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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 22 2010, 10:09 PM (169 Views) | |
| Keys | Oct 22 2010, 10:09 PM Post #1 |
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I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me People live in their own worlds. Obviously there is something better that the mind can create if daydreams so often interrupt reality. Kadriel was just like any other boy, head stuck in the clouds and wandering attentions. No one was anything more than a little frustrated at times. It never occurred to them to be concerned - at least not until he turned eighteen. There was a huge argument with his parents that night, nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage boy and his parents. Kadriel stormed out into the night, but as he joined his peers, he found little warm welcome. They were all trashed that night, slaves to alcohol. The young man felt from them separate and distant. He hated the world he was born in to. They found him two days later, unconscious and looking to have fallen from a low bridge into the trickling creek below. Kadriel has been asleep for the past three years. Don’t say I’m out of touch With this rampant chaos - your reality I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge The nightmare I built my own world to escape In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me The world is often more than it seems to be. Lurking in the shadows of reality are the diamonds, the kind that could blind people with their brilliance if they were to take a moment to notice. Naomi has always had a certain insight about people. She has always been able to read those around her like a book, to see those emotions hidden, to hear the words never spoken. It doesn't matter how she responds to it. She could pass it off with cool contempt, or she could offer up the warm words they need to hear. It makes no difference to the world about her. For all her special gifts and insight, Naomi lives alone, all but immediately forgotten by those that meet her - despite whatever she may do for or to them. All of her life, Naomi has been invisible. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me Kadriel is not dead. He is living his life, but in a world of his own head. This is a fantastic world, one with fantastical creatures and happenings. Naomi has discovered this strange recurring dream. At least, she thought it was a dream the first few times. She found herself wandering a brilliant world of imagining, watching a man. She doesn't know him, but in this sleeping world she finds that certain things come to her - even more than in real life. Time is winding down. The body can only sleep for so long before it withers and dies. Kadriel has to wake up, but he can't. He doesn't even know that he's dreaming right now - this is his reality. There is something in this world that he must do, some unfinished business. Tonight, while she sleeps, Naomi will return again, just as she always does. She walks this world always and only while she slumbers, living her life as normal when awake. But tonight, for the first time, she will take on a full tangible form. She will have her first opportunity to actually meet this man. Will she help Kadriel? Or will she be caught up by the fact that someone actually sees her? What about Kadriel? Isn't the greatest story of a dying man? Will he be able to believe it, to grasp this reality as imagined in time? Or will he fall prey to the dangers of this world, the ones that he in theory should be able to change? ~Today started like most other days. Kadriel was sitting by a fire, trying to warm himself from the chill left behind by the dew.~ |
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| Keys | Oct 22 2010, 10:11 PM Post #2 |
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((I would like to take this moment to point out that I don't expect you to play any of these games. I just scribbled them down on notebook paper while I was at school today -Yes, I was that bored- and then I decided to post them. This is really just me showing you that I can cause mayhem even without my graphics editor.)) |
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