youknowmewes
12-23-2009, 12:50 PM
First post, First short story ever shared :idea:
Retpahc Eno
“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” (Aristotle)
Leaving could have been for the best, leaving could have been for the worst. To Mayeh
Helas it was the only thing left to try no matter the evaluation. Love stricken and
empty, her eyes only looked through a lens where everything appeared jaded. Mayeh
understood heartbreak; she understood losing everything, and most of all giving up.
The north was no longer a resident of tranquility; it only consisted of memories not fit
for sustainable happiness.
South it is, she compromised a move to end the current self destructive human
nature that she had been attending to. Without drugs, without alcohol, the world was
ugly and obscure hence the hurtful memories that resided at her rotting apple. The
move had begun from Meard, Smeard, to Tsilaer, Ytilaer. Tsilaer was adjacent to the
beach known as Revoc Koob.
Taking a pen to paper on the train ride towards Tsilaer, Mayeh expressed the few
feelings that were not hidden. Lyrics began to form in her view the cold, numb feeling
paper read:
“Dear Denial,
I’m tired of your presence, you are desolate, austere, and make me forlorn. Why are
you taking me for granted? Give me better glasses, give me a lying mirror, but please
stop giving me fabricated hope.”
After proof reading the gloomy letter she turned her hate towards her burdening
memories and disposed of the letter with a crumple.
A sign read Tsilaer and relief began to breach her antipathetic feelings. In the back
of her head however all she could think was “if you seek life!” Tsilaer was twist and
turns to Mayeh. Analogous to a puzzle without an image to compare and scale. It was a
transistion such as the innocent freshmen pressured into the sexual corruption of high
school.
The train had began to halt. This was Mayeh’s destination however she examined
her intense urge to turn around. Cold feet dismissed this desire-as well as the train’s
population stepping on Mayeh’s feet dismissing her train of remorse.
Retpahc Owt
“Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.” ( Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless mind)
Street lights were the brightest body of Mayeh Helas. She had committed herself to
a numbless walk throughout Tsilaer. The city felt as if it where a stop frame animation.
Mayeh was made out of construction paper that had been folded so many times the
color had worn down to faded creases. The only detail to her was her deep cibara eyes
expressed with black buttons.
Sitting in a chair horizontal to the “McKinley Morganfield” shore of Revoc Koob time
passed with monotony. The disgust from the seagull’s guano swamped into her vision.
The littered beach gained it’s braggable posistion in Mayeh’s concluding cons about
Revoc Koob. Also the company of the locals caused an unease mostly because of their
obiest structure and abusive drinking habits.
Retpahc Owt Sulp Eno
“ I was here this last week, isn’t that different? I was here!” … “Please tell me to not believe “us” again“
“ …I’m really sorry Wes. “ … “ I didn’t try to – I just feel this way” … “I just want to be friends”
“ I c a n ‘ t "
Mayeh stood on the shore. The wind attracted her, it forced her. Constantly reminding
Mayeh Helas of it’s presence. The wind begged for her attention and pegged her eyes
with grains of sand. The wind’s attempts began to hurt Mayeh but what else were it to
do? This wind had only one passion, to blow. It was not concerned with the clouds nor
rain. It was determined to sweep Mayeh “off of her foundation”.
Mayeh’s eyes burned and closed shut. Thereupon the most marvelous event
occurred. Revoc Koob became beautiful. Mayeh’s ears listened to the beautiful sounds
of the wake shift, and the seagull’s cry. Mayeh’s feet felt the soft, moist, sand. Mayeh’s
nose obtained the scent of iodine and salt from the ocean. Mayeh’s taste buds gripped
the flavor of seaweed!
{WIP}
Retpahc Eno
“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” (Aristotle)
Leaving could have been for the best, leaving could have been for the worst. To Mayeh
Helas it was the only thing left to try no matter the evaluation. Love stricken and
empty, her eyes only looked through a lens where everything appeared jaded. Mayeh
understood heartbreak; she understood losing everything, and most of all giving up.
The north was no longer a resident of tranquility; it only consisted of memories not fit
for sustainable happiness.
South it is, she compromised a move to end the current self destructive human
nature that she had been attending to. Without drugs, without alcohol, the world was
ugly and obscure hence the hurtful memories that resided at her rotting apple. The
move had begun from Meard, Smeard, to Tsilaer, Ytilaer. Tsilaer was adjacent to the
beach known as Revoc Koob.
Taking a pen to paper on the train ride towards Tsilaer, Mayeh expressed the few
feelings that were not hidden. Lyrics began to form in her view the cold, numb feeling
paper read:
“Dear Denial,
I’m tired of your presence, you are desolate, austere, and make me forlorn. Why are
you taking me for granted? Give me better glasses, give me a lying mirror, but please
stop giving me fabricated hope.”
After proof reading the gloomy letter she turned her hate towards her burdening
memories and disposed of the letter with a crumple.
A sign read Tsilaer and relief began to breach her antipathetic feelings. In the back
of her head however all she could think was “if you seek life!” Tsilaer was twist and
turns to Mayeh. Analogous to a puzzle without an image to compare and scale. It was a
transistion such as the innocent freshmen pressured into the sexual corruption of high
school.
The train had began to halt. This was Mayeh’s destination however she examined
her intense urge to turn around. Cold feet dismissed this desire-as well as the train’s
population stepping on Mayeh’s feet dismissing her train of remorse.
Retpahc Owt
“Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.” ( Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless mind)
Street lights were the brightest body of Mayeh Helas. She had committed herself to
a numbless walk throughout Tsilaer. The city felt as if it where a stop frame animation.
Mayeh was made out of construction paper that had been folded so many times the
color had worn down to faded creases. The only detail to her was her deep cibara eyes
expressed with black buttons.
Sitting in a chair horizontal to the “McKinley Morganfield” shore of Revoc Koob time
passed with monotony. The disgust from the seagull’s guano swamped into her vision.
The littered beach gained it’s braggable posistion in Mayeh’s concluding cons about
Revoc Koob. Also the company of the locals caused an unease mostly because of their
obiest structure and abusive drinking habits.
Retpahc Owt Sulp Eno
“ I was here this last week, isn’t that different? I was here!” … “Please tell me to not believe “us” again“
“ …I’m really sorry Wes. “ … “ I didn’t try to – I just feel this way” … “I just want to be friends”
“ I c a n ‘ t "
Mayeh stood on the shore. The wind attracted her, it forced her. Constantly reminding
Mayeh Helas of it’s presence. The wind begged for her attention and pegged her eyes
with grains of sand. The wind’s attempts began to hurt Mayeh but what else were it to
do? This wind had only one passion, to blow. It was not concerned with the clouds nor
rain. It was determined to sweep Mayeh “off of her foundation”.
Mayeh’s eyes burned and closed shut. Thereupon the most marvelous event
occurred. Revoc Koob became beautiful. Mayeh’s ears listened to the beautiful sounds
of the wake shift, and the seagull’s cry. Mayeh’s feet felt the soft, moist, sand. Mayeh’s
nose obtained the scent of iodine and salt from the ocean. Mayeh’s taste buds gripped
the flavor of seaweed!
{WIP}