As I start writing this, I realise it has started to get dark because it’s getting more and more difficult to see the keys on the keyboard. Black keys, in semi darkness is not helpful. *switches on light* 😛
Dark can be many things…:
Without light. As in, the darkness of night. Pitch black and unable to see.
Mysterious and creepy. A dark story, a dark secret. Something hidden away and slightly sinister.
A colour spectrum. Addition of black….a dark blue, a dark green. Without vibrancy and excitement.
Chocolate! Lots of cocoa, not much milk…dark chocolate. Bitter…Mother’s favourite.
‘It was a dark, dingy night. Not long past midnight. The wind was howling and whipping around corners. At first, it seemed silent, but as time wore on, different sounds were emerging. Thunder began to rumble and growl as if the sky was hungry. The howling wind got louder and louder. The trees in the wood behind the house were swaying dangerously, their branches snapping frequently.
Suddenly, it started to rain. Not lightly, but as heavy as there ever was. Each drop was like a tennis ball and as cold as ice, driving towards the ground. Added to the thunder was lightning, lighting up the darkness for a second then plunging the world back into the jet black night.
The house was dark and towered above the trees. Huge lumps of stone held in place by the moss and ivy that had grown all over it. All the windows were broken and the glass lay around on the floor. Everything seemed very dismal. There was definitely a feeling of being watched. The building was at least five storeys high with gargoyles and supernatural statues round the holes which were once windows. The garden too was derelict and looked very much like a graveyard. Huge slabs of rock poked out from the weeds. There was no grass, no flowers except for one single rose, right in the middle. The only thing that had survived was a flower with thorns as sharp as knives.
By three in the morning the rain had nearly stopped. It was just a drizzle and, for one moment, the darkness lifted like a large blanket that had been draped across the sky. Everything was revealed in its true state for only a few seconds before the sky was covered again. Only a supernatural being could have done such a thing. ‘
(Written Jan 2006 for GCSE English – ‘A Gothic Setting’)
One last thing, one of my favourite ever quotes:
‘Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.’ ~ Groucho Marx