Assemble 32
04-29-2009, 01:37 PM
This is kinda a part one though.. I planned to lengthen it some more. Any suggestions/constructive criticism is appreciated. Once I lengthen it I guess it won't be a short story anymore, but, yeah, for now help me out guys x)
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Onyx sheets the skies that melt with their crimson and salmon coated palms, hording thehorizon with speckled creatures of the night. Thick brushes of hunter green mask the earth, guiding the ever-changing features of water that defines it. A smile settles in the dirt, a crevice where two figures lay, neither beast nor man, which perhaps bear more resemblance than thought. Neither have eyes nor mouths, neither ears nor noses, nor true feelers to aid in their survival. They twist and turn, quiver and squirm, with gaping holes where the missing connections to the outer world should reside. Bald scalps are consumed with the blearing light of the moon, who's wide, sunken, eyeless features lay the same as theirs.
The creatures pull to their knees, anon to their feet, rising in the dark as its shadows blanket them with a sense of security. Their fingers take shape of stalactites, hanging down but kept frigid, grazing the terra as their footfall chases their lifeless handles. Lifeless in physique, they are the cotton corpses that wander the earth endlessly, oblivious to all that stands around them, unless it holds some importance to them. Yet, there is nothing to hold importance, due to their lack of consciousness in this world. They are souls, spirits, ghosts, demons, imaginative or perhaps real beings that are cloaked by the environment their world had ended in. Forever they wander a still earth, where nothing but the skies, the water, and the cotton corpses move. Their movement, their drive to reach the ends of the earth, is brought on by one goal and one only- To merge with the soul mate that wanders in search of them. The cotton corpses see nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing nor think of anything other than that pre-existing notion of another who seeks to merge with their true match.
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Onyx sheets the skies that melt with their crimson and salmon coated palms, hording thehorizon with speckled creatures of the night. Thick brushes of hunter green mask the earth, guiding the ever-changing features of water that defines it. A smile settles in the dirt, a crevice where two figures lay, neither beast nor man, which perhaps bear more resemblance than thought. Neither have eyes nor mouths, neither ears nor noses, nor true feelers to aid in their survival. They twist and turn, quiver and squirm, with gaping holes where the missing connections to the outer world should reside. Bald scalps are consumed with the blearing light of the moon, who's wide, sunken, eyeless features lay the same as theirs.
The creatures pull to their knees, anon to their feet, rising in the dark as its shadows blanket them with a sense of security. Their fingers take shape of stalactites, hanging down but kept frigid, grazing the terra as their footfall chases their lifeless handles. Lifeless in physique, they are the cotton corpses that wander the earth endlessly, oblivious to all that stands around them, unless it holds some importance to them. Yet, there is nothing to hold importance, due to their lack of consciousness in this world. They are souls, spirits, ghosts, demons, imaginative or perhaps real beings that are cloaked by the environment their world had ended in. Forever they wander a still earth, where nothing but the skies, the water, and the cotton corpses move. Their movement, their drive to reach the ends of the earth, is brought on by one goal and one only- To merge with the soul mate that wanders in search of them. The cotton corpses see nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing nor think of anything other than that pre-existing notion of another who seeks to merge with their true match.