Escape?

[zoolane]

The Escape?

The time come in which my world of truth become dangerous in the murderous strike. Which beckon me to commit the unspeakable act. I know in that in fantasy in untrue world were I can be what I want to be. How do I said that term I use or phrase which speak is my desire of certain people but I know these people are not worth my time. I wish I was not so violence nature in my fantasy world but sometime I think could commit a the evil deed.


Maybe I should turn to my roots to drink to escape as the parents from far. I think to point it will calling me forever, I wish it wasn't in my blood or genes. The event which come soon in the near distance future but must not be allow to over take me with its calls.

I am sorry I have no spelling check. I haven't being able comment of other people writing.

[Delta40]

I don't know how you do it Zoo. Through your unique literary writing, you've written the beginning of a murderous tale and I can actually hear the Jaws theme music to it!

playing out fantasies of murder in your head and slowly being lured into committing the act is a frightening beginning.

[zoolane]

Thank you.

[zoolane]

My heart is cracking with a dark secret which will make my faith in stone. The writing on the paper, is burning in the fire. The blaze is getting out control much to my delight. The silver gleam that catch my eye in the moon light. The drip of thick red liquid fell of the blade. I can heard someone laugh, I turn to see myself stare at me.

I swipe up a bottle of vodka and take long, deep drink from it. I decide that the other me should not be there so I take steps to speak to me. As I get closer my blood beginning to bubble under my skin. It a young me, it laughing and point at me. I twist the handle in my hand as reach. I plunge the blade into my neck. Suddenly fountain of blood starts to come from my neck.

[zoolane]

Like water it rise up into the black shadow which are waiting, lure the reddish spray to reach high of it potential. I am feeling stronger than ever before. I know this not real as the more in patient they come for my death. I pick up splinter of broken glass which I pierce my hand which will send curl into the reality.

I am pool of sweat in the sheets which bind me up to a monster which I grab a knife of the bedside table. I cut through the soaking linen. I standing front the full length mirror while I see the scars which I have cause in my fantasy. I studied the new achievement just below ear.

[zoolane]

In my veins it is not blue stream but it is brownish and orange fluid. Which keep me alive with “JD” label on my shoulder. Instead milk on a bowl cereal. I have brandy with it and tea in my vodka. It gather the whispers during moment that I am sober. The whispers calling all the time and is get aloud. It abusive language get me into state. The only way of releasing it is to give it to whisper.

Sitting in the tub of hot bubbles. In my hand I hold the key to my life. It looks so pretty with its tip that is smooth to touch. As run it cross my neck and down my arm. I am in heaven and free.

[zoolane]

The Escape?

The time come in which my world of truth become dangerous in the murderous strike. Which beckon me to commit the unspeakable act. I know in that in fantasy in untrue world were I can be what I want to be. How do I said that term I use or phrase which speak is my desire of certain people but I know these people are not worth my time. I wish I was not so violence nature in my fantasy world but sometime I think could commit a the evil deed.


Maybe I should turn to my roots to drink to escape as the parents from far. I think to point it will calling me forever, I wish it wasn't in my blood or genes. The event which come soon in the near distance future but must not be allow to over take me with its calls.

I am sorry I have no spelling check. I haven't being able comment of other people writing.


I wrote this extract on that day, due to be summer holiday for kids. I started to feel frustrate and its not to bad now. It like kettle building up to boil as frustrate grow in side me. The acholic which I speak of is calling me, to point actual brought to two bottles and small of wine in 2 months and I am find myself going the path to shelfs in the supermarket. I am tried to not allow me get draw into it again.

[Jack of Hearts]

It's hard to say what makes your writing work, zoo. Some of the phrases don't make as much sense as they should... but then in others, it's exquisite imagery in a punctual, no nonsense manner. You're a maverick with your alternate language- you must be something fierce in your native tongue.

There's no denying the effect of these.






J

[zoolane]

Thank you Jack.