Freewriting, eh? Sounds interesting. I think I'll try my hand. 'Specially since as-is I don't have a lot of time to devote to all-out roleplaying. Anyway, yeah..
Through the darkness, the castle halls seemed to stand ominously, infinitely tall, stretching up for all eternity of space. The blackness that shrouded the empty space was like a luminous ebony wall, forever daring to stretch and consume all sense, and was pierced by naught but the sporadic lone, dim chandelier lit ablaze against the wall. The rooms that branched from the halls were barren and empty, filled only by the ebony shadow of darkness.
I ran on; on I sprinted, up the occasional short flight of stairs, around a bend and through a dimly lit corridor. On I sprinted, thru Night's bitter shade, accompanied by naught but the darkness' piercing blade. On I sprinted, though to where I could not discern, yet onward it seemed, was the only way to go.
'Cross the hall, 'cross again. I sought out a room that bore more than utter nothingness, but every last extension of the hall seemed as a void, as though not even air occupied the space within.
Adrenaline coursed through me, my body strained and my heart sunk deep. My muscles were inflamed, and yet I could not cease running. My heart was pounding heavily, paining my chest with each stressful pump. My lungs scorched as I drew shaky breath, and my mind ached from its racing so fast.
But I could not cease running. It was as if even the slight hindrance in my step were the end; like the smallest sign of hesitance would mark my demise, and end the story whose conclusion I fear so.
So on I ran, I pushed myself to the limit and beyond, for countless hours I ran, until it felt almost systematic to be running so. All senses I lost, and I continued my pattern of running without thought. Nothing... nothing... I couldn't make out my own breathing, I lost feeling of my heartbeat. My breath came slower, lighter, more painfully.
Even my vision began to fade, it became blurrier and blurrier...until there it was, nearly within my grasp. A blinding flash of ivory, the illusive image of a magnificent, open door...
And then it was gone. I heard a dull, muffled thump, and everything disappeared. My consciousness drifted away, and I felt my life slipping from my grasp...
....Whoa. Alright I didn't really time myself or anything, I just flew threw a thought process. But yeah. Comments are appreciated ^-^;;
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