digitaldust

I’m particularly fond of this bit I just wrote. Word count is approaching 13k. Just 37k more to go this month. Gak.

“Who are… I!” The body of the Dancer spoke with force, more statement of existence than question. All the other bodies were still. Their eyes had now all turned and were all looking at the Dancer.

“This is an interesting phenomena.” The Professor commented to no one in particular as he stood up and replaced his spectacles.

“I’m not getting a good feeling about this. Professor, find the erroneous subject and terminate it immediately.” The Bishop tried to rise from his chair. His Aide rushing forwards from the shadows to help him lever his bulk upright.

“Who am I?” The Dancer asked staring with unearthly intent at the Professor approaching from the centre of the circle. He walked towards her unperturbed by the cold abyss staring out of the Dancer’s eyes.