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zombiecannon) wrote2009-05-19 08:42 pm
zombiecannon) wrote2009-05-19 08:42 pm
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A blurb of a story I'm writing...
If it's interesting, and people say so, maybe I'll write it in earnest, lol. XD It's supposed to be a BL parody rendition/melding of a buncha fairy tales. My way. Here goes, just a little bit.
"He awoke with a start. A nightmare…? He’d fallen asleep in the cavernous library. Oh. Well, that meant he was even more lost than before, because he must have been sleepwalking. Nothing looked familiar. “And now I am a somnambulist.” He laughed dryly until his stomach (still small from his life on the farm) growled angrily. “Huh…”
He started walking again, attentively reading the spines of the books, trying to figure out where he was -- only to discover that whatever language they were written in he didn’t understand it at all. He sighed. Eventually he found another set of reading desks and sat. He looked up at the ceiling-sky. “Illusion?” It was a tentative, quiet call, but still seemed to echo throughout the forest of bookcases. He fell silent and rested his head upon the desk. Sleep claimed him once again.
It was dark. Dark, tinged with blue. Deep sapphire blue. Lovely sparkling bright dark dim distant. He seemed to be floating in it. Suspended in nothingness. It was pleasant. Free from hunger pain sensation. Frightening maybe but he was oh so numb. Numb…
Soft silver caressed his senses. What? Comfortable… The light was gentle. He peered more closely at it, mingling with the azure darkness. Silver sparkling in rainbows, bright vibrant pure color. Warm… love. Love? Love. It embraced him, cradled him in loving warmth. Yes. Safe. From what? Everything? Sure. Ribbons of dark mixing with bright silver… Lovely. Safe. Self. Whole. A voice -- kind concerned warm silvery silver. A name -- his? Was it…?"
Abstract much? If you like it, let me know. I wrote it in class one day. LOL.
"He awoke with a start. A nightmare…? He’d fallen asleep in the cavernous library. Oh. Well, that meant he was even more lost than before, because he must have been sleepwalking. Nothing looked familiar. “And now I am a somnambulist.” He laughed dryly until his stomach (still small from his life on the farm) growled angrily. “Huh…”
He started walking again, attentively reading the spines of the books, trying to figure out where he was -- only to discover that whatever language they were written in he didn’t understand it at all. He sighed. Eventually he found another set of reading desks and sat. He looked up at the ceiling-sky. “Illusion?” It was a tentative, quiet call, but still seemed to echo throughout the forest of bookcases. He fell silent and rested his head upon the desk. Sleep claimed him once again.
It was dark. Dark, tinged with blue. Deep sapphire blue. Lovely sparkling bright dark dim distant. He seemed to be floating in it. Suspended in nothingness. It was pleasant. Free from hunger pain sensation. Frightening maybe but he was oh so numb. Numb…
Soft silver caressed his senses. What? Comfortable… The light was gentle. He peered more closely at it, mingling with the azure darkness. Silver sparkling in rainbows, bright vibrant pure color. Warm… love. Love? Love. It embraced him, cradled him in loving warmth. Yes. Safe. From what? Everything? Sure. Ribbons of dark mixing with bright silver… Lovely. Safe. Self. Whole. A voice -- kind concerned warm silvery silver. A name -- his? Was it…?"
Abstract much? If you like it, let me know. I wrote it in class one day. LOL.