling this discovery wrought upon my conscience.
Recommencing my tour of the awe-inspiring architectural phenomena I came to the conclusion that the contents of the building did not vary. Everything I set sight on was a fitting resemblance to all else. In other words, the interior was absolutely deserted, save for a large bubble that towered in the center of the room. This gargantuan; almost imposing, object was most peculiar and I set myself to studying its transparent shell. Tracing its outside perimeter I saw no alterations in its craft, its spherical shell was masterfully created without any flaws so far as my eyes could see. Within the object’s body was a metallic wire suspended in a loop.
With my attention no longer focused on the bubble my gaze began to wander; the horror, which my sights were drawn to suddenly, formed a lump in the depths of my throat. I suppressed a cry of distress as I ran to the sides of the nameless corpses strewn upon the crystalline floor; their forever-staring eyes peered back at me in a mask of sheer terror. These were my brethren, comrades of mine whom had vanished so long ago. For what reasons had their lives been stolen away? Dare I inquire the manner in which they were destroyed? How far is this faceless terror from depriving me of my own existence?
As if bringing an answer to my unspoken questions the bubble within the center of the room began to blaze. Heat permeated from its glowing surface viciously and it only became hotter, so much that I found myself gasping for precious oxygen. In panic, I sought escape of my present misfortune, stumbling over the inanimate corpses of those who had already met a similar doom. Oh woeful tidings! Alas, the aperture through which I had wandered before was far beyond my reach, being it that I was trapped in a bowl-like chamber.
Without avail I gave into the misery, which swarmed over me, and I felt about ready to swoon. I fell to the mirrored ground and awaited my end for surely I would suffocate from the humid heat being created. Here I am still, scrawling my last remaining words of lamentation upon this accursed crystalline floor. Pray that none are so unlucky as to find this message. Pray that none discover my abandoned corpse. There is no escape from the crystalline dome.
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