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UnholyWeather
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Hello to all you readers and writers out there. You probably me don't know which is understandable because I don't really post that much. This my coming out thread. It will contain a small part of my story that I'm writing. It isn't very long, but when I post the first chapter, this will be posted with it.
Enjoy.
There is a prophecy of oncoming darkness, when a threat will endanger the balance of a world. False harmony shall fall upon the earth, thriving in abundance. But thunderclouds gather on the horizon, raining down sweet malice. An eternal struggle of infinite proportions will be subdued by a single individual, but not forever. The future is full of uncertainty, but one thing is set in stone. Darkness is just on the horizon.
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“One step at a time.”
That’s what he’d been telling himself for the past two hours. Didn’t really help that much. His throbbing feet were proof that the mind over matter crap didn’t work. Of course, he was still walking so, maybe, it did work. Either way, his feet were pulsating anvils of agony. His legs were no better, but their pain had been reduced (yeah, sure, and that shimmering he saw on the horizon was water) to a dull ache about an hour ago (thanks to his feet).
“One step at a time.”
He wondered if one’s brain can fry if it stayed out in the sun’s merciless heat for too long. Or maybe it slowly baked, cooking it’s self in its own fluid. Actually, that sounded mighty tasty. Baked brain with a side order of chopped liver soaking in cranial fluid. Just the way mamma used to make.
“One step at a time.”
He idling thought if he was losing his grip on reality. “Naaaah,” he thought to himself. Who, in there right mind, wouldn’t enjoy a juicy brain? Baked of course, fried wouldn’t be good for your tummy.
Yummy.
Great, now he was seeing a giant, white bunny dancing toward him. Would it want to dance with him? Did he remember how to dance? Was he ever taught how to dance? Would it rain purple spotted sleeping beasts? Probably, unsure, bitter berries, huh?
Yet more steps.
How weary he felt all of a sudden. His heavily cloaked shoulders were stooped forward. He could barely hold up his brain. No, that’s not right. Where was his brain located again? His chest, maybe? No, that didn’t sound right. He knew it was inside something hard just like he knew that the sky was white. He really wanted to fly a kite. No, no, must not get sidetracked. Hard…hard…hard? His head, that’s the place. Couldn’t hold up his head anymore.
More steps.
Would he make it to the shimmering area? “No,” he thought to himself, “shimmering places are just as real as giant, dancing bunnies.” “So I probably won’t make in time.”
Looking down at his dusty, scuffed boots and the now comfortable-looking ground, he wondered if he should lie down and take a nap. No, just a little more.
“Just…one…more…step,” he murmured to himself.
Then he promptly collapsed onto steaming, smooth sand causing it to puff up into a small, sparkling brown sugar cloud.
I guess it isn't much of a preview, but I don't want to give away too much of the story. To tell the truth it's more like a teaser.
Tell me what you think.
*Edited*
Enjoy.
There is a prophecy of oncoming darkness, when a threat will endanger the balance of a world. False harmony shall fall upon the earth, thriving in abundance. But thunderclouds gather on the horizon, raining down sweet malice. An eternal struggle of infinite proportions will be subdued by a single individual, but not forever. The future is full of uncertainty, but one thing is set in stone. Darkness is just on the horizon.
~~~
“One step at a time.”
That’s what he’d been telling himself for the past two hours. Didn’t really help that much. His throbbing feet were proof that the mind over matter crap didn’t work. Of course, he was still walking so, maybe, it did work. Either way, his feet were pulsating anvils of agony. His legs were no better, but their pain had been reduced (yeah, sure, and that shimmering he saw on the horizon was water) to a dull ache about an hour ago (thanks to his feet).
“One step at a time.”
He wondered if one’s brain can fry if it stayed out in the sun’s merciless heat for too long. Or maybe it slowly baked, cooking it’s self in its own fluid. Actually, that sounded mighty tasty. Baked brain with a side order of chopped liver soaking in cranial fluid. Just the way mamma used to make.
“One step at a time.”
He idling thought if he was losing his grip on reality. “Naaaah,” he thought to himself. Who, in there right mind, wouldn’t enjoy a juicy brain? Baked of course, fried wouldn’t be good for your tummy.
Yummy.
Great, now he was seeing a giant, white bunny dancing toward him. Would it want to dance with him? Did he remember how to dance? Was he ever taught how to dance? Would it rain purple spotted sleeping beasts? Probably, unsure, bitter berries, huh?
Yet more steps.
How weary he felt all of a sudden. His heavily cloaked shoulders were stooped forward. He could barely hold up his brain. No, that’s not right. Where was his brain located again? His chest, maybe? No, that didn’t sound right. He knew it was inside something hard just like he knew that the sky was white. He really wanted to fly a kite. No, no, must not get sidetracked. Hard…hard…hard? His head, that’s the place. Couldn’t hold up his head anymore.
More steps.
Would he make it to the shimmering area? “No,” he thought to himself, “shimmering places are just as real as giant, dancing bunnies.” “So I probably won’t make in time.”
Looking down at his dusty, scuffed boots and the now comfortable-looking ground, he wondered if he should lie down and take a nap. No, just a little more.
“Just…one…more…step,” he murmured to himself.
Then he promptly collapsed onto steaming, smooth sand causing it to puff up into a small, sparkling brown sugar cloud.
I guess it isn't much of a preview, but I don't want to give away too much of the story. To tell the truth it's more like a teaser.
Tell me what you think.
*Edited*
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