He drew her close, sliding her gently across the couch gathering throws and pillows that had laid between them. Between her broken sobs he ungraciously tossed the throw that had tangled into a mess against them, pulling her firmly in a full body embrace. Heart rending cries erupted with every heave of her shoulders as the despair piled into the room, silent ghosts who would place a vacant fog through every room. Poltergeists who breathed ice into the walls and silence into the furniture. Ghouls like succubus… memories..
Yeah, so maybe midnight is my golden hour. This stuff ain't my best and was done at 8:40am. Not a bad result but felt impossible to start. I couldn't work out whether I wrote about a drawer/its contents OR (now here me out) do I go on the basis that “drawer” sounds like “draw her”. So yeah, I went with that second option.
If I went over this again I would change some of that initial imagery. I wanted to add a little bit of frustrated comedy in there and I don't think I achieved it very well - that kind of Jess and Nick (New Girl) passionate ‘get this outta my way, I gotta comfort them!' kind of comedy.
I did really enjoy moving from silent ghosts to poltergeist to ghouls. 10/10 would use that again.
Anyway, I'm working on it!