What happens when a dream
becomes a nightmare?
What happens when a nightmare
becomes reality?
What happens when the reality
of your nightmares take you
through the maze of time?
When is time no longer time?
And when does the nightmare
of your time become the
horror of the dark side of
the maze?
Maze: a time within a time.
A whole new dimension straight
from the gates of hell. The weak
minded forced to wander its
chambers, lost in limbo. The
strong, left, driven insane by their
inner most fears.
The allusion is in the reality.
The reality is in the allusion.
Two extracts from, The Maze
The front door was slightly ajar. He stopped, listening for signs of activity before
swinging it open and stepping outside. He stood sharp, breathing in a strange, unknown
smell. It was a smell that seemed to grip him by the nostrils, a smell that he had never
smelt before- a cold, evil, empty smell lingering as if to pounce. He walked across to the
old shed where his father grew tomato plants.
"Dad?
Dad, you there? Mum, where are you?" There came no reply.
The sun hung low in the sky. It seemed sad and tired of living. There were no birds
singing up in the high oak trees lining the end hedgerow and no strong winds whipping up
from the sea. Just a stillness that almost hurt.
Once alone with his victim, Grindle spoke.
"You needn’t believe this is sixteen hundred and sixty six, and
you needn’t think you’re a witch. You’re Hazzari’s abomination, and a
pitiful one at that! Say goodbye to your world, saviour. You won’t be seeing it
again!" He lowered the poker, resting it just centimetres above her face, its heat
penetrating her shaking body.
"The maze has only just begun and already you’ve lost. Soon my master will be
all powerful and Hazzari shall meet a most becoming death." He lifted her pink
jumper with the tip of the althame. The ice of its point touched her naked flesh, slowly
rode past her dainty navel, onwards across her upper abdomen, and then rested a second
against her well formed left breast. Johanna held her body taut, pulling back from the
blade, feeling its coolness cutting through her.
"Harry," she moaned. Harry! Harry, help me!"
Suddenly
the althame moved, rose into the air, slicing through her jumper like a typhoon through a
paddy field. The jumper fell to her sides, ripped clean down its centre. Grindle grinned
like a hungry beast of prey. She could feel his eyes scouring her body, feel them digging
grooves in her flesh. Gradually he stepped back, placing the althame upon a large wooden
box.
"If
only you knew the power of the great one. If only you knew what can be done." A might
boom of laughter left slightly parting lips, echoing the dark walled room. Once again he
moved in, the poker lowering. Slowly, slowly all the time. A wave of heat passed through
her, the poker descending upon her chest. She screamed, feeling it touch her, feeling it
drag over her right breast and down to her neat stomach. The pain too much, she clenched
her fists, body trembling- sheer agony. Her mind blurred, sight grew fuzzy. She faded into
unconsciousness.