I'm going to add a small bit of a story I'm working on so you guys can judge it and let me know if you want me to post the rest here. Sorta looking for feedback.
Heavy breathing, comingled with the distant sounds of bodiless voices screaming; fire and explosives detonating – then there was something worse, that sickening laughter. The darkness crawls closer, ever present, demanding attention as they boomed like thunder in the background. Omniscient and spreading like wildfire, the luminescent, crimson eyes watching him from all sides like predators in the shadows awaiting the moment of weakness. The only light is cast from the blazing bonfires that once used to be the homes he grew up around. Then there they were… the smoldering corpses of his family members surrounding him – He lashes out at the hands that were suddenly upon him. Weak, pitiful, a child’s body attempting to throw men thrice his size away. And they paw at him, acting like he were a play thing – amusing them in such a manner that told him it was the only reason he still drew breath. In that instant, surrounded – terrified; a moment of clarity returned to him. And suddenly It came down like the wrathful force of a benevolent being; a surge so strong exploding from him - he’d knocked himself to the floor. Both nostrils bleeding like faucets left open and flowing, his head felt like a crushed clove of garlic, shattered under the might of a mallet.
The men lay around him, some crumpled – others had their bones snapped – there were others with organs ruptured, blood dripping from every orifice visible on their bod. He crawls to the bodies of his family nearby, his mother and father, his newborn brother – and now he finds himself weeping pitifully. “Mommy…” He shakes her, but silence prevails. “Mommy!” His voice rises, both in volume and pitch, yet the flames smoldering, crackling around him is all that dares break the silence. He lays his head on hers as he cries out – and then he heard it. Faintly ‘Shepard…’ he looks down to his mother, but her lips don’t move. His father? No – not him either, his baby brother? The dead men? ‘Shepard…’ the voice grew louder.