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| Portrait; Gen: "Cliff skipped a stone..." | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 22, 2012, 10:26 am (1,141 Views) | |
| Achernar | May 22, 2012, 10:26 am Post #1 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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After looking for something lost in the foor, he finally lifted up the object he found. It was a silvery picture frame, it was empty. Nothing inside. He kept it framed in the space formed with his index and thumb fingers. He started to look through it, like if his hands were now a camera. With this brand new camera he had now, he started to take photos. "Sweet! A camera!" Somebody turned around, and smiled. The image showed a young man sitting in a seat, with a can of beer in his smiling lips. The image was recorded in a cyanscale, to keep the color of the eyes and the sky behind the window. "Hey! Look at this!" The face frozen was memorable, funny he would say. Usual in their photoshoots, amusing. He saved the image in a innovative "forestscale", he liked those tones. He did so to keep the color of his eyes and his brown hair. "You can have a photo too!" They started to play with the reactions and angles. Such a childish face. Big eyes wondered about how the camera worked. The print would have a high contrast style, marking the black hair and dark eyes. The photographer left the frame inside his bag. The camera turned into hands again, back to reality. Now all the others were asleep in their seats. And he looked the images taken. The photos were collected in an album. In his imagination. In his memory. He kept them until the album was cremated. Edited by Achernar, May 26, 2012, 7:48 pm.
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| Lilith | May 22, 2012, 3:20 pm Post #2 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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;_; Oh, my heart! Cliffy!! ;_; Beautiful! |
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| Shayi | May 22, 2012, 3:37 pm Post #3 |
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Bring me that horizon
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Very nice - very different which is what I like about it - it's subtle, sad and at the same time really nice! |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | May 22, 2012, 3:44 pm Post #4 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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Yeah I loved it!
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| Achernar | May 22, 2012, 5:34 pm Post #5 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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thanks you girls for the replies n______n @Shayi: welp. I'm not fond of saying names :B I like to write "lite" stuff c: |
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| Shayi | May 22, 2012, 5:41 pm Post #6 |
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Bring me that horizon
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Hey it works - I really enjoyed it!
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| Achernar | May 26, 2012, 7:36 pm Post #7 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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Years went by. Since that exact moment every dream he had with them had broken, revealing a feeling which was similar to hate towards them. Them. Who somehow, always found their way to overshadow every single thing he made. It was never enough. To people, he would never be able to get over it. A video. A big crowd singing and moving with the rhythm of one melody he had made and played years ago. Them again. In the screen. Their names everywhere. The world had become whole exhibition about it. He was too blind to notice he was reaching his own place in the world. Too blind to realize he didn't need to prove anything. Changes went by and he realized it was enough. ~~~~~~~~ Far away, in a room, a youngster with his group of friends were talking about the images in their screen. The screen showed not a big crowd, but a small amount of people. Yet, it was one of the most strange and important moments in the development of that story. It was like, if that photo taken before the day he was left...it was almost like if that photo was taken again. Again in the same stage. His house was a mess. A whole evening watching the Fillmore shows with snacks, singing and instruments occupying more space than it was necessary. All his friends left commenting what they just have seen. He went back to the computer. Watched the performance one more time and took a couple of screenshots. With a smile, he collected the images in a folder. Yes. Virtual photos are fireproof. Edited by Achernar, May 26, 2012, 11:32 pm.
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| Lilith | May 26, 2012, 8:15 pm Post #8 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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I'm a bit confused, lol Though I'm pretty sure about who you're talking about in the first part. I loved this:
;_; But I'm lost about the second... But pretty intrigued!
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| Achernar | May 26, 2012, 8:19 pm Post #9 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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okay, okay n_______n; hints (?) Spoiler: click to toggle ugh, I suck with ideas arrangement Edited by Achernar, May 26, 2012, 8:25 pm.
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| Lilith | May 27, 2012, 2:37 pm Post #10 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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lool I think I get it now. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Achernar | June 11, 2012, 6:53 pm Post #11 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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Texarkana - R.E.M. 20,000 miles to an oasis 20,000 years will I burn 20,000 chances I wasted Waiting for the moment to turn I would give my life to find it I would give it all Catch me if I fall Now you finally are reading this. Some people must be thinking "Hey! I think I know who are you! my god...You didn't forget them!" Guys... Forget about you... How could I forget about you? You are always here, with me. When I walk, I see people wearing Metallica shirts. Everytime I write in class I hear somebody singing "master! master!" in the background. My classmates love you guys. They look up to you. Sometimes in magazines, othertimes in the radio you are alive. Walking through the woods I have faced it Looking for something to learn 30,000 thoughts have replaced it, Never in my time to return I would give my life to find it I would give it all Catch me if I fall I've been trying to recover all the pieces of myself. A collection of memories. My mind gathered again. -~Did you know I love photography? I think my hands and eyes work different~- If it ends up as ashes, I will recover it again. As many times I can. I miss so many things. I miss you. I miss my friends. As life is as strange as it is, my actual name is the name of one of my best friends of back then. I won't forget him neither. When my parents call me, I remember the times I called him by the name I have now. All alone Waiting to fall But now I'm not alone. I have grown up again, I got more friends. And I met with my brother. Yes, he is here too. He doesn't remember me, even so, I see his eyes shine when we laugh. 40,000 stars in the evening Look at them fall from the sky 40,000 reasons for living 40,000 tears in your eye I guess I will leave this here, my parents are calling me for dinner. Just one sentence... "Jim!!! we are waiting for you! Leave that computer now!" I guess I won't have them waiting... "I'm going!" I would give my life to find it I would give it all Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Catch me if I fall Edited by Achernar, June 11, 2012, 11:58 pm.
