The Four of Us Are Dying*

Crunch

Darkness envelops us.

Crunch

We seek warmth in shrouds of pinks and blues and blacks.

Crunch

Noise. Oh, the noise – loud and obtrusive and filling cranial nooks and crannies with sound.

Crunch

Blinding light flashes.

Darkness

Light

Darkness

Crunch

Noise grows louder; cold, colder.

Aromas expand and diffuse and permeate.

Hunger

Crunch

Groans of anguish and pain and regret join the cacophony of voices both loud and soft and joyous and angry.

Darkness

Noise

Crunch

Cold

Hunger

Crunch

End the madness:

Turn on the lights and bump up the thermostat.

Pause the movie and come get supper.

Quit complaining about Taekwondo.

Stop chewing ice.

Crunch

*Apologies, Mr. Sterling.

This post is being published as part of Writing 101. Challenge 8: Write a post without using adverbs.