Pyschotika
15-12-2006, 21:38
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
In the end...we all just die
Part One
Why dream?
Flash. Darkness, what is it? What happened? From a dream, to the world, but was it yet still a dream? Our character sat and pondered for almost two minutes...maybe even longer, maybe really not that long at all. Breath..shallow..but deep? Hastened thoughts, clamy hands...sweat marked forehead. Maybe a pinch? No...nothing...but something. Why? Was he dreaming that he was awake yet questioning his reality? Or was he awake questioning his reality in what seemed a dream? It was all to frustrating, but it was enough to arise. The moon was in full view from the window, it was the land of the Riseing Sun alright...but the land of the Falling Moon. Just...sit...sit and adore such beauty, but how in such an awkward yet frightening predicament? Yet, not frightening as much as frustrating and confusing.
What was that? Such a sound, from the darkness of afar...what could it be, really? Check it out? No...but then again it could be nothing. Go on then, check what it could be. Nothing dared creep towards such a character...other...no, but what if? The sound of his own creeking foot steps was enough to send a chill through his own spine, the floor as old as it was. Surprisingly enough that Japanese ingenuity held out for hundreds of years. Twas such a house, a house of age...and strange darkness. He must have startled something, as he heard tiny scurrying sounds opposite of him as he creeked. He sighed...he saw the shadow in it's last second of existance...
Damn Cat...
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He looked out of his window, it was a fair day that portrayed unto him. He was awake in an early time, somewhat earlier than usual. He could see not a human had stirred in his sleep, he stood and walked over to the window. It was strange how different the setting...the environment...just changes so suddenly. To a man asleep, he believes that only magic can conduct such a beautious sound of birds...sight of trees, swaying into the wind. A creek sounded to his six, and he spun around somewhat non-chalantly. Of course, as his thoughts lied to him, it was somewhat...sudden.
"Have I disturbed you?" The person asked, noticeing a sign of unusualness in our character's face. It seemed to be an ever lasting silence until he spoke up.
"No, you have not. Please...what is it you need at this moment?" He said, manageing a friendly stance...added with his rare smile.
"O..oh...nothing, I was only seeing if it was you who needed something, s..." The person was cut-off, our character seemed to object to the finishing sentance with a slight gesture.
"No, I am fine. Thank you, please...leave me be for now." He smiled, releasing the sudden appearance. After the person had left, our character turned back to his window. He sighed...speaking to himself.
"It is sad...beauty like this does not last forever, and we are very blessed to have such beauty for so long.." he paused, thinking..continuing his mumble.. "however...men must make their moves...the world is all but a stage for man and God.." he paused again, somewhat wanting to laugh.. "of course...this word of 'God' is only man's lost cause of righteousness...in this world, even those who follow him begin to denounce him and his son..and those believing him alone seem to be fervantly eating up new stances...this...new form of atheism..." pausing...continuing.. "but what is a man to do?"...
Part Two
Man's ultimate answer...
Post later...
Dust to Dust
In the end...we all just die
Part One
Why dream?
Flash. Darkness, what is it? What happened? From a dream, to the world, but was it yet still a dream? Our character sat and pondered for almost two minutes...maybe even longer, maybe really not that long at all. Breath..shallow..but deep? Hastened thoughts, clamy hands...sweat marked forehead. Maybe a pinch? No...nothing...but something. Why? Was he dreaming that he was awake yet questioning his reality? Or was he awake questioning his reality in what seemed a dream? It was all to frustrating, but it was enough to arise. The moon was in full view from the window, it was the land of the Riseing Sun alright...but the land of the Falling Moon. Just...sit...sit and adore such beauty, but how in such an awkward yet frightening predicament? Yet, not frightening as much as frustrating and confusing.
What was that? Such a sound, from the darkness of afar...what could it be, really? Check it out? No...but then again it could be nothing. Go on then, check what it could be. Nothing dared creep towards such a character...other...no, but what if? The sound of his own creeking foot steps was enough to send a chill through his own spine, the floor as old as it was. Surprisingly enough that Japanese ingenuity held out for hundreds of years. Twas such a house, a house of age...and strange darkness. He must have startled something, as he heard tiny scurrying sounds opposite of him as he creeked. He sighed...he saw the shadow in it's last second of existance...
Damn Cat...
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---
He looked out of his window, it was a fair day that portrayed unto him. He was awake in an early time, somewhat earlier than usual. He could see not a human had stirred in his sleep, he stood and walked over to the window. It was strange how different the setting...the environment...just changes so suddenly. To a man asleep, he believes that only magic can conduct such a beautious sound of birds...sight of trees, swaying into the wind. A creek sounded to his six, and he spun around somewhat non-chalantly. Of course, as his thoughts lied to him, it was somewhat...sudden.
"Have I disturbed you?" The person asked, noticeing a sign of unusualness in our character's face. It seemed to be an ever lasting silence until he spoke up.
"No, you have not. Please...what is it you need at this moment?" He said, manageing a friendly stance...added with his rare smile.
"O..oh...nothing, I was only seeing if it was you who needed something, s..." The person was cut-off, our character seemed to object to the finishing sentance with a slight gesture.
"No, I am fine. Thank you, please...leave me be for now." He smiled, releasing the sudden appearance. After the person had left, our character turned back to his window. He sighed...speaking to himself.
"It is sad...beauty like this does not last forever, and we are very blessed to have such beauty for so long.." he paused, thinking..continuing his mumble.. "however...men must make their moves...the world is all but a stage for man and God.." he paused again, somewhat wanting to laugh.. "of course...this word of 'God' is only man's lost cause of righteousness...in this world, even those who follow him begin to denounce him and his son..and those believing him alone seem to be fervantly eating up new stances...this...new form of atheism..." pausing...continuing.. "but what is a man to do?"...
Part Two
Man's ultimate answer...
Post later...