koutsson
08-10-2010, 11:02 PM
I wanted to share this with you and I would love to hear any feedback that anyone may have. It is possibly the beginning for a novel.
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The thought of death buzzed around in her head almost incessantly. Death was in the stillness of the night, it was in the persistent ticking of a clock, she could even see it in the mirror when she stretched her lips back and looked at her teeth. Before falling asleep she made sure that her body wasn’t positioned in a way that would appear too morbid had she happened to die in her sleep – never would she cross her arms over her chest, or stretch out both her legs in too rigid a pose. There was no running from death for Sophie because it tread on her footsteps like a shadow, always ready to show her that dark emptiness that would paralyze her with fear, make her ache with loneliness.
This may seem to the reader all too terrifying, but death was not such a bad companion as it may seem. It acted as an impetus for her to get things done, even helped her decide what sort of things are worth doing. She placed things beside death with growing enjoyment, comparing their importance and ranking them off with ease. Everything looked different next to death, and she liked the pale brilliance that shone from the things she placed in its proximity. And so it turned out that besides being her greatest fear, death also became Sophie’s greatest mentor.
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The thought of death buzzed around in her head almost incessantly. Death was in the stillness of the night, it was in the persistent ticking of a clock, she could even see it in the mirror when she stretched her lips back and looked at her teeth. Before falling asleep she made sure that her body wasn’t positioned in a way that would appear too morbid had she happened to die in her sleep – never would she cross her arms over her chest, or stretch out both her legs in too rigid a pose. There was no running from death for Sophie because it tread on her footsteps like a shadow, always ready to show her that dark emptiness that would paralyze her with fear, make her ache with loneliness.
This may seem to the reader all too terrifying, but death was not such a bad companion as it may seem. It acted as an impetus for her to get things done, even helped her decide what sort of things are worth doing. She placed things beside death with growing enjoyment, comparing their importance and ranking them off with ease. Everything looked different next to death, and she liked the pale brilliance that shone from the things she placed in its proximity. And so it turned out that besides being her greatest fear, death also became Sophie’s greatest mentor.