paulone
09-23-2011, 06:38 AM
I want to share my writing with as many people as possible. Therefore I will publish my latest work as its written. Here is the first instalment. All comments, positive or negative, will be gratefully received.
The Birkeesh dilemma; dreams revisited.
A story that must be told.
Chapter 1
She stopped, swayed, listening for some obscure justification. Was this real, or a dream mocking her complacency. She didn't know, or even care! Only one thought entered her mind, the thought that she had avoided for too long. She feared that step, that ignomous step, not because it might be her last, but because it could end her journey. "Damn , damn damn!, her senses railed, fearing the vortex of despondency. Could one have ever imagined it would be so, she pondered, returning briefly to her time with the others. "What would they do"? "What would they say"? "Did they ever really care?". The vortex grew.
Rain lashed, gusts pillaging earth's autumn bounty. Cold, cold, cold, and heavy, like a pregnant swift. A capricious love indeed. Her mind wandered ,drifting to time within time, then time without time, then back. It was nice. If only Beckett had loved her as she had loved him. Did it have to be so? Perhaps. But it didn't really matter anymore. She had made her bed. Now she would sleep!
The Birkeesh dilemma; dreams revisited.
A story that must be told.
Chapter 1
She stopped, swayed, listening for some obscure justification. Was this real, or a dream mocking her complacency. She didn't know, or even care! Only one thought entered her mind, the thought that she had avoided for too long. She feared that step, that ignomous step, not because it might be her last, but because it could end her journey. "Damn , damn damn!, her senses railed, fearing the vortex of despondency. Could one have ever imagined it would be so, she pondered, returning briefly to her time with the others. "What would they do"? "What would they say"? "Did they ever really care?". The vortex grew.
Rain lashed, gusts pillaging earth's autumn bounty. Cold, cold, cold, and heavy, like a pregnant swift. A capricious love indeed. Her mind wandered ,drifting to time within time, then time without time, then back. It was nice. If only Beckett had loved her as she had loved him. Did it have to be so? Perhaps. But it didn't really matter anymore. She had made her bed. Now she would sleep!