Honestly I've sorta forgotten where we are. But I can still start off my
precious cliffie thing for my loyal story readers...I have been planning a
sequel, and want to get done with this story before the end of may, which
is the end of school for me.
Trust me my depressing poetry fans, you'll like this chapter...I was
originally going to post it for my guess a character thing on a true
nature, but I tweaked it around a bit, and now the result stands before
you...
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
I can't think anymore!
These invisible probing hands,
each eager to give me a new thought of an other mind,
please let them stop!!
is that....silence?
Blackness...void.
Pure and clean...like I used to be.
No instead I get to return home.
nobody cares
nobody hears.
If only i could give my power to them....
My mother would see all the beauty of a thought...
The music!
The color!
Harmony, value, rythym, intense and rich...
The mind is clean the thoughts come with distinct and interesting ideas...
And he abandoned himself to the sensation
/////
this one...
The water...blue and calm...
Hmm....not the one, son then...let us move on
the others
ah yes...him..the wind one. Not very interesting
His wonderful family...
His fathers terrible cooking...
The dogs...even remembered scents....
All the air...the freedom.
Lightness....
This one...
Oh if only my brother could feel the pain he gives me!
Every bruise imprinted on his mind...
Every cut a stab to whatever twisted conscience still resides in his
destroyed shell
the cracked ribs....oh he would feel it all...it would become evident to
him at least that he wouldn't want to damage himself....if only they would
all stop!!
Standing in front of my house...sensing the alley cats, and sharp pangs as
a mouse is caught
a hawk overhead....
Interesting...but we must find them...time to look back later
a complex mind trying to lose themselves in another world
Pain, sadness.....Death
firey energy in infinite blackness....
These memories if held would burn into me forever..I must stay
clear.....reject the eager hands
even the slight wedge of a link to another mind?
Maelstrom...ripping of the mind from the inside....to the road before all
turns to ash!
Following the link...a pathway of light in the midst of darkness.
The joy...black, but still light.
Dark but still bright.
Impossibility, and truth.
The walking contradiction in the shell of an oxymoron.
Shadow....innocence.
What am i who am I???
Back in myself....wh-
who am I?
...who is this mind???
How can I get out of the whiteness???
Who is 'I'?
I have never felt this presence before...
LIGHT!
INTENSITY !!!!!
Must...break...AH!
Interesting...dangerous too...most intriguing
Shadow within the light...
Meet the light within the darkness.
And yet who am I?
To keep the information I have?
To decide what I have seen is a threat is the same un given right as the
right to give pity....
Pity is often unwanted...it also shows a feeling of security...all an
illusion
all illusions shall be cut down!
Soon...soon
now is not the time.
The knowledge would be damage.
A stab to their morale
a beating down of any structure or sanity their minds could comprehend.
They don't know what is inside them...
light within the darkness...
I AM THE DARKNESS BECOME THE LIGHT
I AM THE DARKNESS...RELIEVING THE PAIN
Ahh!!!! yes...the light within the darkness...
it shall bear more of the same
shadows spawn shadows.
Light spawns light.
This is nature's course,
shadow cannot create light..not by itself
light cannot become shadow...not completely
only one mind I cannot penetrate.
That of the seer,
the snake.
The healer.
The horse.
All of them...fascinating blanks.
They do not matter though...we must find THEM
/////
The voices...the voices
talking,
whispering,
muttering.
Their mute words bring me strength
/////.
Then there is the small afraid one... the telepathic again..the interesting
one
Ah...he is interesting..you can sense me?
Ah..how truly interesting
no matter...still the telepathic one is truly unique.
Even beautiful.
I will have him.
Ahh..soon my pet, you shall taste her precious changeling blood
soon you shall have your revenge...I only want the beautiful telepathic.
Yes...he is strength..silent strength...
What tasty fear...oh most succulent...
What? Yes, yes, my pet...patience.
Ah..
There
wait...who is this? And two of them in one body?
A celest?
No..the other spirit is darker...
A Shade.
The one, this is the one we take my precious pet.
The morsel with the wind one, and the naive one
the naive one is dark, yes, but too naive to be shadaeic.
Ah...yes I sense it...most intriguing my pet, most intriguing.
Yes I see the light you impatient little fool!
Do not test me!
I know all!
Yes...we shall have to take care of the wind one.
Then we take the two in one..and my beautiful telepathic.
I have told you before! You will have your blood!
And I shall have mine.
IIIIIII
that was half my poetry mode, and the other part was one side of a
discussion.
The one they want to take, is not who you think it is...except for maybe
the 'beautiful one' that's kinda obvious...and a little sick even, but
hey...it's important.
Trust me.
In fact, you may be able to guess the one who is going to run into some
trouble...just look carefully ^_^ sorry for going a little off plot, but
first off I got a great Idea, and erm...I forgot what I was doing _
thanks for the reviews all! Normally I would reply, but I have my stupid
short term memory to blame -_-
soon...soon...all will be revealed in maybe another five to seven
chapters...maybe less maybe more...all I know is I have something, and I'm
sticking with it. And i can probably get half the sequel fic up by typing
over the summer...there probably won't be really any updates over the
summer, because I post from my school internet...I don't really have it at
home ^.^;;;
yark: you have dail-up
skunky: dail up is basically no internet yark.
Yark: well, even if I wanted to try to argue with you about this, I
probably wouldn't win...
Skunky: quit with the noble talk yark.
Yark: o.o;;; erm...ok.......
Skunky:....yes?
Yark: how was I oble?
Skunky: OH@#$%^&@^&*%$#^@^$#!!!!
Yark: -_-;;; eloquent.
