VI.

 

 

Something                           was terribly wrong.

 

The blinds fragment ed the

 

         struggling light, as it s tretched through the s l i t s to decorate the   dying

carpet. A

persistent be ep was the warning chirp of a bird. M ad dening and with urgent, alarm ing i nter  vals - screaming ov er  black clouds of smok    e. Through the stench of an almost

 

                  e up  hor  ic

 

      setting, my               eyes                  pry open. The smoke was rolling in, gaining   mo

                men

                      t

                        um                and eating the good air.

 

                       

 

    F ire.

 

 

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

holy christ this is amazing!!! have you ever read house of leaves? yet another author who uses the actual structure of words and how we read them to create these intense visual and nearly audible experiences when read. *ponders* you've made a sort of give and take between the writer and the audience.. wonderful!

[Leap]

Yes. I love how my eyes twitched back to forth, up and down and all around for this. This line: The smoke was rolling in, gaining momentum and eating the good air...Perfection.