I love the story form
Man you did a great job on this one.
I know i will come back just to relive
that mental picture you gave me through this piece..
It's wrote to be read over and over again.
Finish this one... Yeah
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Originally Posted by Xero Satsujin
I wasn't gonna post this, but I figure why the hell not? Anyway, it's not finished, but it's all I got for now...
I once boarded a train that crossed at the roads of perdition so I could finally see. My eyes opened wide as my mind escaped and was free. So many passengers on the car I wanted to be alone to think. I unsheathed my pen, pulled free a parchment and began to sink. Going deeper between the lines, they were like thighs and I was making love. I pushed them apart and kept the rhythm steady like the wings of a dove.
Peace was at hand and I reached out to get a hold. Then I shrank back and shivered because the nights here are beyond cold. Yet the plush velvet took me in to where there is no sun. Stars mapped the runway and a voice said run. I didn’t feel the ground at first, but my legs agreed with the notion. One step, two steps, three steps, and then I felt the sway of locomotion. The brakes were hit as the conductor called out the next stop. There was metaphor after metaphor, all being sewn like a regular crop.
A few passengers exited the train in single file. But as always, there was someone blocking the aisle. I peered over my seat to see what was blocking everybody up in seat 2C. There was nothing to see but the cold air coming in through the window in seat 2B. It scarred and scared the bitter who’d forgotten their coats. But as I looked closer, they were all writers who’d forgotten their notes. I sat back in my seat and patiently waited for the others to pass. I stared at the paper because my reflection stared back through the glass.
I put the pen back to the paper and felt it throbbing in my hand. Like a heart beat I felt the ink flow as it awaited my command. I started with slow strokes like the reluctant kisses of a hesitant lover. Not wanting to get over zealous in finding a way, but I could think of no other. I was coaxed back in until it hurt. Next thing I knew I found myself face first in the dirt. A river bank lay before me and I could hear a waterfall. People were climbing from the mud but over the edge to escape it all.
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