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From the small plateau I am standing upon the view is spectacular. Ahead of me are verdant meadows dotted with patches of snow white daisies. Small streams run along slate grey beds and wend across the meadows like silver ribbons while a variety of animals graze peacefully close by. To my left are towering black mountains who wear short capes of snow across their shoulders and at the very highest points are crowned by small fluffy clouds. Eagles fly majestically around the mountains, singing joyously to their land bound friends of the freedom and pleasure they take from flight. To my right, orchards march away as far as the eye can see and I know from past experience that fruit of all varieties will be ripe to pick on demand.
And the quiet, oh it is so peaceful here away from the bustle and noise of my everyday life. The air is so sweet and clean as I gratefully take a lungful and expel it very slowly. Here my 14 year old body is not weak and wasting away but is healthy and strong. This body allows me to run across the meadows with the animals, wander through the orchards and even clamber like a mountain goat among the lower reaches of the mountains.
I have been here many times recently and upon my first visit I was terrified. Where was I? What was I doing here? These and many other questions clashed against each other driving all coherent thought away. I had been stood in a meadow, lost and bewildered, frightened and timid. Rabbits approached me curiously and stayed close by upon realising I was no threat. Then my heart pounded harshly against my ribs as a magnificent stag approached. The bright sunlight turned his coat gold in colour and his large antlers bespoke his age and majesty. He stopped several yards from me, bowed his head in acknowledgement and then wandered away again, taking with him my sense of fear.
Now, in the distance, I spot what I have been watching for as a herd of white horses gallop towards me and I know that he is close. A small sound behind me alerts me to his presence and I turn very slowly to face him. It is a sight that never fails to lift my spirits. Standing proudly, waiting for me to approach him, is a unicorn; midnight black in colour, his coat, his hair, even his horn. The only colours to mar the blackness are the silver frosting on his hooves, which give the impression that he has been dancing in glitter, and the bluest eyes that I have ever seen, eyes that express emotion far deeper then mere words alone. Behind him I can see our destination. A huge waterfall drops, seemingly from nowhere, to the meadows below and a rainbow stretches from the plume up and over beyond my sight.
With expectant joy I jump on his back and we race the wind to the rainbow. Then we are upon it, rising high into an azure sky. At the very apex of the rainbow he stops and falls to his knees indicating that I must dismount here, which I do, which I have done on every visit so far. His eyes tell me that one day soon we will travel further together but that today is not that day and I must leave now. Tears flow freely from those beautiful eyes, glistening like pure blue diamonds, and my own tears flow as I hug his neck in goodbye, until next time.
A cacophony of voices, sirens and metallic gratings assault my hearing after the quietness of the meadows and I try to close my ears to them. The movement of the ambulance is jarring and painful to my tortured body in comparison to the smooth flowing stride of the unicorn and I can still feel the wetness of the unicorns’ tears upon my cheek, although I know he is no longer present. My weak and wasting body aches for release, screams out at me to return to the unicorn, but instead I slowly open my eyes and find them locked onto a familiar and loving face. Tears stream down her cheeks to fall softly unnoticed but she is smiling with undisguised relief.
“Hello mum” I whisper.
And the quiet, oh it is so peaceful here away from the bustle and noise of my everyday life. The air is so sweet and clean as I gratefully take a lungful and expel it very slowly. Here my 14 year old body is not weak and wasting away but is healthy and strong. This body allows me to run across the meadows with the animals, wander through the orchards and even clamber like a mountain goat among the lower reaches of the mountains.
I have been here many times recently and upon my first visit I was terrified. Where was I? What was I doing here? These and many other questions clashed against each other driving all coherent thought away. I had been stood in a meadow, lost and bewildered, frightened and timid. Rabbits approached me curiously and stayed close by upon realising I was no threat. Then my heart pounded harshly against my ribs as a magnificent stag approached. The bright sunlight turned his coat gold in colour and his large antlers bespoke his age and majesty. He stopped several yards from me, bowed his head in acknowledgement and then wandered away again, taking with him my sense of fear.
