A Place to Go - Original Writing :: Papers

A Place to Go - Original penning Night after night I had passed the strange location. I began to actualize it and became aware of every detail. I found the building light in the same way. My eyes became attracted, addicted to this place, every eve it beckoned me to return. Simply gazing on it seemed to provide a relaxation, it warmed me. My body became accustomed to its feeling and presence I found it, almost difficult to leave it. Despite this I had to carry on, they where close behind me nowadays. This was not the first time that I had passed the building and approached it with curiosity. I had wandered here before. This building seemed of some overwhelming significance, when advance I felt pathetic and feeble, this building, mansion or castle seemed to posses some prominent inhuman power far beyond my conceivable imagination. As antecedently I waited and rested near to the building, my back lay vertical against the long wall, again this unbeliev able feeling of nostalgia, anomalous refreshment and suspicion passed through and through the very material of my being. It happened suddenly. I was unrepentant, almost unaware of this attack I was roughly to undergo. I felt a hard thud to my right, this failed to affect me, and I was dazed and confused by the sheer marvel of this magic place. The molybdenum warning was more obvious and harder to ignore. A hand was placed on my shoulder. The way in which it touched me was indescribable, there was no feeling or emotion in this being I was now contemplating. I pondered its disposition for a while, until the hand did seem to posses a feeling, an emotion the hand now gripped my shoulder with intensity, a feeling of urgency and aggression showered over me. I was now left with now choice but to confront this creature. I slowly turned my head. I could see, in the corner of my eye a man. A tall man. A big man. An old man and an arouse man. This aggression a nd urgency flourished and eventually disappeared,