Christmas Eve Writing!

Merry Christmas Eve everyone!

So as a writer, it's been really bugging my ego that I haven't actually written anything as of late, and since my computer crashed this summer, I have absolutely nothing to show. I am changing that right now. I am gonna try to write every day (key word try) something small that is either for entertainment or something I have already thought up in my head. Here is my first entry!

Excerpt "The Demon" from The Dreamrunner

At first it looked like nothing was inside the room. The clouds of dust that rose from his entrance surrounded him like a veil. He sneezed, and then coughed, but stopped when he felt something else nearby.

Looking through the dust, he still couldn’t see much. Half of the room was lit by the entryway in the ceiling, and the other half was angled shadows created from the octagonal shape of the room. If he tried too hard to concentrate on looking at a wall, his eyes got confused and would watch the swirling, dancing dust specks that made the room so musty.

That was, until a color caught his eye. The browns, tans, and blacks that encircled him gave way to a green shape coming out of the dust. Green like newly grown grass, green like the fresh incarnation of life itself.

It was mesmerizing, so he stepped forward to meet it, brushing the curtains of stuffy air aside. The beautiful color formed into the shape of a man. The man was wearing a cloak that reached the floor, and a large hood concealed his face. He stopped walking forward, but the man continued towards him, so he started to back up in fear.

“Who are you?” he asked, but there was no response. He took more steps backward.

The man must have seen this, and walked quickly towards him, revealing his hands from his robe, reaching for him. They were so long and thin, and every bone was visible. It’s skin was so pale white, it took on a bluish glow. They grabbed for his throat, but made do with grabbing his shoulders and stopping him in his tracks as he gasped with fear and recoiled from the touch.

They were dirty despite how white they were, smears of dirt lining the wrists all the way down to the cuffs of the robe. The robe was made out of a thick fabric like sackcloth, and tears all over made it tattered and worn.

The hands, which were so cold their contact made his skin feel wet, drew back towards his neck and ended with a firm handle on his jaw line, making his head immobile.

It was much taller than him, but it had to lift it’s head in order to slide back the extra hood. It’s face was just as white, but shocked him even more because of how big the eyes managed to be. They were enormous, light blue orbs the color of sharp icicles. There were no pupils, just the iris starting in the middle, and winding out in spiral-like designs that eventually whorled off into white. The rest of it’s features were dwarfed by the eyes; a tiny nose and pencil-thin lips sat alongside a bald head and tiny ears.