Now, in the distance, I spot what I have been watching for as a herd of white horses gallop towards me and I know that he is close. A small sound behind me alerts me to his presence and I turn very slowly to face him. It is a sight that never fails to lift my spirits. Standing proudly, waiting for me to approach him, is a unicorn; midnight black in colour, his coat, his hair, even his horn. The only colours to mar the blackness are the silver frosting on his hooves, which give the impression that he has been dancing in glitter, and the bluest eyes that I have ever seen, eyes that express emotion far deeper then mere words alone. Behind him I can see our destination. A huge waterfall drops, seemingly from nowhere, to the meadows below and a rainbow stretches from the plume up and over beyond my sight.
With expectant joy I jump on his back and we race the wind to the rainbow. Then we are upon it, rising high into an azure sky. At the very apex of the rainbow he stops and falls to his knees indicating that I must dismount here, which I do, which I have done on every visit so far. His eyes tell me that one day soon we will travel further together but that today is not that day and I must leave now. Tears flow freely from those beautiful eyes, glistening like pure blue diamonds, and my own tears flow as I hug his neck in goodbye, until next time.
A cacophony of voices, sirens and metallic gratings assault my hearing after the quietness of the meadows and I try to close my ears to them. The movement of the ambulance is jarring and painful to my tortured body in comparison to the smooth flowing stride of the unicorn and I can still feel the wetness of the unicorns’ tears upon my cheek, although I know he is no longer present. My weak and wasting body aches for release, screams out at me to return to the unicorn, but instead I slowly open my eyes and find them locked onto a familiar and loving face. Tears stream down her cheeks to fall softly unnoticed but she is smiling with undisguised relief.
“Hello mum” I whisper.
WOW i really do like this..
I liked that a lot, despite some rather laboured descriptions here and there (i.e, too much in one sentence in my opinion), but very...dreamy, for lack of a better word.
Forgot to comment on this earlier:
Yes, I liked it.
Yes, I liked it.
Since you've dragged this from the depths of the forum I've popped in to say thank you all for your nice comments.
Awesome descriptions and an overall wonderful piece.
Nice.
Very nice, actually.
A piece to be proud of.
[S]as the doctor said to the bishop
Very nice, actually.
A piece to be proud of.
[S]as the doctor said to the bishop
I found that most enjoyable Ineedsleep, Well done :D
Yes and thank you :)
Although with no mention of sex or carnage anywhere I think I need the doctor myself.
Although with no mention of sex or carnage anywhere I think I need the doctor myself.
A near-death experience? Some lovely descriptions.
From the small plateau I am standing upon the view is spectacular. Ahead of me are verdant meadows dotted with patches of snow white daisies. Small streams run along slate grey beds and wend across the meadows like silver ribbons while a variety of animals graze peacefully close by. To my left are towering black mountains who wear short capes of snow across their shoulders and at the very highest points are crowned by small fluffy clouds. Eagles fly majestically around the mountains, singing joyously to their land bound friends of the freedom and pleasure they take from flight. To my right, orchards march away as far as the eye can see and I know from past experience that fruit of all varieties will be ripe to pick on demand.
And the quiet, oh it is so peaceful here away from the bustle and noise of my everyday life. The air is so sweet and clean as I gratefully take a lungful and expel it very slowly. Here my 14 year old body is not weak and wasting away but is healthy and strong. This body allows me to run across the meadows with the animals, wander through the orchards and even clamber like a mountain goat among the lower reaches of the mountains.
I have been here many times recently and upon my first visit I was terrified. Where was I? What was I doing here? These and many other questions clashed against each other driving all coherent thought away. I had been stood in a meadow, lost and bewildered, frightened and timid. Rabbits approached me curiously and stayed close by upon realising I was no threat. Then my heart pounded harshly against my ribs as a magnificent stag approached. The bright sunlight turned his coat gold in colour and his large antlers bespoke his age and majesty. He stopped several yards from me, bowed his head in acknowledgement and then wandered away again, taking with him my sense of fear.
