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Katerie Member
since 2006-01-27
Posts 92Central New York |
Consciousness had become an illusion, dream mixing with reality to create a bizarre motion picture, riddled with nurses cascading, phantom in nature, past my bedposts, capped with large metal spheres, occasionally finding themselves dancing, spinning anxiously beneath the florescent lights. Pollution, though not of any tangible sort, hindered awareness, to a more conventional dreamlike state. Amidst the unfamiliarity, I recognized everything. By themselves, the trees would have been, of course, fortunate landmarks placed meticulously in the once young earth, perhaps for shade, or rarely, on aesthetic terms, and the slides, and other miscellaneous playthings scattered across the freshly mowed lawns may have simply been novelties- like the motorcycle, propped upright on its industrial strength kick stand, belonging to the lone pizza chef, whose fiancée, alone no mater the circumstances recently nearly gave breech-birth to their lone daughter, still not much larger than was imagined the day she arrived home. Altogether, though, the combination was eerie, and after a few seconds, quite unwanted. I brought myself to look upon the spectacle, in which vicinity I found a figure no more than two feet tall, reaching a short, thin arm- how fragile life is!- for something which resided in the general area of her father's face. He grinned sheepishly, in all his mulled-clad glory, and held a strong dark finger out as an alternative, proving just as interesting as what may have been his nose, or eyelashes perhaps. The wind moved amiably the thick, and lurid atmosphere, which made being not more difficult, but closer, and more intimate, as the man pressed upward from the incredibly dry, yet somehow beautifully live grass, spotted with dandelions, and other unwanted, and invasive pests. With him he brought the girl, stumbling more upon his oddly proportioned legs than she, at eleven months old, had managed to. Making positive to hold her steady, he wheeled around so that he was in front of her, grasping now both tiny hands in his large, callused ones, and began walking, though it could hardly be classified as such, slowly backwards over the irregular slate sidewalks. She tripped and swayed with each makeshift step, moving only an inch or so respectively. When out of these steps, the last few had proven satisfactory, one hand was released, and then the other, and within fractions of a second, at the most two, she toppled, somehow gracefully to the hard, yet forgiving ground. Taken by surprise every time, her father bent over quickly, and whisked her into his arms, as if he were saving her from some sort of immediate danger. He held her there for a few seconds, always whispering his high pitched apologies, and occasionally spinning her in a tight circle before relinquishing his grasp, and beginning the cycle again, as if he were a child, with an insatiable desire to mount the carousel time after time, no matter how many quarters it cost. Time seemed to elapse in this dream, and I wondered, though I knew not how, whether I had really been in a state such as this for as long as it felt- what I believe to be a period of several days. Weather changed sporadically, cars came and went, but they found sanctuary out of doors, and did not fail to reappear, as faithfully as if it were a scheduled performance, which paid more than the father had seen in a lifetime. Then on a morning, overcast and chilly, this charade reached the point where everything within it seemed routine for me, to watch their every movement- skin, and rubber soles of sneakers alike- and I anticipated each trip, each stumble, each frustrating and exasperating "leap of faith," almost as if I had become a part of it, and through doing so, knew all that did happen, was happening, and was bound to happen for the next one-hundred eons or so, as long as everything continued as was. However, as so many things had proven to me in the years of my life before I lay dreaming so obliviously in the room of soothing sea foam green and white, nothing was as predictable as this had been. To my surprise, dismay even, a thousand different versions of this landscape established themselves, in a seemingly illogical and completely random order, and began showing themselves to me, and to the world, at a rather steady pace. As I glared at the life sized screen, my breathing became heavy, and labored, and as the pattern of my respiration quickened, the slides did the same. They move spitefully quickly, also, to my deteriorating eye, gaining volume and velocity, until I felt as if I were the size of the girl herself. Suddenly, they stopped, with a painful and extreme silence. And she was on her feet, careening past all she knew, growing older with each step until, when she had finally perfected what it was she was aiming for, the most civilized of upright locomotion, a universal collapse of all matter took its length, unlimited, and stretched itself around everything there was to cover; all things tangible, idealistic, and imagined. When finally, darkness had found itself a permanent home, the pictures had disappeared, torn to shreds, and my mind had ceased to linger on such matters as the girl and her father in the scene which was so familiar to me, and the house which was, to think upon it a moment, my own threshold, without a doubt. A sensation of everlasting warmth overcame me, sweeping what sense I had away with its fluid-like nature. I, finally and exhaustedly satisfied, allowed myself to melt with it, teaming with spirit, and with inanimate object equally, and fell into what I recognize only as some sort of equilateral oblivion, blind sided by life, and enormously disoriented in what I thought to be the lost, the open, and the empty; what was really the epitome of what I'd aimed so inaccurately for the entirety of my wasted, yet so thoroughly fulfilled length of existence. [This message has been edited by Katerie (06-05-2006 05:58 PM).] |
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poise_and_rationality Junior Member
since 2006-05-06
Posts 46my mind |
wow it's really good....hope you get the grade you wanted.....what evr grade you get i'm sure it'll be a deserved one lol xxx Par |
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Katerie Member
since 2006-01-27
Posts 92Central New York |
I actually recieved a 98, which surprised me because there was a second part that we had two days to write, but I had to restart the second day and finished two days early. Blegh. But yes. Thanks- I'm glad you enjoyed it. |
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