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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
I just read a suggestion Justin Thyme had to start another thread like the one in Fiction Workshop, and Ron's idea to start it in the Prose Forum. So even though Im not very good at stprywriting, and even worse at fiction, I thought it was fun and thought Id start this here in prose.  --------------------------- On this spooky night in October, I am walking through a bad part of town. The wind is howling, and leaves are crackling under my feet with each step. I try to rush home, contemplating the Systematic Decay of this city.... it is indeed sad when one has to be frightened to walk the streets of their own town. I check my watch. If I hurry, I might make it home Justin Thyme so mother doesn't ground me. But Justin Kace, I break into a run...and keep running until I collide with a dark figure in front of me. I look up, and to my amazement I see..... ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
COOL SYS......MORE !!! Jenny |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Jenny, take a peek in the Fiction workshop...there was a sort of ongoing story. That's what I hope this will become. ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Darkness rising up in front of me, seeping into being with the gloaming gathered from the menacing shadows. Staring I Seymour than I ever wanted to know existed. The Moonshine falls across an emptiness that swallows even that wholesome light, leaving behind what seems a pit in the fabric of night itself. That is Justin Conceivable to my tired mind. I wonder who this Dark Angel can be and what it wants of me. I fear to know what needs it seeks to Satiate. I look at my watch to find it stopped, as though this spirit was time's own Master. A song pours from it, a sweet melody played by a vengeful Balladeer that whispers of sweet Oblivion and it's peace. It reaches for me with a boiling tendril of ebony mist that... ------------------ Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© [This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 10-17-1999).] |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Curls decievingly about my head, and is then gone. Replaced by it is a man. He extends his hand towards me to help me up. "Quite sorry, Miss, if I frightened you. Are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I said breathlessly, "But I'm in a hurry, so I must be going.." "Well," He said, "My car is parked just over here, do you need a ride?" It was on the tip of my tongue to politely say, no thanks and head on my hurried way home, but when i looked at him, he seemed completely harmless. He had almost an inner peace, of sorts, radiating from him. Although I knew better, my betraying tongue lifted, my deceiving mouth opened, and I replied,"Why, thanks so much, sir," and followed him to his car, a blue family sedan sort of car. When I climbed in, I felt even more at ease. The car wasn't too cluttered, but had the broken in look that only a car with kids that rode in it would have. There was a Barbie doll and a few toy cars laying on the floor, along with some Happy Meal wrappers. He's just a dad and husband, just like any other. That thought comforted me too. Anyway, even if he was a wierdo, I probably had a better chance of getting home with him than if I were to continue walking through this neighboorhood. He climbed in the driver's side, and asked where I lived. I told him, and he said. "Oh, I know right where that is. By the way, my name is....." ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Andrew Scott. Again I am sorry for knocking you off your feet like that." I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. I had heard of this Scott fellow. He had a wife and a family and was prominate in the community. As I relaxed in the comfort of the car I felt something change. The feeling again became dark and haunting. I opened one eye slowly Justin Kase the feeling was right. What I beheld froze me to the core. Instead of Andrew driving there was an odd form surrounded by mist and tattered clothing. "WWWWho are you?" I managed to stammer through chattering teeth..... [This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 10-17-1999).] |
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suicidal dreams Member
since 1999-09-28
Posts 343Toledo Ohio USA |
"Me I am the one who brings systematic decay to your life,I am the suicidal dream" He leans over to me.His hot acidic breath burns the flesh." Now child didnt you ever listen to your parents."He knows, he knows i have not been the good daughter i should have been."No i didnt follow my parents advice, and what does it matter to you deamon.""Why do you call me deamon.I am the one who will return you to safety." As I get a better look through the shroud before this figure i realize....... ------------------ life is short kill quick |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
I am surrounded by several more figures. Inside the car, it has become quite crowded. The thing that was once Andrew has now pulled the car over to the edge of the sidewalk. "Out," it speaks, a voice low and deep like the rumbling of an earthquake. "But...but..." I stammer, gazing outside the window. Beyond the sidewalk, the pitch black of night lends me a feeling of blindness. There is nothing past the small strip of concrete. Even the headlights from the car sheds no light on what lies ahead. "Out," the voice repeats, then is echoed by more voices from behind me. They are high pitched and squealing as if in pain. I briefly consider arguing, but the emptiness of the dark night is much more alluring than the threat of the demons who ride in the car. So I open the door and step a foot out... |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
and the door shuts softly behind me. It drove slowly on as if on wings. No engine could be heard. Just a slight whisper as it pulled away. I was left in total darkness and could see nothing. No moon, no stars, nothing. I turned to look back in the direction of whence I came but there was nothing there. I decided to try to walk back. Maybe something was over a hill that I didn't notice in my terror. I took a step and froze. Something, someone was behind me. I could feel cold tendrils of breath on my neck. I turned slowly, but could see nothing but total inky black night. "Is someone there", I squeaked. Again, I could feel icy breath. I turned back and decided to walk slowly away. I couldn't think and my mind was getting foggy. I thought maybe I was suffering from sort of weird hallucination because of the cold. One step, two step, three steps, I gained momentum until I could feel myself running. When I stopped, I realized... ------------------ If you love me like music, I'll be your song. ~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie [This message has been edited by WildChild (edited 10-17-1999).] [This message has been edited by WildChild (edited 10-17-1999).] |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
