Apologies

I'm sorry for have taken so long on writing the next chapter. To make up for it, here's a little bit I was writing earlier for fun:

     Heavy darkness enveloped the room as I tumbled down the stairs. A silver object harbored sharp bits of light that flickered as it dangled from the ceiling. It swung lightly as dust and other material rained down on it from the ceiling above. Off to my left, a rotten bookshelf lay, toppled and books thrown carelessly onto the floor. The sounds of a cave resonated throughout the room, the environment feeling even more alien then before.

     The thin shape of a familiar figure hovered in front of me, her back facing in my direction, before planting herself down in the farthest corner of the room. As she did so, the latch to the hatch rattled before opening to reveal three faces. My eyes wandered over the deadened features of my father, who had both the boys under his arms. Hopeless and fear were written into his face like a horror film, enough to make my heart sink to the very pit of my stomach. I lowered my head wearily. Thunder roared through the humid air above.

     Felix and Lincoln's footfalls were like bricks as the pressed down the steps, faces contorted with worry. My father trailed soundly behind them, shoulders slouched. I assumed it was the running, the ache of a younger self scolding him for giving chase. He panted heavily, and the slap of shoe against concrete startled me as he met the floor. The faint roar of a freight train rang, though miles away. The hearty 'plunk' of the hatch clamping shut bounced rapidly in the dimness of the room.

     No one spoke. Even as the rain began to pound the ground with substantial belligerence, even as the swirling mass of wind drew ever closer, silence maintained its presence in the room like an unwelcome friend. Somehow we all found ourselves closed off in separate parts of the room, sitting away from each other. Felix sat with his small arms crossed over his head, bits from the ceiling falling down on him.

     I reflected internally on the last few moments, recalling the fright. I had noticed how the darkness seemed to be devouring the light, sucking from it all of the life in the landscape outside. Out of some brief worry, I had flipped on the weather channel only to find that a warning label blared across the bottom, going on about how a tornado had been spotted somewhere near my area. As I stepped outside and looked out, I saw the mass in the distance, and its course – directly towards us.

I know this isn't entirely all too well written, but oh well. I have one more story on another blog here:
(http://quakersimagination.blogspot.com/ --> Inactive)
It's quite strange and actually quite ridiculous, but very well. There is also a poem on there, but I epically fail at poetry.