Venue DescriptionThe lights flash like a lightning thunderstorm of blue and red. The feedback from the speakers shakes the floor down and through every pore of my body.
Everyone's thoughts are like a drawing in the sand washed away by every wave of sound crashing against our ears: the screaming feedback from the guitars, the punch of the drums, and the words bouncing around the theatre.
The electric static fills our minds, crunching to a melodic air while the drums are hit to keep us in time like heavy footsteps in a hall as we watch the clock tick by. The bland smoke from the stage catches my breath and cools my tongue like an Icebreakers strip given by a friend.
All around the dim lit theatre the aroma of the cool snow-like air fills our lungs, as some of us pay no attention to it; looking lost in the band's appearance onstage like someone and a TV screen.
This is the place I go back to: a memory of a show where I felt at peace, filled with the euphoric sounds and shuddering sensation of feedback lik
by Azur Vuur
"As long as we steal"
The horror lit face of the clerk as she swiftly packed the cash in the bag flashes through my mind. Sweat trickles down my neck underneath my mask as I turn to run out, the satchel clutched in my hand. Who says I don't work for my money? I slip in my car and drive off. With the security cut, Authority is going to be late in knowing.
I'm sitting in the back seat of my car, lighting up a cigarette. It's sweet when a job comes off. I breathe the smoke out the open door. Relaxing. I take another drag.
Now! I can feel it. Something's watching me from the back. I don't know where but I can feel it. I lean out the car laughing and barring my teeth; I'm not one to show fear.
Nothing. Trees swaying with the wind. I turn back inside the car; feeling like this is a bad movie with nothing but an editor as a director. Putting in any cuts to make a story. It hits me.
Black. Colorless. Pure black. Nothingness. Now everything. Seats steering wheel dash