Dawson Andrew
Bio
Here are some scribblings that actually turned into something (for once).
Stories (7/0)
Underwater Expedition
Cliff pushed his nose against the porthole. He had never seen such wonders in his life. Usually Cliff was a land dweller like the rest of humanity but two weeks ago he was asked to go on an expedition to research the depths of the ocean. The other side of the Perspex was magnificent. Fluorescent coral hanging dangerously from rocky outcrops, small fish flitting by in the dim light. It was still amazed him that something as simple as plastic could hold back the mass amounts of water and pressure. While on this trip he was told only to observe. Under no circumstances was he to touch anything that didn’t belong to him while on this expedition , then cliff was explicitly told to leave all wildlife alone. He shivered at the thought of the consequences he might face in disobeying the rules.
By Dawson Andrewabout a year ago in Fiction
Ash and Wind
Farin’s wings beat down, spreading ash in every direction. It swirled around the ruined walls of the keep and faded into the smokey air. The bleeding horizon went out of view as she landed on the broken ground in front of the boy. He didn’t look up, didn’t flinch as the ground trembled under the weight of a fully grown dragon. He just sat there, leaning against the ruined wall, ash slowly building up on his shoulders as he silently cried. His voice was already ruined from wailing for a guardian that would never return.
By Dawson Andrewabout a year ago in Fiction
The Story of You
For a while, after you are born, you know nothing but darkness. You can’t even comprehend anything else because this is all you have ever experienced. Even though you have no concept of time, a few days pass before you see light for the first time. You don’t see everything or anything in particular, but a soft, red, earthy glow. As the days go by you feel yourself pushing towards the source of the glow. You feel less resistance as your body unfurls and the matter around you gives way until finally, you break free. Tall grass surrounds you, still blocking the source of light. Large shadows occasionally move around as you feel the earth shift. The light source seems to move further away as everything grows darker around you. No, you think, I don’t want to go back to the darkness. You like the warmth, you thrive off it. You feed on it. Darkness is almost completely around you and you feel the night chill set in. You wait in the darkness. The shadows eventually retire and the light returns. You feel strong again. Then the cycle repeats. You now have a vague concept of time. Many more cycles pass by before you finally see the source of the light - the sun. You feel its direct warmth and it invigorates you, pushing you to be taller, stronger. More cycles pass again until you finally break free from the tall grass. The uppermost part of your body takes in the great expanse before you. Rolling golden hills of grass spread in every direction, occasionally scattered with trees of all shapes and sizes. There is also a structure nearby, midway between yourself and the nearest hill where the sun touches the land, just before the darkness. Sometime later, two figures move towards you, one taller than the other. A mother and a daughter. They begin to move past you, but Daughter sees you and advances quickly in your direction. She looms over you, points and smiles. Mother joins her, says something, and they both smile at each other. Your only company besides the tall, yellow grass leaves you, heading back towards their structure. Soon after, when the sun is high above you, the two figures return. This time, however, Mother is holding something. They move close to you, hold the item between them, and carefully tilt it towards you. You are stunned at how wonderful you feel, droplets of water glistening in the sun trickle down your body. You soak it in and feel it energising and revitalising your entire being. You stand taller than ever before, spread yourself further. Then they are gone.
By Dawson Andrew3 years ago in Fiction
The Desert
I look across the great white expanse. Through the white haze, I barely see the outline of the mountains in the distance. My body involuntarily shivers from the cold and anticipation. I pull down my mask to compare a postcard showing a lush paradise with a backdrop of three massive peaks, to the barely visible range in front of me. A red arrow points to the base of the mountain on the right. I begin moving again. I want to reach the foot of the mountain before sundown, then explore the cave tomorrow. I heave with each step as I pull my sled behind me. The wind picks up, swirling around me. The white air blurs my vision like static on an old television and I begin to lose what resemblance of a mountain range I had in front of me. I feel my heart palpitate wildly as adrenaline rushes through my body. The howling wind rushes past me. Was that a cry for help? Black shadows circle me like a shark about to charge its prey. The howling becomes so deafening I can’t hear myself shouting into the void. Then in an instant, everything stops. I see nothing but blinding white. I hold my arm out in front of me and it slowly fades to white as I extend it. Not into the snow, but a hazy white mist. I jerk my arm back as a ghostly figure rushes past me. Was that a laugh or a cry? Another shadow follows, then one on my right and two on my left. They begin to circle closer, slowly tightening the already small gaps between them. I make a dash to break free, but something pushes me and I fall into the snow, flailing like a fish out of water. I need to roll over and breathe, but something is holding my head down, deep into the snow. I feel finger-like appendages snake around my skull and through my hair. I thrash and fight so that I might catch one small breath of air. But try as I might, I still can’t breathe, there is only snow. I reach back and try to fight the thing that is thrusting my head forward, but there is seemingly nothing there. The edges of my vision grow dark. Finally an end to the white. I begin to embrace the encroaching darkness as a long lost friend. It seeps in behind my eyes and washes over me as I let go. I release my lungs in one final exhale, and my world turns from white to black.
By Dawson Andrew3 years ago in Horror
The Colour of Light
I flagged this entry to be read first, however, if you read the others you will also find the occasional mention of strange green lights in the sky. I do not know the cause of these lights, but I do know that every time a light passes I feel a sense of ease, sometimes absolute contentedness. Any loneliness or worry I have about surviving in space is gone. A single wave rolling softly through my body, picking up anything negative and releasing it in a single exhale. It feels almost like a drug, my body taking a long drag from this unearthly green light, then sinking back into a seat to let the feeling roll through. At first, I thought I was delusional, feeling things that weren’t actually there. My body was craving some form of release from being alone on a ship for three years, so it made its own. But after these last few days, I know that what I’m experiencing is real.
By Dawson Andrew3 years ago in Fiction