Now, in the distance, I spot what I have been watching for as a herd of white horses gallop towards me and I know that he is close. A small sound behind me alerts me to his presence and I turn very slowly to face him. It is a sight that never fails to lift my spirits. Standing proudly, waiting for me to approach him, is a unicorn; midnight black in colour, his coat, his hair, even his horn. The only colours to mar the blackness are the silver frosting on his hooves, which give the impression that he has been dancing in glitter, and the bluest eyes that I have ever seen, eyes that express emotion far deeper then mere words alone. Behind him I can see our destination. A huge waterfall drops, seemingly from nowhere, to the meadows below and a rainbow stretches from the plume up and over beyond my sight.
With expectant joy I jump on his back and we race the wind to the rainbow. Then we are upon it, rising high into an azure sky. At the very apex of the rainbow he stops and falls to his knees indicating that I must dismount here, which I do, which I have done on every visit so far. His eyes tell me that one day soon we will travel further together but that today is not that day and I must leave now. Tears flow freely from those beautiful eyes, glistening like pure blue diamonds, and my own tears flow as I hug his neck in goodbye, until next time.
A cacophony of voices, sirens and metallic gratings assault my hearing after the quietness of the meadows and I try to close my ears to them. The movement of the ambulance is jarring and painful to my tortured body in comparison to the smooth flowing stride of the unicorn and I can still feel the wetness of the unicorns’ tears upon my cheek, although I know he is no longer present. My weak and wasting body aches for release, screams out at me to return to the unicorn, but instead I slowly open my eyes and find them locked onto a familiar and loving face. Tears stream down her cheeks to fall softly unnoticed but she is smiling with undisguised relief.
“Hello mum” I whisper.
And the quiet, oh it is so peaceful here away from the bustle and noise of my everyday life. The air is so sweet and clean as I gratefully take a lungful and expel it very slowly. Here my 14 year old body is not weak and wasting away but is healthy and strong. This body allows me to run across the meadows with the animals, wander through the orchards and even clamber like a mountain goat among the lower reaches of the mountains.
I have been here many times recently and upon my first visit I was terrified. Where was I? What was I doing here? These and many other questions clashed against each other driving all coherent thought away. I had been stood in a meadow, lost and bewildered, frightened and timid. Rabbits approached me curiously and stayed close by upon realising I was no threat. Then my heart pounded harshly against my ribs as a magnificent stag approached. The bright sunlight turned his coat gold in colour and his large antlers bespoke his age and majesty. He stopped several yards from me, bowed his head in acknowledgement and then wandered away again, taking with him my sense of fear.
Now, in the distance, I spot what I have been watching for as a herd of white horses gallop towards me and I know that he is close. A small sound behind me alerts me to his presence and I turn very slowly to face him. It is a sight that never fails to lift my spirits. Standing proudly, waiting for me to approach him, is a unicorn; midnight black in colour, his coat, his hair, even his horn. The only colours to mar the blackness are the silver frosting on his hooves, which give the impression that he has been dancing in glitter, and the bluest eyes that I have ever seen, eyes that express emotion far deeper then mere words alone. Behind him I can see our destination. A huge waterfall drops, seemingly from nowhere, to the meadows below and a rainbow stretches from the plume up and over beyond my sight.
With expectant joy I jump on his back and we race the wind to the rainbow. Then we are upon it, rising high into an azure sky. At the very apex of the rainbow he stops and falls to his knees indicating that I must dismount here, which I do, which I have done on every visit so far. His eyes tell me that one day soon we will travel further together but that today is not that day and I must leave now. Tears flow freely from those beautiful eyes, glistening like pure blue diamonds, and my own tears flow as I hug his neck in goodbye, until next time.
A cacophony of voices, sirens and metallic gratings assault my hearing after the quietness of the meadows and I try to close my ears to them. The movement of the ambulance is jarring and painful to my tortured body in comparison to the smooth flowing stride of the unicorn and I can still feel the wetness of the unicorns’ tears upon my cheek, although I know he is no longer present. My weak and wasting body aches for release, screams out at me to return to the unicorn, but instead I slowly open my eyes and find them locked onto a familiar and loving face. Tears stream down her cheeks to fall softly unnoticed but she is smiling with undisguised relief.
“Hello mum” I whisper.