that I had never left the presence of that figure formed of shadow. With a bare flicker of motion he cast his Darkness across my eyes, turning them inward, leaving me to gaze at myself with the perfect clarity of evil. Unable to avoid looking at every doubt and evil deed I have done, I find myself slipping further into the seductive embrace of evil. Slowly, I reach out to take the noncorporeal hand of... ------------------ Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© [This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 10-17-1999).] |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
the Dark lord himself, Micheal. As my fingers touched the form it turned to flesh. I could not help but stare in the face of the Dark Lord. His features were clear one moment then suddenly changing. Once Micheal's face was now Balladeer. My mind tried to make sense of this, grasp something that might give me some insight. Nothing was tangable but the fear. My heart raced as I moved, led by what once was Balladeer but now had more of a dream like quality. An Evil Dream. My feet continued to move in the direction I was being led. As I looked forward I saw....... [This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 10-18-1999).] [This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 10-18-1999).] |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
A stage appear in the darkness. I was being led onto it by the being that was for now Balladeer. Beyond the stage was a milling crowd. They appeared to be....The poets from Passions????? Each had a name tag...In the front I could make out Toerag, who was entertaining a small group that included Nocht and Hoot. Justin Thyme's tag read Leonardo, and he was running from Nurse Cratchet. DreamEvil was lurking in a dark corner, and Christopher was seen following Poet deVine about. There were hundreds of Unknown Poets that were too far back for me to read their tags. Balladeer oredered me to sit down on a chair. Magically, the chair's arms wrapped around me, trapping me. "Order, oder," Balladeer yelled. What? Was I on trial? Had I broken an unspoken law here at Passions? I looked up at Balladeer, who was wearing a judges robe, and after what seemed to be hours he said......... ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
"My child", with stern eyes. "You seem to have made a faux pas. You have come to this forum with hopes of making a difference." His eyes seemed to glow like flickering embers. "Now tell me the truth. From deep in your heart do you feel you have contributed your best to this community? Do you think that you have made a difference in anyone's outlook on life?" His face softened for a moment. "Would you like representation? Someone to advocate for you?" His face was changing slowly to something I didn't recognize. Out of the corner of my eye I could see other poets pressing closer to robe-clad figure that was no longer Balladeer, but becoming something much more sinister. I felt closed in and almost oppressed and saw Toerag waving his arms about frantically. He was yelling something about wanting to advocate for me and hoot and Justin Kace were cheering him on in this endeavor. I could make out Poet Femme Fatale and Michael huddled in a corner to the left of me and they were whispering in conspiratorial tones. Though I could not make out the words it seemed to be a rather ominous sign. I looked back at the judge, who was no longer Balladeer, but had morphed into Justin Sayne. My heart sank for I knew.... ------------------ If you love me like music, I'll be your song. ~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
my fate was sealed. Only a miricle could save me now. I asked for a few moments to confer with Toerag. I NEEDED a defense but to what? I had to kick start my brain. Difference....how did I make a diiference in this forum? Ohhhh to think. That would be a blessing right now. Justin Sane rapped his gavel. My request was denied and the trial was to commence. Balladeer, who now sat at the prosecution table was to read the charges and make an opening statement. My blood ran cold. This man who spoke so elequintly was going to bury me. What was my fate to be? Who would speak in my defense? WhtDove and hoot_owl as well as dsnyder sat behind Toerag and the defense table. Would they be my hope? Balladeer rose and began to speak...."You have been charged with..... |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
CRASH! The sound came out of nowhere, cutting Balladeer off abruptly. Everyone looked around to see what had happened, while Justin Sayne swatted at invisible flies. After a moment or two, everyone saw the cause of the commotion. Nocht, JennyLee, Pepper, suicidal dreams, several Justins, Satiate, and ONE FLEW OVER, were in the back fighting over.....MILK DUDS????? They stopped moving, and looked guiltily at all the angry poets. Out of nowhere, Justin Kace yelled, "WAR!!!!!!" With that, everyone who had been fighting over the milk duds started hurling them forward into the raging mass. I could hear the Echos of Rhayning Milk Duds, and then Toerag said, "Oh boy, now we'll NEVER win this case! C'mon, lets take our services elsewhere, yanno?" And with that, Toe, dsnyder, Whtdove, and hoot vanished into thin air. Balladeer smirked confidently. With an incompetent judge and my defense gone, how could he possibly lose the case? Meanwhile, the entire place was in an uproar. Everyone was flinging Milk Duds, but for a few poets. DreamEvil continued to lurk menacinlgy in the corner. Justin Thyme was holding a ruler like a paintbrush and making invisible strokes on the wall. Nurse Crachet was trying to sneak up on Justin Thyme. And Brad, amazingly, was asleep through it all, muttering something about iambic meter in his slumber. I was on the verge of raw panic when all of a sudden...... ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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Justin Consistant Junior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 10my mind creates the place |