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| Lilith | June 11, 2012, 7:51 pm Post #12 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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@_@ OMG! This is more and more intriguing! |
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| MasterOfPuppets | June 13, 2012, 9:30 pm Post #13 |
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♉ Love that little man always on my mind ♑
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D: love it |
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| Achernar | July 22, 2012, 3:14 am Post #14 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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@Say: thank you n______n @Alma, thank you too :B I hope you like this chapter c: (sorry if my english is lame) ~ Where do I begin? I'll start with my name: My actual name is Jim Taylor Grove...I don't like my name, and after that incident , I started to have mixed feelings about it. It's totally different if you compare it with Clifford Lee Burton. Even if I never got used to it, my actual names give me some kind of protection. It should give me that, but it fails because my brother's name...well, I'll continue with that later. I'm 16 years old. Yes, I'm a teen again. Do you remember the guys who were with me watching that Metallica concert? They are my friends. Not a bunch of them but let me tell you they are good friends. One of them reminds me of Kirk, and as much as life is an evil trickster, he plays guitar too. I have four friends; two of them are very into metal music. One of them plays guitar (I already told you about him) The other one plays drums, he has a lot of talent and is not a dickhead about it, and sometimes I feel he underrates himself. The other one is pretty close to me, he is such a Metallica "nerd" and a geek too, he is so fucking intelligent and quiet, I think is such a shame some people bullies him for that. (In fact, we all get bullied; I guess that’s the price of being an outcast) And the last one is my journal buddy, she writes about important things, about what is lacking in this generation. I’m her photographer and we have been in some trouble too, it’s just that some people don’t like to see truth shoved in their faces. And my brother, his actual name is Clifford Alex Grove. He's 18 years old, bass player and I admire him a lot. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if he gets to remember his past life, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he had never died back then. The incident. When I was 10 years old, I had an accident when I was swimming with my family on the beach, I started drowning, and when I was running out of breath, I remembered what happened years ago. My life, and my death. How my last body was crashed twice. How I stopped breathing, and I realized my brother and I were brothers before, now it was his chance to live. You can't repeat a story, I was fading again until somebody saved me. Even if the exams said I didn't suffer any kind of brain damage, they noticed a slight change in my behaviour. I was not the same kid, I was a bit different. Teachers said I looked like an "old man in a child's body". Once I heard my brother talking with my parents, he said that something in my eyes disappeared: my innocence. I kept talking the same way I used to do, but now my words had a sharp-witted tone. I noticed I wore almost the same clothes I used to wear in my past life. I liked the same things. Jim was the same person Cliff was. They just were different versions of the same soul. I thought I would have to live with it, but it was impossible! Every single day I remembered what I lost. And what was worse was the fact my brother was (this is going to sound stupid) a Cliff-Fucking-Burton Fan. Great. Now I looked how he nailed all my basslines, they were beautiful and surprisingly I didn't feel envy. It even made me happy, however I felt a suffocating nostalgia. One day I picked up my brother's bass. My hands were slow and calm, I tried to move them faster. My hair in the air. The songs of my soul, all the efforts I made. Vanished. I was devastated with my discovery. I tried to calm down, tried to understand where I was failing. My soul was the same, but my brain followed other kinds of patterns. I took a pencil and I prayed to whosoever who ruled the universe to at least let me retain my creative skills. I wrote a simple melody. Good to know not all of my work was lost. Leaving the bass on it's stand, I listened every single string. They sounded weird but nothing important. "Don't play that bass, it's way out of tune!" My brother said in that moment. My hearing was distorted. My soul was floating in a hollow space. I went out, trying to get some sunlight and hope. I saw a squirrel on the roof of an old, abandoned house. The abandoned house was at the end of a long street heavily surrounded by electrical wiring and adevertising signs. My sight was sharp and I saw every single thing with a great amount of details. ~°~ One year later a new girl joined the school. It seemed every girl didn't want to be with her. Adam (the one who plays drums) called her. "What's your name?" He asked. "My name is Kelly" She was nervous, trying to keep all her books to herself. We talked the rest of the day. I knew what was the problem between she and the other girls. Kelly thought differently about things, too smart maybe? At least she was not alone; Adam was too kind for people and I was too strange to even have a chance at socializing. One evening we talked about our hobbies. Adam told us about his love for percussion and how much he wanted to be like his father, a drummer. Kelly told us she wanted to show the truth to every person she met, she was carrying a bag full with school supplies. "How you pretend to do that?" I was interested. "With real news!!" For first time we saw a cheerful smile in her face. "News? What if you make your own newspaper or your own magazine? we could put some cool stories!" Adam said "Yeah, but I suck at getting good photos" Kelly looked at her glue and colorful pencils "They don't have to look good, we are gonna do it for the joy of it! Don't you think so Jim?" Adam looked at me. "But it doesn't mean we can't get nice pictures...I'll be the one who's gonna do it!" I don't know what the hell was in my mind when I said that. That year I asked for a camera as my christmas gift. My parents were confused as fuck. Edited by Achernar, July 22, 2012, 4:55 am.
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| Lilith | July 23, 2012, 12:29 am Post #15 |
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OMG! Everything makes sense! ;_; Poor Cliff, remembering everything, but with another life, in which he has not the same talent. Moar!
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I loved it!
But pretty intrigued!
Of course you don't suck at that!
8:48 PM Jul 10