It's far too late for me to be awake considering the time I need to be up in the morning, but I can't sleep and so I've decided to just splurge out some words and see what happens. Here goes!
Calvin awoke. He'd fallen asleep at his desk, his reading lamp still on and had grown very hot to the touch. He yawned and looked around, closing the book he'd been reading before drifting off; there was only so much analytical theory that one person could study in one day it seemed. He stood to put the book back upon his shelf and glanced to the edge of the bookcase. Etched into the wood were scratches that he'd never noticed before; the wood was still light within the markings so they looked relatively fresh. Calvin ran a hand through his hair and leant in to look more closely at the marks, stroking a finger over them. Sawdust flaked away onto his fingertip - these were fresh markings, but he had no idea what they meant or what had caused them. He was the only person in his room and had been for however many hours he'd been studying, he wasn't certain due to falling asleep. He'd been the only person in the house as his housemate, Ryan, was away for the week visiting his family in Madrid.
Cautiously, Calvin edged across his room and turned on the main light. He paused as he thought he heard rustling and more scraping. He reached for the first item he could find for defense - an umbrella, not the most heroic of weapons he mused, but it would suffice if he needed it.
With trepidation, he took the seven steps it took to reach his window that until now he had never counted before. He stopped again to listen and still heard the faint scratching of metal on wood. He crouched and looked to his bedside table, umbrella in hand ready. 'It has to be a rat,' he thought to himself, 'that's the only thing that could make this sort of noise.' He slid a few inches closer and slowly opened the draw of the table but almost immediately fell back as he recoiled from what he saw.
Inside the draw, there stood a creature. It struggled to keep steady upon its feet as the drawer opened but it soon turned to face Calvin as the draw stilled once more. The creature climbed out of the draw and onto the tabletop. Calvin had never seen anything like it. The creature was like a tiny human, but with strips of leather armour and a tiny sword. Its skin was pale to the point of giving a translucent effect, reflected different colours as the light played on it, much like the wings of a dragonfly. Its hair, if you could call it that, seemed to consist of a firm substance like coral, a deep blue in colour. Its eyes were angled ovals of reflective black - no, not black, Calvin noted; they seemed more like a deep grey.
There were no words in Calvin's throat or mind for that matter as he observed this creature. It too, however, observed him, holding its sword in such a manner as Calvin realised he had been holding his umbrella. He placed the umbrella onto the floor beside him as he moved onto all fours to get a closer look at this creature. It blinked with membranous eyelids and stepped closer to the edge of the table to also get a closer look at this new lifeform before it. Calvin smirked; after the initial shock had subsided, he couldn't help but theorise that he must still be sleeping and this was something stuck in his mind from one of his fantasy novels. He went to touch the creature, but it hopped back and waved its sword, nicking the end of Calvin's finger. He winced and pulled his hand back, looking at it. The pain was real, and so was the throbbing, and the blood. It felt like a papercut. He held his finger in his mouth and stared at the creature that now stared back fully, eyes narrowed, their gazes in a deadlock.
Well, that was interesting. Not quite sure where I'm going, if anywhere with this, but I think I like it.
Opinions please?
Adios for now,
Craiggy.
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