hallucination - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
She awoke Christmas morning to the sound of her son laughing in his bedroom and her heart sank right through her skin onto the floorboards she had slept on. She didn't need to wake, the night had come and gone without unconsciousness for even a moment. In seconds she was down the stairs and pulling on her boots. He was calling her from the stairs now, "Mommy, has Santa been?" She didn't turn around just in case she could see him, instead she embraced the frigid air without even a jacket and got in her frosted car. She had to get to the cemetery, take him his stocking and blow him his Christmas kiss. Perhaps then he would settle into her memories for another year, content to be silent, invisible. By the time she was at the small marble tombstone she had no memory of how she'd got there or where she'd parked the car. As her eyes settled on the text her chest constricted, breathing became hard as she placed the red velvet on the icy grass. With shaking hand she blew a salty kiss...
When she turned to see if the man was still following her she saw that, although he was wearing the same clothes and carrying the same green umbrella, his skin color had changed and he was shorter, older.
As I look around the padded room where I am not really alone, I hum a little tune. "Little corpses, trying to greet me, hallucinations that nibble my toes, cantaloupe ants and evil cow rings, these are a few of my favourite things!"
Her hallucinations were getting progressively less amusing. As the sat eating dinner with her friends she looked up to see a corpse hanging by a noose from the lamp.
The LSD was in full effect. He was an orange and he was afraid the class were trying to peel him. It was a hallucination he would never live down.
The problem with the hallucinations were their unpredictability. Sonia felt like she'd stand more of a chance if they were always the same thing showing up at the same time of day. Her mind however was far more creative - her "new friends" could show up at any time and be anything.
Always it was the cat, the little white cat that started the whole thing. She was either a warning signal for what was to come or the cause. Mave would wait for the next "thing" to come. If it were sweet the hallucinations would be funny, friendly. If they were scary then everything after that would be a horror show she couldn't stop. She watched with eyes that could not close for her next "visitor."