Creative Writing

___For the general interest and amusement of the readership of this blog, I present a spot of creative writing that might, at some unknown period of time in the future, become something more substantial than a fragment of a prologue to a story. General comments/critique/ranting welcome/encouraged/eagerly anticipated.
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Shadows
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___The shattering of the light across the entry displayed the violence of the moment with the chilling precision and sterility of a stark black and white animation against the gently sloping floor. Figures slammed across the rectangle of light, absent of the sounds of their impacts, absent of the realization of death. The only sound was the scream of the air escaping, then just the silence of space. A lone figure approached the entry way, silhouetted by the harshness of the light that revealed his trembling, even in the shadow that playing across the floor. The shadow disappeared as the doorway sealed shut behind the figure.
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___As the light came on in the chamber, the rags of his robes became visible, but failed to hide the ungainly nature of his form, built like a conglomeration of different body parts where each was attach to the next like an after thought, "Oh, of course there should be an arm there." or "I fairly certain that the head should look like this." Despite this, and despite his trembling, he managed to walk with the effort of someone convincing himself he just needed to take one more step, then another, a pace that became steadier with each passing beat of time.
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___He was almost close enough to touch through the glass when he finally noticed me through the airlock and made a plaintive gesture at the controls on my side of the chamber. I nodded and re-pressurized his side of the door, before hitting the switch to open the portal between us. As air flowed into the chamber the form of the individual inside seemed shrink and reveal a smaller, more graceful, figure hidden underneath, the disjointed nature of his body becoming the flowing shape of child, marred only by the expression of shock that remained on his face.
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____I knelt down to make our eyes level, "Come with me." I said and walked toward my ship.
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____He followed.