He stood there in the dim light, his face half shadowed. Yet, I could see the craziness in his eyes as he looked directly at me. I knew that if it weren’t for this wall of iron that separated us, he would kill me in the blink of an eye.
He blonde hair was gone and all that remained was grey stubble. As he stood there in that blank stare, he was wearing light blue/over dark blue. You could no longer see the charm and charisma that once persuaded people into doing anything that he wanted them to do.
Now all he could think of was a way out so that he could carry on his legacy of heinous acts.
Revised, Feb 22, 07 using the advice of Zayda & Ed.
My response to silverwhispers writing exercise.
The formerly young and energetic man just stood there in the dim light, half his face darkened by shadows. He was wearing light blue/over dark blue, and his once blonde hair was now faded and receded. All that remained was grey stubble. He stared directly at me. I could see the craziness in his icy eyes, emptiness, almost as if he was looking right through me. I knew that if it weren’t for this wall of iron that separated us, he would kill me in the blink of an eye.
While standing there in that vacant stare, you could no longer see the charm and charisma that once persuaded people to do anything that he wanted them to do.
Revision 2, Feb. 26, 07 with some of Zayda’s suggestions.
My response to silverwhispers writing exercise.
The formerly young and energetic man just stood there in the dim light, half his face darkened by shadows. He was wearing light blue/over dark blue, and his once blonde hair was now faded and receded. All that remained was grey stubble.
He stared directly at me. I could see the craziness in his icy blue eyes, the strange cold glare, with pinpoint pupils. It was almost as if he was looking right through me. I knew that if it weren’t for this wall of iron that separated us, he would kill me in a heartbeat.
While standing there in that icy stare, the charm and charisma that once persuaded people to do anything that he wanted them to do could no longer be seen.
Now that manipulation was a thing of the past, he spent his days analyzing the present situation, trying desperately to find a way out so that he could carry on his legacy of heinous acts. Without that ability his life meant nothing.
