Pranav's Creativity

The young boy shivered, fear curdling in his stomach. The first punch had caught him unaware, his shoulder ringing, a dull throb setting off like a gong in his head. He fell hard on the floor, a bolt ramming up through his butt as he sat, and his breath caught in his mouth. He was afraid for his life, that the next blow might unravel him. Panic flared in his heart, and huffing heavily, he scrambled to his feet, cowering and quaking. But to no avail. The second punch caught him off guard, his assailant sneering now, and he flew ten feet back to the floor. This time, his caked lips touched the cold, hard concrete he had been standing on previously, a lover returning to his beloved, his place destined to the floor. This time, his whole body jarred, blackness flashing around his eyes. He blindly stumbled around, his vision blurred, his muscles a groaning mess. His hands clumsily covered himself, a pathetic attempt to shield him from the danger, as his mind threatened to shut down. Forge...

The dark alleyway burned into the boy’s eyes. The inky blackness surrounding him, grasping him with sinewy tendrils of sickle-shaped, cruel claws refused to reveal any more than two steps away, the rest obscured ominously by the shifting cloud of darkness. Desperation, clinging like vines, clawed into the boy, gorging out his skin and ripping apart his organ piece by piece. Layers of hope dissolved dismally into panic and insanity, his eyes frantically alert, his tongue constantly gulping. Shuffling uncertainly, he wobbled forward, jumpy and nervous, flinching at the mere sounds of rustling leaves and breaking twigs that seemed unnaturally deafening in the pin-drop silence. Creeping forward, the poor boy, shivering like a newly born chick, spotted a light. His demeanor brightened, his spirits lifting, as the small pinprick from beyond the mindless gloom enlarged into a powerful beam. Veins pumped with new found vigor, he drunkenly floated towards the light, whatever fear he had befo...