a story i wrote for you, bay12.
Chapter One.
light and dark, sun and moon, changing shifting shapes surrounded me. i knew what it was and what it meant but i was afraid to act. i couldn't. her beautiful face had driven me so very mad, the ever present threat of loss served as my motivator. i needed to do something, i knew that i needed to act. standing idly by would not help either cause. and so i did it. i swore to myself i would do it.
colors and spirals and lights! i had to press on. i ignored the vehement opposition and the stalwart crowds. i diffused the naysayers and sought only vindication. righteous judgment and eternal suffering, internal confusion rife with obtrusions. i battled and ignored, i fell for their ploy but refused to surrender. it was my hope for salvation that pushed me further, ever further past my original goals. i needed reassurance yet my disparate pleading and yearning lead to naught but despair and disgust.
my view forever rejected, dismissed by all. my internal convictions lamented, my principles invalidated. i had neither strength nor will to continue, beaten aback by stoic, uncaring monstrosities. their wise words made me weary, they confirmed the undesirable truth. i ignored these cries and pledged to forget, but memory is not one so easily coerced. the seeds of doubt had been planted, seeds of enlightenment gestating, and so i had lost it all. the path to redemption was visible before me, a path rife with strife, ravaged, one not voyaged by me before. it was an unknown, a perplexity, i was offered a chance and a decision was forced upon me.
would i take it?
Chapter One end.
maybe more later you guys if you guys think it's as rad as i think it is.
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Topic: Pablumistic Phantasmagoria (Read 1197 times)