Tendrils of Destiny: Prologue
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2003 10:50 pm
Disclaimer: The swirls of imagination lick my mind gently coaxing forth an image. What is this? Who am I? Why why is it being taken away? Pity me for I know not that it is not being taken away but that I never had it in the first place. I never did?
Rating: PG for this chapter
Warning: Angst (hopefully)
Tendrils of Destiny: Prologue
The azure wave crests. It sprays forth fantastic beauty haphazardly flicking away the objects of my awareness. The bubbles cast from the frothy white spittle of the liquid burst combusting at my will. Within each I see a dream a vision of something to come. The whispered hopes are sometimes beautiful sometimes tragic in their splendor. Each is a dream each a hope each a horror. And they are all mine. My hope. Don't leave me. You're all I have left.
With each powerful and yet so tiny explosion comes a rush of sweet noise. It whispers and hums in my ears taunting me with its beauty. Stop please stop. Sometimes weak sometimes strong sometimes peaceful sometimes bearing the tragic pulsing beat of war and blood these motes of incredible harmonies burst all at once to form a deep overbearing hum. Stay. Stay close. I want to see.
Sometimes I wish they would break and burst one at a time for I desire nothing more than to hear the sweet melodies separately. Sweet so sweet. Stay close. Other times my soul laughs and dances and pulses at the contrasting power of all the beats cast simultaneously. Beautiful. As one powerful stir the music undulates as one natural force one power one soul one spirit. My being.
And yet I am not alone. Never alone. The rushing beat of power sometimes is taken away ripped painfully out of my eager grasp just so I know it is not mine. No please not yet. Not yet. Please. Never was this power mine. This beautiful rush so loved and so hated by my being will never be commanded solely by my consciousness. I wish to have the power so I understand the most I can and I work with them. The power to see everything beyond the horizon or simply not see at all. I need it for I love it and I hate it. The power frightens me as it hurts me it gnaws at me pulls apart my being rips my wings and cast them aside. Stop please. Don't go. Don?t leave me. Don?t? The only reason I want it want to feel it is because you exist so close. Stay. Please.
I can see you each time in each combusted bubble. The tiny particles ripped from the vision burst and hurtle away only to be caught by my mind's eye. Each vision of a vision comes together and shows your face the raised gun the pain and the joy. One tortured last breath is taken as my vision fades imprinting your face there in my soul. Your dark eyes shining in a light that gives my hope. You will kill me. There was no doubt in my mind. You will kill me and I will be happy. You do now so many times so many so many. I am happy.
But it is being pulled away now extracted from my grasp. Oh the pain! Come back whispered the voice. Come back here now. Please. Okay. Okay. I'll come back. I will. Just more time. Give me more time. Please. I want to see you again. Just a little more.
A with a startled gasp I rise from the fog. Your arms are around me. But it's not right. Never right. Why is it always wrong? I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know anymore.
To be continued?
Okay, I know it's really short, but that's all I think you guys could take. It's in the flow-of-thought writing style (ex. the novel Johnny Got His Gun), hence the absence of punctuation
. No, it was not a grammatical error on my part, and I think this is the only part to be in this writing style. You get a little bug eyed after reading it for a while. 
Anyway, please R&R! Goodnight everyone!
Rating: PG for this chapter
Warning: Angst (hopefully)
Tendrils of Destiny: Prologue
The azure wave crests. It sprays forth fantastic beauty haphazardly flicking away the objects of my awareness. The bubbles cast from the frothy white spittle of the liquid burst combusting at my will. Within each I see a dream a vision of something to come. The whispered hopes are sometimes beautiful sometimes tragic in their splendor. Each is a dream each a hope each a horror. And they are all mine. My hope. Don't leave me. You're all I have left.
With each powerful and yet so tiny explosion comes a rush of sweet noise. It whispers and hums in my ears taunting me with its beauty. Stop please stop. Sometimes weak sometimes strong sometimes peaceful sometimes bearing the tragic pulsing beat of war and blood these motes of incredible harmonies burst all at once to form a deep overbearing hum. Stay. Stay close. I want to see.
Sometimes I wish they would break and burst one at a time for I desire nothing more than to hear the sweet melodies separately. Sweet so sweet. Stay close. Other times my soul laughs and dances and pulses at the contrasting power of all the beats cast simultaneously. Beautiful. As one powerful stir the music undulates as one natural force one power one soul one spirit. My being.
And yet I am not alone. Never alone. The rushing beat of power sometimes is taken away ripped painfully out of my eager grasp just so I know it is not mine. No please not yet. Not yet. Please. Never was this power mine. This beautiful rush so loved and so hated by my being will never be commanded solely by my consciousness. I wish to have the power so I understand the most I can and I work with them. The power to see everything beyond the horizon or simply not see at all. I need it for I love it and I hate it. The power frightens me as it hurts me it gnaws at me pulls apart my being rips my wings and cast them aside. Stop please. Don't go. Don?t leave me. Don?t? The only reason I want it want to feel it is because you exist so close. Stay. Please.
I can see you each time in each combusted bubble. The tiny particles ripped from the vision burst and hurtle away only to be caught by my mind's eye. Each vision of a vision comes together and shows your face the raised gun the pain and the joy. One tortured last breath is taken as my vision fades imprinting your face there in my soul. Your dark eyes shining in a light that gives my hope. You will kill me. There was no doubt in my mind. You will kill me and I will be happy. You do now so many times so many so many. I am happy.
But it is being pulled away now extracted from my grasp. Oh the pain! Come back whispered the voice. Come back here now. Please. Okay. Okay. I'll come back. I will. Just more time. Give me more time. Please. I want to see you again. Just a little more.
A with a startled gasp I rise from the fog. Your arms are around me. But it's not right. Never right. Why is it always wrong? I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know anymore.
To be continued?
Okay, I know it's really short, but that's all I think you guys could take. It's in the flow-of-thought writing style (ex. the novel Johnny Got His Gun), hence the absence of punctuation
. No, it was not a grammatical error on my part, and I think this is the only part to be in this writing style. You get a little bug eyed after reading it for a while. Anyway, please R&R! Goodnight everyone!