Monday, April 30, 2007

Throttling gargoyles

Rampant screeches filled murky, stifling air. Horrified onlookers gasped, haltingly. Acrid sulfur breathed from openings in the walls, gaping voids resistant to frantic grasping. Eyes like burning embers glared mercilessly from each corner, further detail hidden by clamouring darkness.

An engine growled to life, slicing the scene with cacophany. Was this the heroism required? No. A cowardly escape instead. Bodies went limp as hope died, and a final cry was heard.