nurse Crachet fell to her knees in pain, Justin Sayne turned around and yelled hooray. Now all of a sudden ONE FLEW OVER laughed out loudly trying to say she ate the phoney milk dud. A crowd gathered around her not knowing what to do. What was so phoney about this milk dud? They tried to get it out of ONE FLEW OVER, but he was just Rolling on the floor practically having convulsions. Everyone was screaming at each other for not aiding to the nurse, when in through the door walked.... |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Ron. Everyone was silenced, even the delerious Justin Sayne. Mouths agape nearly all the poets just stared quietly, except for DreamEvil, who merely glanced up at Ron with only the slightest interest, and then returned to staring at nothingness, while Poet deVine smiled sweetly at him. Someone kicked Brad and he rose grudgingly from his slumber, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Ron took one deliberate step into the room, and then another. His footfalls echoed ominously. He had a look of disbelief and absolute shock on his face..he looked absolutely dumbfounded. He looked at ONE FLEW, who was still rolling about on the floor, and at Balladeer, who was nervously shuffling papers in his hands. He shook his head numbly all the while. Scanning the room, it was now Ron's turn stand, wide-eyed, mouth agape. the entire room was in dissarray. Chairs scattered everywhere, the people of Passions with their hair mussed and clothes wrinkled...and the milk duds....it was just a disaster. Finally his eyes came to rest on me. the look of shock that had been his expression before now turned into a downcast dissapointed look. Finally, he spoke. "Is this what we have come to?" he asked sadly. "To the point where one of the poets here is put on trial for trying to 'make a difference?' What have we come to?" And everyone in the room bowed their heads in shame, for Ron, he had given Passions life. And we had disgraced it. Then, out of nowhere, the silent DreamEvil that had graced the dismal corner for so long leapt to his feet. He seemed to be feverish with life, and this new charisma drew everyone's attention. He opened his mouth, and..... ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
nothing was heard. His mouth was moving but not a word was heard. This one who speach is as elequant could not find his voice. His body quivered with the effort to find speach, then suddenly stopped and glared at ONE FLEW. It must have been something in the MILKDUDS! Ron continued forward and extended his hand to me. I took the hand and decended from the "Hot Seat". My heart was light, Ron was my salvation! In a small voice I whispered. "I just wanted to share my soul, my words of hope." Very slowly we walked through the hoard. Justin Sane ran towards towards us arms flailing around, his words incoherent. It was easy to see that he didn't like this "FUN" to end. Suddenly, guards from the "stute" surrounded Justin Sane and dragged him back to the institute. All heads were still hung in shame as we approached the door. I could not take that step through the door without saying something to my fellow poets. Slowly I turned and softly to them all I said..... |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
"We have ALL made a difference here. Each of us in their own way has made a difference to someone. Whether it be in the words painted of darkness or light, of sorrow or love, of comedy or tragedy....we each have done our best to make a difference. Even if it is just to one's self." Poets were looking strangely at me and I went on a little more bravely. " Whenever you put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard...you start something that takes on a life of it's own. Sometimes the words fall in such disarray and you have to go back and fix the meter or the rhyme or something but it still retains its essence. It is important to all of us to be read and accepted for who we are. Since it takes on its own life it will find the way to make a difference." Slowly I turned back towards the door and grasping tightly to Ron's hand I could feel eyes boring into my back and heard whispers saying.... ------------------ If you love me like music, I'll be your song. ~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie |
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Justin Consistant Junior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 10my mind creates the place |
something very softly, then it began getting louder I couldn't believe my ears were hearing this, "For they're jolly good people which nobody can deny." Over and over they repeated the chant. Then everyone started clapping it was so wild. Then ONE FLEW came front and center and with tears streaming down his face he spoke of being recognized, of being considered a talented person, an honor that he felt he never deserved cause nobody ever noticed him until now... [This message has been edited by Justin Consistant (edited 10-27-1999).] |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
and he realized that, he too, was a part of something so fantastically wonderful, so incredibly beautiful. He started to sing in a voice that sounded like the purest tones of love and ecstacy. He was so overcome with his emotion and others began to follow his lead. The voices blended and harmonized into a melodious whole and became stronger and more vibrant with each note. I stood amazed, in awe of this coming together of poets. Everyone was smiling through their tears of elation and then Ron lifted my hand and it became eerily quiet. In a soft voice he said " Thank you. This is what a family should be." Then in a mockingly stern voice he said harshly, "Now, it's time to get back to work. You think those forums are going to write themselves?" With a chuckle he said to me "Okay kid, you're on your own. Run with it!" Then he was gone. I don't know how I got home or when, but I awoke in my bed rested and confident of my ability to write. I logged on my computer and I felt something really funny, like deja vu when I read these words at my favorite poetry site called Passions in Poetry........... On this spooky night in October, I am walking.... ------------------ If you love me like music, I'll be your song. ~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie |
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