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Monster Writing Prompt: If you could put on a mask that lets you feel like you’re in a dream world (like a virtual reality), what would your daydream look like?
I got the idea for this prompt from the music video for “Monster”, a song by my favorite band, Starset. I had a lot of fun doing it. Though, like always, it reads like an excerpt from a book, but that’s okay. I like how it turned out.
I’m a huge fan of masquerades, so I used it as the main theme. Also, this story has a hint of adventure and darkness. I love dark tales, probably why I write so many 😉
Okay, now onto the story….
It’s dark here, the lanterns turned down so that only a small flicker of light is alive inside. Shadows rein in the minimal light and come alive as they dance on the wall to a silent beat. In the darkness, every sound is magnified, like the night gives one a shrewder sense of hearing.
I walk down the long hall, my hand gliding down the thick rail of the balcony. The balustrade’s made of stone, slick and cool to the touch. I can hear the whisper of music, the sound getting louder with each step.
My ballgown is heavy, thick crinoline under the skirt. As I advance, it sways gently, the soft rustle of fabric tickling my ears. Inlaid in the black gown are small crystals that shine like twinkling stars under the lamplight. The bodice is tight, restricting my movements and forcing the stance of a lady.
I turn my gaze downward at the party below. The light is muted, darkness hanging like a light shroud among the crowd, making the intimacy of this gathering grow.
Like the fire in the lanterns, the ballroom teemed with life. The guests wore masquerade attire similar to mine, their faces hidden by masks. I don’t recognize a soul—if there was even any there. It was like stumbling upon a den of vampires. From a distance, they were alluring, but as you get closer, the fear grows in your chest. You know there’s a chance these beautiful creatures could bare their fangs and attack at any moment.
The murmur of pleasant chatter and laughter was muted by soft music. A small ensemble is set up in the corner, the sharp sound of a violin solo ringing through the room. The violinist slowly slides his bow over the strings, a twitter in his fingers as he manipulates the sound.
With gritted teeth, he bites something back, but what it is, I can only guess. What does he see behind those closed eyes that ignites such passion? He’s given the music a pulse. His expression is pained as if each note that escapes from under his fingertips is like his own blood pumping from a fatal wound.
Above the ballroom is a domed ceiling. As I scan the heavens, my long lashes scrape the holes cut in my mask, the light touch like the kiss of a butterfly.
The thick veins of the dome were made of dark metal, dull and aged. Years before they may have been shining, but not now. Green has grown like a disease, eating the shimmer, and stealing the beauty that had been there before. Between each vein are painted panels. Chubby angels are depicted in a renaissance style there, the palette of intense reds and blues giving the scene drama.
Giant chandeliers hang from the beams, diamonds dripping from them like crystalized rain. Candles are set inside them, throwing light upon the paintings. The flames quiver, giving life to the figures and making the scene seem to breathe. My eyes lock with a cherub’s, his eyes following me as he keeps his arrow at the ready. Pulling my lips inward, I bite my bottom lip as I gaze into those cold, unblinking eyes. Even the flick of a twinkle in his eyes doesn’t make him feel any friendlier.
I face forward again, drumming the banister as I walk down the stairs. The staircase is a grand structure, it’s girth wide, and its stance sturdy like it could survive hundreds of years and still be as strong as the day it was made. At the foot of the stairs, stands two stone guardians—a pair of angels carved by a master’s hand. Their eyes are downcast, their faces covered by oversize hoods. Darkness has settled in the folds of their cloaks showing their age.
I join the crowd, the heat of the bodies taking away the chill in the air. As if lost, I turn in a circle and take in the crowd. The walls are lined with mirrors, and in them, I catch my reflection. My pale cheeks are reddened, my dark hair falling in long curls down my shoulders and back. As if adorned with stars, my hair sparkles, a delicate silver netting hiding in my locks.
Everyone’s curious eyes turn to me. My fingers grip the dark silk of my gown, white-knuckled and shaking. Suddenly, I feel dizzy, as my gaze bounces off their faces.