-r
-and the freak show known as my staff of characters
precious cliffie thing for my loyal story readers...I have been planning a
sequel, and want to get done with this story before the end of may, which
is the end of school for me.
Trust me my depressing poetry fans, you'll like this chapter...I was
originally going to post it for my guess a character thing on a true
nature, but I tweaked it around a bit, and now the result stands before
you...
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
I can't think anymore!
These invisible probing hands,
each eager to give me a new thought of an other mind,
please let them stop!!
is that....silence?
Blackness...void.
Pure and clean...like I used to be.
No instead I get to return home.
nobody cares
nobody hears.
If only i could give my power to them....
My mother would see all the beauty of a thought...
The music!
The color!
Harmony, value, rythym, intense and rich...
The mind is clean the thoughts come with distinct and interesting ideas...
And he abandoned himself to the sensation
/////
this one...
The water...blue and calm...
Hmm....not the one, son then...let us move on
the others
ah yes...him..the wind one. Not very interesting
His wonderful family...
His fathers terrible cooking...
The dogs...even remembered scents....
All the air...the freedom.
Lightness....
This one...
Oh if only my brother could feel the pain he gives me!
Every bruise imprinted on his mind...
Every cut a stab to whatever twisted conscience still resides in his
destroyed shell
the cracked ribs....oh he would feel it all...it would become evident to
him at least that he wouldn't want to damage himself....if only they would
all stop!!
Standing in front of my house...sensing the alley cats, and sharp pangs as
a mouse is caught
a hawk overhead....
Interesting...but we must find them...time to look back later
a complex mind trying to lose themselves in another world
Pain, sadness.....Death
firey energy in infinite blackness....
These memories if held would burn into me forever..I must stay
clear.....reject the eager hands
even the slight wedge of a link to another mind?
Maelstrom...ripping of the mind from the inside....to the road before all
turns to ash!
Following the link...a pathway of light in the midst of darkness.
The joy...black, but still light.
Dark but still bright.
Impossibility, and truth.
The walking contradiction in the shell of an oxymoron.
Shadow....innocence.
What am i who am I???
Back in myself....wh-
who am I?
...who is this mind???
How can I get out of the whiteness???
Who is 'I'?
I have never felt this presence before...
LIGHT!
INTENSITY !!!!!
Must...break...AH!
Interesting...dangerous too...most intriguing
Shadow within the light...
Meet the light within the darkness.
And yet who am I?
To keep the information I have?
To decide what I have seen is a threat is the same un given right as the
right to give pity....
Pity is often unwanted...it also shows a feeling of security...all an
illusion
all illusions shall be cut down!
Soon...soon
now is not the time.
The knowledge would be damage.
A stab to their morale
a beating down of any structure or sanity their minds could comprehend.
They don't know what is inside them...
light within the darkness...
I AM THE DARKNESS BECOME THE LIGHT
I AM THE DARKNESS...RELIEVING THE PAIN
Ahh!!!! yes...the light within the darkness...
it shall bear more of the same
shadows spawn shadows.
Light spawns light.
This is nature's course,
shadow cannot create light..not by itself
light cannot become shadow...not completely
only one mind I cannot penetrate.
That of the seer,
the snake.
The healer.
The horse.
All of them...fascinating blanks.
They do not matter though...we must find THEM
/////
The voices...the voices
talking,
whispering,
muttering.
Their mute words bring me strength
/////.
Then there is the small afraid one... the telepathic again..the interesting
one
Ah...he is interesting..you can sense me?
Ah..how truly interesting
no matter...still the telepathic one is truly unique.
Even beautiful.
I will have him.
Ahh..soon my pet, you shall taste her precious changeling blood
soon you shall have your revenge...I only want the beautiful telepathic.
Yes...he is strength..silent strength...
What tasty fear...oh most succulent...
What? Yes, yes, my pet...patience.
Ah..
There
wait...who is this? And two of them in one body?
A celest?
No..the other spirit is darker...
A Shade.
The one, this is the one we take my precious pet.
The morsel with the wind one, and the naive one
the naive one is dark, yes, but too naive to be shadaeic.
Ah...yes I sense it...most intriguing my pet, most intriguing.
Yes I see the light you impatient little fool!
Do not test me!
I know all!
Yes...we shall have to take care of the wind one.
Then we take the two in one..and my beautiful telepathic.
I have told you before! You will have your blood!
And I shall have mine.
IIIIIII
that was half my poetry mode, and the other part was one side of a
discussion.
The one they want to take, is not who you think it is...except for maybe
the 'beautiful one' that's kinda obvious...and a little sick even, but
hey...it's important.
Trust me.
In fact, you may be able to guess the one who is going to run into some
trouble...just look carefully ^_^ sorry for going a little off plot, but
first off I got a great Idea, and erm...I forgot what I was doing _
thanks for the reviews all! Normally I would reply, but I have my stupid
short term memory to blame -_-
soon...soon...all will be revealed in maybe another five to seven
chapters...maybe less maybe more...all I know is I have something, and I'm
sticking with it. And i can probably get half the sequel fic up by typing
over the summer...there probably won't be really any updates over the
summer, because I post from my school internet...I don't really have it at
home ^.^;;;
yark: you have dail-up
skunky: dail up is basically no internet yark.
Yark: well, even if I wanted to try to argue with you about this, I
probably wouldn't win...
Skunky: quit with the noble talk yark.
Yark: o.o;;; erm...ok.......
Skunky:....yes?
Yark: how was I oble?
Skunky: OH@#$%^&@^&*%$#^@^$#!!!!
Yark: -_-;;; eloquent.
-r
-and the freak show known as my staff of characters