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He woke up in front of an intense, smiley, know-it-all face that was surveying his reaction. He didn’t know where he was but for some strange reason he felt safe. Questions in his head orbited his brain. They all wanted to be answered first and spoken out loud so that it escaped his cursed thought-pool. Rings of sober clouds were encircling him, going up and down. Deep ripples in its opaque surface were oscillating and summoning the blood to his brain because movement is unacceptable in this sacred place. The carbon in his life essence was chemically in awe of the surrounding biophysical differences that he had an urge to be obliged for. Still the face in front of him gazed encouragingly.
The walls were not made of brick or stone. They had memory, they could relate to him and apply its fundamental rules to his structure. They were organic building blocks but looked like slabs of green tongue. He started breathing in sync with the walls and each gulp of purified air cleansed his thoughts. As he inhaled with the wall he tilted back and saw a pair of lungs hanging gloriously from the ceiling.
Lungs go in. Light shades.
Lungs go out. Light emits.
A second chance glance to the far left corner of the square room showed space, space that no light could ever surface. There was a floating model of space in the corner. Was it even a model? The modest voice in his head said. It looked like a black replica cloud of space but some hidden knowledge particle in the room signaled that this was no model.
His eyes slanted to the far right corner of the room were he saw a jar containing him, his family and anyone that he’d ever came into contact with, on the desk. The rational green bubble in his brain tried alarming but the floor and walls continued to sway like some blissful barge on cloudy soothing waters, keeping the on-edge bubble inaudible.
If he was outside space, then what’s outside that window? Another thought-egg was hatched by the brain-chicken. But as if magically listening, the face and it’s body (the figure suddenly grew body parts as if invisible ink shed his torso and limbs) flashed and appeared in front of the window blocking his view.
The figure, whose body parts and facial features continued to change every second as to disguise its real identity, gave a wry smile…or seven as it lasted quiet a while ! .
Its two hands emerged with two plates.
One plate contained:
A tie
Academic achievements
A Newspaper
The omni-figure continued to float in front of the window and pulled an approving, mature face toward this plate.
The other plate contained:
A smashed alarm clock
A grain of sand
A drug cocktail
The figure then held this plate away from its face as though it had a rancid smell.
He looked longingly at the first one as it sparkled at him. Everything he ever wanted to be when he was older.
The second plate went brown with bitterness. All that he wanted now that he was older.
The taboo decision was final. It echoed everywhere. The walls began to breath aggressively and the cloud around his head began striking lightning.
The figure pulled a final respectful smile before fading into the superfrequency of its own world.
He however drifted into space and drained back into the metropolis.
The walls were not made of brick or stone. They had memory, they could relate to him and apply its fundamental rules to his structure. They were organic building blocks but looked like slabs of green tongue. He started breathing in sync with the walls and each gulp of purified air cleansed his thoughts. As he inhaled with the wall he tilted back and saw a pair of lungs hanging gloriously from the ceiling.
Lungs go in. Light shades.
Lungs go out. Light emits.
A second chance glance to the far left corner of the square room showed space, space that no light could ever surface. There was a floating model of space in the corner. Was it even a model? The modest voice in his head said. It looked like a black replica cloud of space but some hidden knowledge particle in the room signaled that this was no model.
His eyes slanted to the far right corner of the room were he saw a jar containing him, his family and anyone that he’d ever came into contact with, on the desk. The rational green bubble in his brain tried alarming but the floor and walls continued to sway like some blissful barge on cloudy soothing waters, keeping the on-edge bubble inaudible.
If he was outside space, then what’s outside that window? Another thought-egg was hatched by the brain-chicken. But as if magically listening, the face and it’s body (the figure suddenly grew body parts as if invisible ink shed his torso and limbs) flashed and appeared in front of the window blocking his view.
The figure, whose body parts and facial features continued to change every second as to disguise its real identity, gave a wry smile…or seven as it lasted quiet a while ! .
Its two hands emerged with two plates.
One plate contained:
A tie
Academic achievements
A Newspaper
The omni-figure continued to float in front of the window and pulled an approving, mature face toward this plate.
The other plate contained:
A smashed alarm clock
A grain of sand
A drug cocktail
The figure then held this plate away from its face as though it had a rancid smell.
He looked longingly at the first one as it sparkled at him. Everything he ever wanted to be when he was older.
The second plate went brown with bitterness. All that he wanted now that he was older.
The taboo decision was final. It echoed everywhere. The walls began to breath aggressively and the cloud around his head began striking lightning.
The figure pulled a final respectful smile before fading into the superfrequency of its own world.
He however drifted into space and drained back into the metropolis.
Yeah it was.
What am I agreeing to again?
What am I agreeing to again?
"Another thought-egg was hatched by the brain-chicken."
Heh. Very nice. :-)
Heh. Very nice. :-)
Deal.
And read Between the Walls as well. If you haven't already.
Because it's better.
yey
And read Between the Walls as well. If you haven't already.
Because it's better.
yey
I'll read yours if you read mine.
I was talking to by rim-buddy.
He's still got to read one more of mine. I need to feel wanted, you see.
