Here is the writing piece which I wrote earlier in the week, inspired by the discussions I had about existentialist literature at my writing group and as part of a writing exercise there, linked to a song. I chose Earthquake by Labyrinth as the song which formed the basis of the piece:
'Labyrinth, come in.'
Flashlights blind him as he surges past the stop sign, red traffic light. Horns honk and brakes screech near misses with tyre on tarmac rubbery smoke filtering through the dusk night air, hanging like deathly emptiness. Neon flickers. On off. On off.
Nothing enters his mind. Only noise. Crazed beat after crazed beat.
'A ground breaker.'
'I predict an earthquake.'
Solitary emptiness rips through the silence of his thoughts.
'We throw bombs on it. Just smash something.'
He plunges his car into the hollow ravine below.
A distant shudder resounds. Unheard.
'Riot...chaos...people.'
No one notices.
'Labyrinth come in.'
The stop sign turns green.
'Labyrinth, come in.'
Flashlights blind him as he surges past the stop sign, red traffic light. Horns honk and brakes screech near misses with tyre on tarmac rubbery smoke filtering through the dusk night air, hanging like deathly emptiness. Neon flickers. On off. On off.
Nothing enters his mind. Only noise. Crazed beat after crazed beat.
'A ground breaker.'
'I predict an earthquake.'
Solitary emptiness rips through the silence of his thoughts.
'We throw bombs on it. Just smash something.'
He plunges his car into the hollow ravine below.
A distant shudder resounds. Unheard.
'Riot...chaos...people.'
No one notices.
'Labyrinth come in.'
The stop sign turns green.
