An Excerpt from a WIP: "When You Were My Thunderstorm"

Here's a brief bit from a new piece I'm working on. I'm not super keen on the title, so that will probably change later once the story makes itself known more. Enjoy!

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"And now he stalks these hallways, each one appearing just like the last. The white walls above separated by simple molding from the dark black walls on the bottom. The walls remain barren with not even a single electrical outlet to be seen. How many of these halls has he walked now? He no longer remembers; he stopped counting a hundred lifetimes ago.

There’s no noise to speak of. Even his walking is silent, the sound of his shoes dying against the beige carpeting beneath. He once tried to sing a favorite song from his childhood, but forgot the words. In the forgetting, he hummed, the sound dying before it could spread too far. As if the air refused to let him speak or sing or raise a solitary argument against his being here. As if he had been stricken deaf after all this time, the hallways trying to make him forget the sounds of music and language.

He couldn’t remember how long he’d traversed the identical carpeted hallways, but he knew that it was no short amount of time. He’d seen no one else, encountered no other sound than that of his irregular, pounding heartbeat filling his ears and thumping against his chest. No extra doorways, no windows, no flaws in the paint or broken bits of wood trim. No holes from nails, no scratches, no marks of any sort.

He had not stopped walking but the once, and only to turn around to walk back the way he’d come. But the hallway would not let him go backward. It turned him around again and, again, he tried to go back the way he’d come, only to find the way blocked by some invisible hand or force. But he had seen darkness at the end of the hallway behind him. He had seen it slowly grow larger and larger in the distance as if the darkness was eating up the light of the hallway inch by slow inch. Each light plinking out, quietly leaving nothingness in its place.

He had not looked back since, either."

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