When given a second look, I see some masks are grotesque, with crooked grins and sharp teeth. I turn from inhuman yellow eyes, as well as the common blue, not lingering to meet the monsters who initiate me.
Instead, I shy away, and I walk toward the exit. I leave the main room and walk down the desolate hall. Now, all I can hear are the sound of my heels clicking on the tile as the music fades to a mere whisper again.
I stop at a set of double doors. Their surface is painted to look like the night sky. Taking hold of both handles, I open the doors.
Though it is dark, the ceiling and walls were alive. Millions of twinkling stars hide in here, a fabricated space cast by, what seemed like, magic. This net of gems captures the night, and they hold it hostage here. I walk further inside, then spin slowly as I take in the sky.
It feels warmer here and the room seems to hold in more heat. I take a step forward and bump into a railing. It stops me from advancing.
With one hand on the rail, I reach out with the other to see if I can feel the wall. A hand grabs mine from behind. The surface of their gloves is cold, and it makes me shiver. Startled, I look back. My eyes settle on a shadowy figure that I am unable to make out. Before I could study them further, the doors shut, all the outside light snuffed out.
I finally saw Starset in concert on Saturday, and they were stellar (that was a cheesy pun, by the way. Ha ha, come on, give me one). They sound awesome live and I was extremely impressed. They put on a great show (ahem, demonstration. I’ll get that right soon, I promise).
I found them on youtube last year. Because of my profession, I’m on my computer a lot and I like to put on youtube playlists while I work. One of their songs popped up on the list. I think it was “My Demons”, but I don’t really remember. After that, I checked out the rest of their music, and followed them a bit closer.
Though I’m a fan of the band, I never knew much about them until just recently. I don’t get into all that background stuff with bands I like unless there’s a reason to. I usually just follow when albums or new songs come out.
I did some more research, and the lead singer (and songwriter), Dustin Bates, is very educated and has an interesting background. Not only is he musically talented, he has his masters in electrical engineering, which makes all the special effects make sense, and was in the Air Force. Wow. Awesome, right?
Starset also has a background story for the band/songs, that, as a writer, I think is really cool. I’m all for that kind of stuff. They have a graphic novel out, as well, I think. You’ll have to look them up, they’re pretty fascinating. I’ll make fans out of you, too, I know it 😉
Onto the concert review…
They had a nice stage setup, with tons of special effects to go along with their demonstration that enhanced the performance. They had a box set up in center stage where the drummer disappeared at times, which was a neat effect.
There were smoke and screens, and some of the band members wore space suits. Those enhanced the “space theme”. I was VERY excited to see they were wearing them because I love the suits. I heard their big demonstrations include a lot more effects, which would be awesome to see. Though, I doubt I’ll ever get to see one. They played while it was still light out, so I didn’t get to see the special effects in all their glory.
The space suits looked hot. They looked wicked awesome in them, though. I’m guessing the smoke cooled them off and that’s why they jumped into when it went off. I think they had little fans inside their helmets, as well. Pretty ingenious design, huh? Maybe there’s more little features like that, but I didn’t catch anything beyond that. Would I be weird if I googled it? Ha ha, after what I’ve done for book research, it wouldn’t be that bad. If I met them for reals, I would ask. I’m fascinated by stuff like that.
One of the members had a really cool guitar, which I might stick into a book because I REALLY liked it. He’s the guy to the left in the photo, not the one on the big screen.
They said they might come back, so I hope they will. I will definitely go see them. I’m glad I got the chance to go, so if you get the opportunity, go check them out 😉
This one’s from Forever Black (Nightwalkers #2). I forgot to stick it in, but it’s a quote from Ashleigh. I promised to do an author reading from Bloodlust, which….I haven’t gotten to yet. I’ll do it, though, I promise
Here is the cover for Christian’s Kisses #2, Christian’s Mate!
Book Description: When someone close to her gets put on the vampire’s hit list, Addison would do anything to save them—even make a deal with vampires.
She sets out to find Master Vallore, the leader of the vampires, and convince him to pardon someone on the list.
Release Date: When I have a date, I’ll post it.