Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25546552-20141017032946

When you flick a switch and light bathes the room, where does the Darkness drain?

The thought buzzed through my head quickly.

"I just can't shake the thought."

I whisper to myself as I gaze into the sunset.

As my eyelids begin to wall off my view, an idea floods into my mind.

What if light only shrouds the Darkness?

For an instant I glimpse around my cold and decrepit bedchamber,

It all makes since...

As I open my eyes many hours later, my vision can't help but be dragged to the edge of my room.

In the corner, a chilling void that is easily distinguishable.

Last night, I ran to the switch, but now I know that even in the light, the Darkness is still watching.

 