There were not many in this strange land of faraway who still remembered the light. Black had become darkness, and other colors fell away to reveal shifting patterns of gray. It was with need that they moved about, dreams floating around flame.
The fire cast no color on the world around them, one so harsh that not even the light caressed the leaf strewn floor. The light refused to comprehend a place such as this.
A place that danced even as it burned.
Sheathed in moonlight (for they were not truly lost, not even then), the figures, they moved, whirling howls of pain and want, arms forced away from the warmth of flesh towards the elemental heat of flame.
I AM FINALLY HOME!!!!!!!!
While my vacation was so utterly awesome, I am quite glad to be back in good 'ol Huntington Beach. And have access to high speed internet!
The train ride back was quite long, but interesting. Chelsea and I spent part of the ride devising our own aristocracy. Fun stuff!
We are now the Countesses Ssssssguinkioni. Don't ask.
Tomorrow I get to see my friend Nick again, AND go to a bookstore! YES! Now if only I could figure out a way to subdue this persistent lefsa craving...
It was dark in the cavern of the forest. Black had become darkness, and other colors fell away to reveal shifting patterns of gray. The only break in the silence, a silence so worn the edges had begun to unravel, was a hushed and wanting breath. The sound of feet stumbling sounded from behind shrouded bush, the shock wave mimicking the hand of wind.
The man was tired, so far gone that he noticed not the soundlessness of the forest, nor the way the light of the moon skirted across the ground, but did not touch it.
Had he been aware, some part of him might have felt the sick terror, one that grips like the sudden realization of something lost and forgotten, but the light was gone from his eyes, and he saw nothing. He should have known better than to trust a place of silence. Known better than to take silence as a nod of permission.
He paused. The night was young, or so the position of the moon led one to believe. The place was ripe for settling, for a night or so. Need blinded his movements as the fire was made from unwilling wood, and food taken from what was never made to sustain others.
He lay down to sleep, not seeing that the fire cast no color on the world around him.
I am having lots of fun.
Happy fun time that is.
Beans Beans the musical fruit!
The more you eat the more you toot!
The word is NINETEEN
Walter o' Dim
P.S. The word is NINETEEN
I watched movies all day long, and read from The Gunslinger. (For the hundredth time) And am about to have a movie marathon!
Days without story writing: 6
As a writer, I often feel the need to write almost all of the time. Due to the fact that I am on vacation, and can not devote hours of the day to such wonderful-ness, I am at a loss.
My fingers itch for the keyboard, and my head gets the inane urge to slam against the wall repeatedly.
Suffice to say, I am overtly disgruntled.
On a happier note, I am having fun on my vacation. I went to a party, was lost in San Francisco, and did absolutely nothing!
Doing absolutely nothing is FUN!
I also finally finished my chocolate cake that I wouldn't let anyone touch. Luckily, all those present knew that I really do bite those who try to steal my food. I can be possessive sometimes.
Even writing this short bit makes me feel so sated inside. My brain is bursting with ideas for new stories. Especially those of the long variety.