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| Topic Started: November 2 2008, 07:51 PM (63 Views) | |
| Matthias | November 2 2008, 07:51 PM Post #1 |
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He sat down on what little sofa there was with a notebook in hand. With a heavy sigh and an aching heart he opened it, slowly thumbing through the pages until.. With every appearance by you, blinding my eyes, I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do. You’re an angel disguised. You’re lying real still, but your heart beats fast like mine.. And the movie’s long over. That’s three to pass, one mores’ fine. “Will you stay awake for me? I don’t want to miss anything –“ I will share the air I breathe. I’d give you my heart on a string. I just don’t want to miss anything. I’m trying real hard not to shake; I’m biting my tongue, but with every breath I take, I feel like I’ve won. You’re my key to survival. And if it’s not here or if you want I can save you, just stay here. “Will you stay awake for me? I don’t want to miss anything –“ Say my name. I just want to hear you say my name so I know it’s true. You’re changing me. You showed me how to live, so just say that you’ll stay awake for me. I don’t want to miss anything.. The atmosphere was all too familiar for that day in age. Where grey clouds loomed over-head forewarning a bad omen to happen as the darkest part of the day was to follow. The time where the winds blew wildly, untamed and cold. Present drizzles falling for the sake of some poor soul. The minutes that seemed like hours and the hours seemed like days. Some say, “Before the shit hits the fan.” Others simply state, “It’s going to be one hell of a storm!”. The minutes. One minute they were jogging to get out of the rain; damp and panting. The rain fell blunt at a rightward angle. Water splashed, soaking cloth and foot ware further with each and every step. The cold air engulfed by heavy lungs made it that much harder to continue. Each exhale burned the throats as warmth escaped. Though, they ran – ran together, side by side. A single glance of Emerald and Sapphire still shown brightly through the dim day and its times. However, the rain was far from over and the storm has yet to come.. Home was just two and a half miles away. Is it broken? Can we work it out? I can see in your eyes that you’re ready to break. Please, don’t turn away.. Time is all I asked for. Just one more day! We could have lit up the town and sat down. The world ours to have. Just – don’t look away.. Paper tried to be comforting, allowing that one emotion from the inside with unlimited capabilities to sweep over him, to put it to the test so that distant eyes may stray back, melting into his arms. For him to protect. “I hope to tighten loose ends with new sense and end this nuisance.” She spoke softly, still betraying the harbors of her health. “I think it’s more than I can take.. I don’t know exactly what to say to you that I haven’t said before..” Paper spoke, trying still to bring her within’ those reaching arms. “I should’ve concentrated to find some time to tell you that I’ve not been on the same page as you for a while. Saving truth in a pile, standing in front of it, obstructing your view with my smile – I’m sorry for all of it..” Her shaky voice told with cold words. His heart was racing, pounding fiercely at the chest. It was as if the very essence that pumped life through him was now being ripped out. Pearl white drops of blood should now have turned red. To show that much more of the losses. “Aaahh! This is worse than walking barefoot on light bulbs! We’ve smashed countless ideas and dreams with open skin ‘till the pearl white drops of blood turned red! Everyone that knows us knows we’ve worked hard to be together! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!!” He yelled. “I’m sorry, Paper.. I don’t blame you for being upset..” She frowns. “You can hate me for this, for what I’m doing, doing to us.. I only wish to thank you for your time.” She begins to cry as bare hands cold as the words spoken cupped the fragile flesh that was his cheeks. Paper didn’t understand it. He’s been more than patient enough with wasted breath on bluffs with no bread to touch. Soon enough, much of what he’s given will become an unstable crutch, then who would he turn to to lend him new gifts? Palms fastened themselves at the side of his head, clutching strands of hair. Paper was losing it. He didn’t know what else to do or say. So many times this has come up, but now it’s true in means. But how could he live without her!? He’s killed many to protect this lady, the one that stole his heart. They beat the odds where bricks change color faster than any hope of a future does. They loved harder than the two most poetic duo’s in history. They were Romeo and Juliet! Then again.. only one believed their love would bring about a new beginning. Only one would further fight for that love.. Paper beckoned, pleaded, and even spoke poetic rhymes of their love and more to come one last time, dreadfully hoping she would stay. All the while the only thing he got were the shakes of a head, shameful glances, and the lack of eye contact until he was done. Even then she stepped in, cutting his cryful pleas and pleases short. Enough to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning heels and riding away with the winds. There was something caught in the back of his throat, growing, hardening, and