Today I was looking up elements of the Gothic novel and I ran across a list of vocabulary that is suited well for the subject. I smiled when I thought of a silly writing exercise and I decided to try it. I set the goal of using every word from the list, in order, under the Mystery heading. For the subject, I decided to use some inanimate object. Because I was looking at my blog when thinking of something to write, I decided to use that comfortable old leather chair in the picture. I include the site I used for the resource with the vocabulary list at the bottom of this exercise.
Here's what came of it:
As I stare into the heart of that diabolical leather chair in the corner, its enchantment reaching its ghostly fingers into my own darkest core, I swagger. The goblins in my brain, once again, laugh at the ludicrous hallucination . 'It's a chair!," my mind screams.
But the haunted beast sits as do I, frozen and wondering what kind of infernal magic that unlikely magician has brought upon me in this-- this extraordinary nightmare. As if by some miracle, it should cease to exist and I may return to my own daily perversions which I am accustomed.
In theory, Tom was a dreamer. An illusionist. A want-to-be necromancer who predicted nefarious omens meant to separate old geezers from their pensions. His ominous predictions have always been laughable. His ability to portend the timing of the sunset was the only prediction this man was likely capable to prove correct.
But now I am surrounded by a preternatural silence. It seems the prodigy is a prophet and I am a fool. I gave him my secrets willingly, and I, a worthy sorcerer. I scoff at my higher intelligence and vow never to take lightly another man again, that is, if I suffer to live beyond these many hours of darkness.
"Spectre," I demand, "Spirits..." I continued, my voice weakening, "...what strangeness is this that I have no defense against you?"
The silence goes unbroken. Even my prized talisman is ineffective against this evil that I do not recognize and I am afraid, because I, as never before, have no vision.
Site used: http://www.virtualsalt.com/gothic.htm
Picture obtained from: http://www.lockingcastle.net/
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