Surreal Darkness *updated 8/2*
Posted: January 31st, 2015, 7:18 pm
Surreal Darkness started as a Sims 3 story, but when Sims 4 came out I made the transition. It only uses scenery pics, so it was easy to change games.
Here you go!
Surreal Darkness
Sometimes the darkness and I go for a walk.
They are not very pleasant, these walks.
Even More Surreal
I am suddenly overcome with exhaustion and despair, and I drop my crayon.
The Endarkening
The darkness is sitting cross-legged in front of me. I look at it. It is not wearing the gatorskin. It is not wearing any skin. This is where it lives. This is where it wears its real self, its gray bones and its red red eyes.
Skindark
I want to talk to the darkness. I want to ask if the point is that everything is a skin, that it’s skins all the way down, but I am afraid that it will say yes and that then the streetlights will go out, one by one, and I will go dark.
Deep Blue Howl
The darkness says that I am still alive, but I am not so sure.
Bonefish
I keep grinding the toe bone against the rocks. I try to fit the chip of my soul back into myself, over and over, but it never seems to fit.
Not Quite All There
I thought being captured by shimmery colorless aliens with lots of legs and a propensity for eating humans would be more exciting, somehow.
Separate Skins
Sometimes the darkness and I….
Sometimes the darkness and I….
Sometimes the darkness isn’t here.
The Black
The lights shrink down to tiny points, and then they disappear. The path and the trees and the flat buildings disappear into the black with them, and the black lasts so long this time.
The darkness is dying.
I walk in the black, and I imagine.
The Spaces Where I Am Not
I wonder what it was like inside all those other versions of me. I wonder what they felt before they went into the black. I hope they weren’t scared. I hope it didn’t hurt.
The Unswallowing Place
I wonder what being unswallowed is like. I imagine it’s a great sucking upward and then a whoosh and your stomach drops, like a roller coaster, but then it’s over, and you are yourself again.
Ghost Walk
Sometimes the darkness and I go for a walk.
It is very pleasant, this walk.
Void Where Prohibited
The ghost pats me on my hand. It says “You do look so very tasty. Even with the void inside you.”
I am not really sure what to say to that, so I say, “Thank you.”
Here you go!
Surreal Darkness
Sometimes the darkness and I go for a walk.
They are not very pleasant, these walks.
Even More Surreal
I am suddenly overcome with exhaustion and despair, and I drop my crayon.
The Endarkening
The darkness is sitting cross-legged in front of me. I look at it. It is not wearing the gatorskin. It is not wearing any skin. This is where it lives. This is where it wears its real self, its gray bones and its red red eyes.
Skindark
I want to talk to the darkness. I want to ask if the point is that everything is a skin, that it’s skins all the way down, but I am afraid that it will say yes and that then the streetlights will go out, one by one, and I will go dark.
Deep Blue Howl
The darkness says that I am still alive, but I am not so sure.
Bonefish
I keep grinding the toe bone against the rocks. I try to fit the chip of my soul back into myself, over and over, but it never seems to fit.
Not Quite All There
I thought being captured by shimmery colorless aliens with lots of legs and a propensity for eating humans would be more exciting, somehow.
Separate Skins
Sometimes the darkness and I….
Sometimes the darkness and I….
Sometimes the darkness isn’t here.
The Black
The lights shrink down to tiny points, and then they disappear. The path and the trees and the flat buildings disappear into the black with them, and the black lasts so long this time.
The darkness is dying.
I walk in the black, and I imagine.
The Spaces Where I Am Not
I wonder what it was like inside all those other versions of me. I wonder what they felt before they went into the black. I hope they weren’t scared. I hope it didn’t hurt.
The Unswallowing Place
I wonder what being unswallowed is like. I imagine it’s a great sucking upward and then a whoosh and your stomach drops, like a roller coaster, but then it’s over, and you are yourself again.
Ghost Walk
Sometimes the darkness and I go for a walk.
It is very pleasant, this walk.
Void Where Prohibited
The ghost pats me on my hand. It says “You do look so very tasty. Even with the void inside you.”
I am not really sure what to say to that, so I say, “Thank you.”