essay on dark 100words
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It's dark, indescribably dark. Usually there's moonlight, artificial light, starlight, something, but not here; there's nothing. I try to move, but I am restrained. I listen, but I hear nothing. I smell but I smell only something clinical. If it wasn't for my heart pounding and my lungs racing to catch up, I might imagine I am dreaming, but I'm not. I'm not!
I fearfully reach out with my right hand and, afraid of what I might find, I try to resist the temptation to clench my fist. With each centimetre I stretch comes a new level of terror. I reach further and further, shivering in anticipation of what I might find. Shivering allows me to feel the clothes I'm wearing…show more content…
I politely made my way through the meal making bogus sounds of delight such as "mmm" to maintain the deception that I was enjoying it. I did this in order that she would drop me off at the pub. I was keen to get there as my friend had something new for us to try. The noise in the pub was unbearable. There was loud, thumping music; disco lights, as bright as pulsars which permeated my eyelids and a cloud of smoke that pervaded the place. This didn't bother me though, as I was eager to meet my friend who had something different for us to try. I was apprehensive about trying it, but my friend assured me that he had done it before and that everything would be fine. On his instruction, I went up to the bar and ordered two glasses of water. "I hope you're not becoming tea total on me lad; you're responsible for half my business" I can remember the landlord saying. I felt very uneasy as I laughed with him. I returned to the table where my friend and I were sitting with the glasses of water. As I sat down he slid his hand, face down, across the table and nodded in affirmation.