Re: Writing Exercise: Fear
The infernal machine worked like a beating heart, the circuitous channels of steel feeding the gargantuan atrium. The flutings were hued to resemble outer tissue and veins, petulous tendrils networking to find an import to the quivering veins seeking to leech the panic that was induced of the tortures the unprivileged guests were subjected to. It supplied this adrenaline to the infernal assembly like clockwork, the terror being wrenched from their very beings like the process of bloodflow, en route to the colossal chamber.
Their gazes forcibly affixed to a parade of disturbing cinema, a panorama of grisly scenes ingrained upon a silver screen. However, they were not mere works of fiction alivened in rolling image. They were a menagerie of morbid events taken from memories, recollections of terrible tragedies that befell the ones most held dear to each individual soul. There was to be a live inactment of these most terrifying nightmares, the victims paid homage in becoming forever memorialized on film. The first was drug unwillingly into the limelight, showing the signs of her forceful capture. Her parents had ceased to live, lit up like effigies in a conflagration that swallowed her childhood home. It would be the ecstasy of a pyrophile.
Suddenly, the room had become a reality of her coerced reminiscing, and flames had begun to lap the walls like ravenous tongues. She could hear the screams of her parents from long ago, as if the very memory had become life as she knew it once more. Her face which had been struck by strange fascination had contorted into a mask of fear, her eyes widening at the sight of imaginary flames razing the foundation she stood. She looked upon the charred remains, a tinge of smoke finding its way to her as if her nose possessed some sort of olfactory magnets to attract such a repugnant scent. Her pulse was beat upon her eardrums, she could feel her overwrought veins writhing beneath her skin. When she was spent, another was brought to the stage. This boy was united with a disheveled father, but the happy coalessence was to be short lived. As he ran to his child with open arms,he stepped upon the rigged floorboard that would activate a whirling of blades which would sever his appendages in a most gruesome manner.
The boy would become painted of the tatters of flesh and blood of his predessesor, his anguish fueling the horrible contraption. Steam would be released of a valve which seemed to mock an artery in intervals, as if the thing was actually pulsing with the life force imbued within it by the anxiety and fright, and trauma of the prisoners. A mechanical whir. More were to perish by the terrible invention of a madman, their eyes darting about as they were distressed, their mouths frozen in a scream. The man's pride would become his folly, and as he was taken from the theatre by the police, he would proclaim to all the witnesses present.."I have the knowledge of how to convert fear into a less expensive form of electricity!"
