Artificial Heartbeat-PrologueArtificial Heartbeat-Prologue by artificial-heartbeat
A light spring breeze blew throughout the house, causing the cobwebs to shift and separate from their dockings in the corners of the ceiling, drifting slowly to the floor. The rooms of the house were cold and dark as if there was no life in them anymore.
Is he out?
Room after room came up empty.
No. He never leaves the house. Where is he?
The door to the studio hung loosely on its hinges; the door had been slammed shut too hard once after an argument, and it was never properly repaired. The inside of the room was in the same sorry condition as the door. The paint was drying in uncapped tubes; broken brushes littered the unswept floor; unfinished paintings propped up against the walls or tipping off shelves, lying broken on the floor.
The studio was never left in such a condition, and the sight of it now was troubling. Something wasn't right.
The house was eerily quiet. The silence offered the mind to think unwelcome and fright
We can live forever, if you've got the time.|
Current Residence: UConn
Favourite genre of music: 9o's Alternative
Favourite style of art: Music, Filmmaking
Operating System: Mac OS X ver. 10.5.8
MP3 player of choice: iPod touch
Personal Quote: And I took you by the hand, and we stood tall.