He's still got to read one more of mine. I need to feel wanted, you see.
That one would be which?
Meka's? I've not read it yet, but I will tonight.
Oh, and give the rimming a rest you two.
Meka's? I've not read it yet, but I will tonight.
Oh, and give the rimming a rest you two.
See, I was going to read all the other SSC12 entries now.
But after this, there's really not much point. yey
1 withstanding.
But after this, there's really not much point. yey
1 withstanding.
He woke up in front of an intense, smiley, know-it-all face that was surveying his reaction. He didn’t know where he was but for some strange reason he felt safe. Questions in his head orbited his brain. They all wanted to be answered first and spoken out loud so that it escaped his cursed thought-pool. Rings of sober clouds were encircling him, going up and down. Deep ripples in its opaque surface were oscillating and summoning the blood to his brain because movement is unacceptable in this sacred place. The carbon in his life essence was chemically in awe of the surrounding biophysical differences that he had an urge to be obliged for. Still the face in front of him gazed encouragingly.
The walls were not made of brick or stone. They had memory, they could relate to him and apply its fundamental rules to his structure. They were organic building blocks but looked like slabs of green tongue. He started breathing in sync with the walls and each gulp of purified air cleansed his thoughts. As he inhaled with the wall he tilted back and saw a pair of lungs hanging gloriously from the ceiling.
Lungs go in. Light shades.
Lungs go out. Light emits.
A second chance glance to the far left corner of the square room showed space, space that no light could ever surface. There was a floating model of space in the corner. Was it even a model? The modest voice in his head said. It looked like a black replica cloud of space but some hidden knowledge particle in the room signaled that this was no model.
His eyes slanted to the far right corner of the room were he saw a jar containing him, his family and anyone that he’d ever came into contact with, on the desk. The rational green bubble in his brain tried alarming but the floor and walls continued to sway like some blissful barge on cloudy soothing waters, keeping the on-edge bubble inaudible.
If he was outside space, then what’s outside that window? Another thought-egg was hatched by the brain-chicken. But as if magically listening, the face and it’s body (the figure suddenly grew body parts as if invisible ink shed his torso and limbs) flashed and appeared in front of the window blocking his view.
The figure, whose body parts and facial features continued to change every second as to disguise its real identity, gave a wry smile…or seven as it lasted quiet a while ! .
Its two hands emerged with two plates.
One plate contained:
A tie
Academic achievements
A Newspaper
The omni-figure continued to float in front of the window and pulled an approving, mature face toward this plate.
The other plate contained:
A smashed alarm clock
A grain of sand
A drug cocktail
The figure then held this plate away from its face as though it had a rancid smell.
He looked longingly at the first one as it sparkled at him. Everything he ever wanted to be when he was older.
The second plate went brown with bitterness. All that he wanted now that he was older.
The taboo decision was final. It echoed everywhere. The walls began to breath aggressively and the cloud around his head began striking lightning.
The figure pulled a final respectful smile before fading into the superfrequency of its own world.
He however drifted into space and drained back into the metropolis.
The walls were not made of brick or stone. They had memory, they could relate to him and apply its fundamental rules to his structure. They were organic building blocks but looked like slabs of green tongue. He started breathing in sync with the walls and each gulp of purified air cleansed his thoughts. As he inhaled with the wall he tilted back and saw a pair of lungs hanging gloriously from the ceiling.
Lungs go in. Light shades.
Lungs go out. Light emits.
A second chance glance to the far left corner of the square room showed space, space that no light could ever surface. There was a floating model of space in the corner. Was it even a model? The modest voice in his head said. It looked like a black replica cloud of space but some hidden knowledge particle in the room signaled that this was no model.
His eyes slanted to the far right corner of the room were he saw a jar containing him, his family and anyone that he’d ever came into contact with, on the desk. The rational green bubble in his brain tried alarming but the floor and walls continued to sway like some blissful barge on cloudy soothing waters, keeping the on-edge bubble inaudible.
If he was outside space, then what’s outside that window? Another thought-egg was hatched by the brain-chicken. But as if magically listening, the face and it’s body (the figure suddenly grew body parts as if invisible ink shed his torso and limbs) flashed and appeared in front of the window blocking his view.
The figure, whose body parts and facial features continued to change every second as to disguise its real identity, gave a wry smile…or seven as it lasted quiet a while ! .
Its two hands emerged with two plates.
One plate contained:
A tie
Academic achievements
A Newspaper
The omni-figure continued to float in front of the window and pulled an approving, mature face toward this plate.
The other plate contained:
A smashed alarm clock
A grain of sand
A drug cocktail
The figure then held this plate away from its face as though it had a rancid smell.
He looked longingly at the first one as it sparkled at him. Everything he ever wanted to be when he was older.
The second plate went brown with bitterness. All that he wanted now that he was older.
The taboo decision was final. It echoed everywhere. The walls began to breath aggressively and the cloud around his head began striking lightning.
The figure pulled a final respectful smile before fading into the superfrequency of its own world.
He however drifted into space and drained back into the metropolis.