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nightmare by JessiBeans nightmare by JessiBeans
Jessie didn't know where she was, or how she got here. But she knew instantly that she didn't want to be here. The room was huge and dim, the only light a faint yellow coming from opening in the the roof hundreds of feet above her. But it was enough to see how cavernous this place was, made of ancient stone that seemed to be breathing and oozing sickening, moldy material. The air was so damp and heavy with humidity, Jessie could feel it hanging on her skin and chilling her all the way through. She shifted her weight, realizing her bare feet were numb from standing in a murky puddle on a narrow stone pathway in the middle of this strange place.
Faintly Jessie could see a ladder along one wall far to the left. It was made of rusty metal bars, so old and neglected that they barely clung onto the stone. And that wall was more than a hundred feet away through the darkness. There seemed to be no path leading out, just darkness all around. Jessie took a step toward the edge of her little path, and saw that the stone she was standing on ended just a few feet away, dropping off sharply into the murk below. The yellow light wasn't enough to illuminate what was below, but Jessie thought she could hear water moving slowly. But the worst part was the smell that was wafting up, nauseating and almost sweet, of rotting garbage and who knew what else coming from the darkness below her. Jessie jumped back from the precipice quickly, wrapping her arms around herself, wishing she had more than her nightgown to keep her warm. Goosebumps stood out on her skin, and she rubbed her arms, vainly trying to find some warmth in this awful place.
Then she saw the tunnels. There were tubes all over the room, hundreds of them, like some great, ancient sewer, some were brownish waterfalls into the murk below her little pathway. And the largest of these tunnels loomed just before her, the mouth so tall and wide she felt like a little ant in it's shadow. There was a blackness coming from the tunnel, and it felt thick and almost alive as though like it might reach out and grab her. Jessie could even hear it breathing, a low, menacing rumble. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the tunnel. It seemed to grow darker and even deeper as she watched, a low sort of rumble echoing through the metal and stone. She was sure she heard it now. And it was getting louder.
Jessie was rooted where she stood. She couldn't will her fingers to move, much less her legs. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the tunnel. Did she just see something move in there? Jessie couldn't blink. She couldn't breathe. The rumbling has become a low roar, something coming closer and closer through the tunnel. The ground was shaking, little pieces of rock were shaken loose from the ancient tube. And there was a sickeningly warm breeze coming from the darkness now, accompanied by the worst smell Jessie had ever known. She closed her eyes, willing herself to be anywhere but here. The roar was becoming deafening, rooting Jessie to the spot where she stood at the opening of the tunnel. And the noise was almost on top of her, it stopped suddenly, just feet in front of her.
Jessie could feel hot, sticky breath washing over her, loud and noxious. And she opened her eyes to see a mouth, as large as the tunnel's opening, and full of blackness. The only thing she could see were row upon row of teeth, larger than her whole self, and gleaming in the dim, yellow light.
She screamed, and woke up.

For my Graphic Essay class, we write the story and illustrate it.
I really do have this nightmare, with these huge black worm monsters with onyx scales and fur and big open mouths and rowns and rows of teeth. And they move really fast. Ewww.
Please don't crit the writing, if I was a writer, I wouldn't have to draw.

Adobe Illustrator 10.0.3 and a mouse
Texture from here [link]

Image ME! 2006
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korblborp Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2011
makes me think of a point-and-click adventure game scene
sara-sa Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2007  Student Interface Designer
richardj Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2006
Nooooooo! Let's not split up and you go into the sewer on your own!:fear: Very good!:clap:
natelyon Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2006
Ooooo creepy!
CrazyMorbidMollie Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2006
Beautifully written, and I always admire your works........
danielhdr Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2006  Professional Traditional Artist
good ambientation :)
ozrics-tentacle Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2006
also, i remember this dream of yours of old, and am perturbed... you're still having it?
JessiBeans Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2006  Professional Digital Artist
I am, only sometimes... when I am upset or under stress (which makes me feel so much better, of course)
ozrics-tentacle Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2006
it does rather point to it being an anxiety dream – have you considered seeking a hpynotist, or someone who can teach you lucid dreamng techniques? it could be that you could address whatever subconcious issue is underpinning the dream, and in so doing vanquish it...
JessiBeans Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2006  Professional Digital Artist
you know, the more I think of it, I don't think I want to vanquish this particular dream, it's lost some of it's bite, and it's sort of mine, you know?

And I think my monsters are really cool...
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