Darkness Falls
Darkness Falls
A Story: by Debbie_Philly
" This started out as a metaphor for a state of mind.. but some wanted me to make it into more... so well see..lol "
DARKNESS FALLS
Darkness falls upon this lonely farm town.
Within this darkened town is one particular
farm house that is far more isolated then the
rest.
A certain gloom hangs over this place, a place
where the only sounds come at night. The sounds
of dreams and life fading into the backdrop, the
grim reality that is life…. or lack there of in this
place they call “Willow Creek”.
By day people go about their business, the business
as usual of tending to their fields and venturing into
town, the only place where they can escape the loneness.
The ever-present voices in their heads, reminding them
of their fears.
Willow Creek farm has that voice, it speaks to its inhabitants
in the late night hours when darkness falls, a kind of numbing
hush falls over this place, not the kind of hush that soothes
the kind that starts out as a low pitch hum and slowly rises
to a deafening roar.
All around and about the midnight hour, some call this the
witching hours but to the residence of this decrepit and
lonely place it seems more of a routine of sorts.
A routine that comes with the darkness and the knowledge
that they will never leave, never leave to fulfill their dreams
of one day not having to live this lowly existence to one
day smell the lilac and sage of greener pastures. The visions
that only comes with light… light that is never shown here
not even in the day. The only vision that comes to this place
is that of despair the kind of despair that can only be felt here
in this place when ………. “ Darkness Falls”.
BY~Debbie Kelly~
2006
Copyright © Debbie Mills-Kelly | Year Posted 2014
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