making it impossible of speech. It ached. Still, a persistent grasp on the essence of his own life was being ripped out of him and what could he do? The only logical thing. Vision became blurry within’ a second, tears rolled down both cheeks. Papers’ body was shaking uncontrollably and before the decision of sitting or falling was left to gravity, he took a fumbled seat. The only thing he could do sitting down in that one room house with no right or back wall and half the ceiling gone – to cry. I slipped away further from you, trying to find what is real. You’re somebody else that I never knew and someone I can’t feel. I shun it away, I can’t feel it in me. --- So you take me and you, break me, and you see I’m falling apart. Complicate and forsake me. You push me out so far. There’s no more feeling. I slipped away, closer to me. The only thing that is real. – Paper opened those now tearing blue eyes, bringing either palm to steal away precious jewels just like others had done to him times before.. She was precious like a flower, growing wild and wild, but innocent. The perfect prayer in a desperate hour. She wasn’t meant to be fenced in – They stole her every dream and crushed her plans. She never even had a choice! “They had to take her and break her down?!” He shouted, throwing that hardback notebook to the floor. Those harbors of love now spiral into oblivion, leaving no room for tears. Should Paper freeze his sorrowful heart and seek closure, then so be it. Like the women who listen to the oceans icy melody, they turn their hearts cold, damned to swim the seas forever – Never to love again… Paper got up, picking up the denim blue jacket from the floor and throwing it around tiny shoulders. A palm picked up the hardback book and carried it beneath the arm. Black, red tipped hair moved from vision with the sweep of head, picking up and stuffing a few odds and ins into the denim jacket pockets. It’s time to call about order.. I have a dream of a scene between the green hills, clouds pull away, the sunlight’s reveal. People don’t talk about keeping it real. It’s understood that they actually will. Intoxicated and stimulated, staring in the trees paranoid. A land where the sands are made of crushed up wax. And the sky beyond you is crylon blue. – Meanwhile we pick up our arms. A bum whispers into the wind, “How would you feel if everybody acted like you didn’t exist? You’d lose your grip; eventually flip.” What’s real is the kids who know something’s wrong. What’s real is the kids who think they don’t belong. What’s real is the kids who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun. So let it be known that the only reason we do this is so that you can get up and play again. Dedicated to the kids. |
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| Tessandra | November 3 2008, 03:46 PM Post #2 |
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Tessandra climbed up the hill, through the dense trees. She touched the trunks of some as she passed, feeling the different energies within. The serene yet sorrowful willow, the grumpy old oaks, the chattering birch. The ground evened out and she stood on top of the hill. She wasn't very high, but the basin of the valley was wide, and impressive. She watched the setting sun flood over the surface of the wide river that braided and criss-crossed around higher, tiny islands, separating and meeting, then separating again. The surface of the water burnt a fierce orange. She sat down, using her jacket as a seat. She was calm, cool, in control. She was staying with her sister, who could control the temperature of things. Tessandra constantly dragged her to the beach, just to watch her turn metres and metres of sand into glass. Her sister was the only one that knew about Tessandra's ability. She told everyone she could see auras of people, which was true to an extent, as she could see their level of energy unless they had an ability to disguise it, but the word aura instantly made people turn away. It wasn't a useful talent, and she probably wouldn't be strong enough to warrant draining. And so Tessandra was still living, after all these years, untouched. She liked to come here. Tomorrow she was heading into the city, to try and root out people who were working towards restoring peace and finding a "cure" for the genetic mutations that were ruining the lives of millions and turning them into frenzied addicts. An hour later, Tessandra went back to her sisters'. The house was silent. Her sister was dead. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Three years ago someone killed my sister. Drained her of her energy to feed their ability, to stop the craving. Her throat was torn, as if someone had bitten it, like a vampire. But it was messy. The blood had sprayed on the walls... Now I have to keep going. I'm working at a lab with a load of old med students. We're trying to find out how to reverse the mutation. But first, we need someone with normal DNA. Needle in a haystack, but Malek says it's possible. I keep them from going mad with my ability, but it seems silly, like all we're doing is keeping ourselves in a frozen state, not making any progress, just, existing. We live back in the commune I grew up in. It's so far away, no one knows it's there. We get by alright. But I just feel like I'm waiting for a sign. A message. Someone who can tell me what to do next... |
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