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Dana & Konrad
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Dana & Konrad |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Dana & Konrad Dana’s voice sounded ancient, appealing, but distant, coming slowly to him as if it, and she, were surrounded in auburn tresses, with liquid pools of warm chocolate looking down at him, what was his name, Konrad? asking, come back to me. Konrad braced for the spike of fire, but all he could hear was the trembling, deep flutter of Dana’s voice, come back to me. His mind pried with the thought of opening his eyes, but a weight threatened a spill of sand, or so it felt, though his mind reached toward Dana… funny, all he could see was her in his wasteland of a mind, but there she was, slender, tall, beckoning, come back to me. His eyelids were heavy, but slowly, a feeling of liquid gold ran down his throat, burning his stomach, slow warm retch building deep down inside, then he watched as she turned, as she walked off into a wasteland now turned green, she rounded an outcrop of rock, looked back again, waved, she was clutching something in her hand, brandishing it at him, motioning him to follow, to track her, like they used to do… he crunched through tall grass, multicolored red, gone gold, paled to yellow leaves underfoot, some bronzed in time, then walked for awhile, though his limbs felt slogged in wet, so that when some type of forest drew ahead of him, then, overhead, shadows began falling, and somewhere way off, he could hear their waterfall, clearly, the one they had swum in, the one where they had made promises, somewhere, far off, he could smell Dana, Dana, his soft rock… Where had she gone? He looked up, as leaves began to fall from high trees overhead, tall musty smelling trees, smelling of gray, smelling of death, worse than autumn’s lifeless hold, stinking of retch, and far off, he could hear Dana’s ancient, shimmering voice, calling, Come home to me. He looked up once again, as a pale sun faded behind growing hoary ice-filled billows of leaves, falling, each becoming larger, filled with typeface, filled with words, filled with news . . . dead is dead. Konrad screamed, Sitting straight up on the spit and lust stuffed bed, acrid scents filling his nostrils, and held his splitting head, then fell back, his arms flailing, his right hand falling upon the certificate on the side table, and he clutched it, scrunching it into a cruel twist, dead was dead, why wouldn’t he die? [This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-13-2003 06:41 AM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I see you still tease in the slow unwrap of your tale... this layer seemed as if it was recycled gift wrap, crinkled beauty .... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Cpat, is that approval, or impatience?  ... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling) appreciation of the art... Impatience with the author... ( laughing) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
ok...found it...why ya wanna mess with a moth before shes had her tea???  thats some dream... me thinks Old Konnie needs to stay away from the liquid gold *L*digging the imagery here me dear.... as for the tease? its time to appease. *L* how much patience can ya expect from a moth??  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oooh yes..."Come back to me...." Yes!! Smiling at you....and loving this!!! May we have more please? Perhaps? ~Morning and thank you for this..it's as though I have heard or remember those words from somewhere...  ~~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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winston Member
since 2002-12-19
Posts 204NW of Eden |
You know Sunshine, I was trying to think of a word, but I can't, so I'll just say that I have relished reading it. Thanks. It's amazing I won. I was running against peace, prosperity, & incumbency. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'dead was dead, why wouldn’t he die?' Because Kari has to finish THIS story first!  |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Wowser Karilea. M xx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change. |
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