Its probably not too good, but I'm proud of it. This is a fic I got of my character, Clorisonis the Second, and some of my own experiantces. who is insane because of the "emotional pains reflecting the phisical pains of his childhood." Read about my characters at http://clorisonisthefirst.tripod.com/thelastofthetlee/
From Dib's POV
Reflective pools,
strings of eternity,
life goes on,
parrelel or not,
intersective,
reflective pools of my youth,
strings of eternity ,
illusional mists,
Fogging the boarders of reality,
of fantisy,
I dare question my sanity.
I sighed, looking at the window, not the outside; the window. Dare I question my sanity?
I could just sit, questioning my sanity for houes; forever.
I seeemed to be tetering on the loss of reality, of being completely in my own would, only seeing what my eyes wanted to see, and being in reality. But I am only in reality truthfully when I want; I stand aside from my body, whatching my everymove. I seldom take things as they are happening. Dare I question my Sanity?
I though back, to the "realities" that never existed, but I was there none the less, maybe more so, more so, than a dream.
I was in a tree. The land layed out before me, I whatched the sky with growing interst, the stars, most of which were probably entire solor sytems, entire galaxies, so far that my 7/20 eyes could not see individual stars, but melded them into a single blur of light.
I came to the slightly-in-the-past thing I call my "prestent reality."
A suddenly flash forward, like I often have. Not a thing of the past, but of the distant furture. To tall figures loomed over a smashed form. wo tall figures with glowing red and purple eyes. Light came, as it often did after a few seconds as my brian played the illusion, making me see only what they wanted.
I sopped breathing a minute as the bloody, brocken form came to focus. I knew that form beter than my own father.
And my visions don't lie.
I ran to warn the only thing that held my pitiful existance from falling apart.
Dare I question my sanity?
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From Dib's POV
Reflective pools,
strings of eternity,
life goes on,
parrelel or not,
intersective,
reflective pools of my youth,
strings of eternity ,
illusional mists,
Fogging the boarders of reality,
of fantisy,
I dare question my sanity.
I sighed, looking at the window, not the outside; the window. Dare I question my sanity?
I could just sit, questioning my sanity for houes; forever.
I seeemed to be tetering on the loss of reality, of being completely in my own would, only seeing what my eyes wanted to see, and being in reality. But I am only in reality truthfully when I want; I stand aside from my body, whatching my everymove. I seldom take things as they are happening. Dare I question my Sanity?
I though back, to the "realities" that never existed, but I was there none the less, maybe more so, more so, than a dream.
I was in a tree. The land layed out before me, I whatched the sky with growing interst, the stars, most of which were probably entire solor sytems, entire galaxies, so far that my 7/20 eyes could not see individual stars, but melded them into a single blur of light.
I came to the slightly-in-the-past thing I call my "prestent reality."
A suddenly flash forward, like I often have. Not a thing of the past, but of the distant furture. To tall figures loomed over a smashed form. wo tall figures with glowing red and purple eyes. Light came, as it often did after a few seconds as my brian played the illusion, making me see only what they wanted.
I sopped breathing a minute as the bloody, brocken form came to focus. I knew that form beter than my own father.
And my visions don't lie.
I ran to warn the only thing that held my pitiful existance from falling apart.
Dare I question my sanity?
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