Prompt: the song/music video for Wasteland by Against The Current
Your mind was drowsy, as if you’d just woken up; but rationally you knew it couldn’t be true. You were standing between trees, fully clothed, and as you looked down you were even wearing your ring, which you always took off before going to sleep. You were surrounded by trees higher than you could ever have imagined them to be, standing tall and swaying softly in the wind. You couldn’t see the sky clearly, and your eyes must have deceived you, as it almost seemed like the sky had turned a purple colour. Carefully, you placed a foot ahead on the stony path, crawling between the trees. You were standing in something that had once obviously been a beautiful cultivated garden; but now, it was a wasteland. The bench standing a few feet away had turned green, leaves replaced the timber, and the path you were standing on was barely recognisable as such. Nature had completely taken over, and you felt like an intruder. The garden was still beautiful; but it was the kind of beautiful that felt like it wasn’t made for eyes to see. Involuntarily, you shivered, and you found yourself almost calling out, before realizing that you had to be alone in the complete silence. Carefully, you followed the path, trying not to make a sound. The garden was unnaturally quiet; you could see the wind rustling between the leaves, but you couldn’t hear it. It was unnerving, and you found yourself wondering once more how you had ended up here. It was ridiculous, and you knew it, but you pinched yourself in the arm, once and then again, trying to see if you were dreaming. You weren’t. Deep down, you had known that; but you had had the slightest hope that maybe you were. You kept following the path, although it became increasingly harder to do so; the trees grew closer to each other and the stone was more often replaced by soft patches of grass. Going back wasn’t an option; you knew that in your bones. So you kept moving on, marvelling at the exquisite flowers that suddenly started to appear behind you. You tried to ignore how the grass didn’t bend at all beneath your weight, or how you felt the wind blowing harder, but the world was still utterly silent. You tried to ignore your worries, but as you moved on, you became scared. Suddenly, you stood still for a moment; as if you were listening for something in the silence. But you couldn’t stand still for long, because the wind was pushing you to move on, and you were tumbling over your own feet, trying to recover your pace. You quickly glanced over your shoulder, only to see that the path was disappearing behind you; everywhere you looked, tall and broad trees stood, branches tangled. You were surrounded. You knew thunder was rolling, lightning struck a tree not too far away, but the only sound you could hear was your own breathing, speeding up as you desperately tried to find a way out. A way out beneath the trees that were creeping up on you, the branches that felt like they were going to strangle you. You kept trying to find a way out, but you didn’t succeed.
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About meWelcome to my blog! This is where I post my stories, occasionally accompanied by personal thoughts. I always post short stories, as I keep the longer ones for myself. My stories are often based on songs. I listen to music a lot (mostly pop punk / punk rock), and often get inspired by melodies, lyrics, or music videos. |