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"SSC17 - Finding Permanence"

Pawing through her belongings I gazed down upon my hand, that lump still ever present, still stretching the skin between a deep scar like a face grinning up at me with grimace. Things didn't used to be like this, once this forgotten place held the brightest of all lights, shining like a beacon in all directions, blinding those of an unpure heart and marring time to the point of a standstill.

I was in love. We were in love. A regression through time as our flower blossomed, evolved into a joint obsession, between one another flame upon flame were built to our blazing hearts. Nothing else mattered. She would reach out to me and I would fall to her bosom like the ocean sweeping me to a distant unknown. A blissful state of abundance we lived in. Reality is for those who don't have anything better.

I would wish it would never end, I would wish we could set the world ablaze. I still do in many ways, but that is lost. Why did such a fate have to befall a love of innocence? A passion spiralling to eternity, not even the brightest of lights could scold us. The sky would part for us, the flowers smile; the sound of a distance stream locked in melancholy would flow through our being.

Then she broke away. Drifted away to a sea of murky waters and I was left, alone and shattered, our love now scattered. Torrid rains could not distort my need for you, you would my only legs to stand on, I could fly away under your wings. To wake and not meet your eyes, a tear would stain the once perfect white I sleep under, now trapped beneath the shadows of darkness. To feel your touch, to see your face, you are now but the sunshine behind the mountain.

All you left was a small stone, glinting like your happiness once did. A diamond, perfect in shape, beautiful but blunt. I clutched for hours as the diamond turned to red, driving into my skin, and still it sits, a final reminder of what we once had.

Just a lump of our love, the ashes of a great fire that would never end.

A nice piece of poetic prose. Darkly colorful and forlorn imagery. The diamond in the palm used the theme pretty well. A bit mushy, but I like the writing style.

I would bet the same amount as I'd bet that I'd won this short story (17), but I'm not going to tell any of you how much that is...(not much)

Paradox: wrote:
> Ah right, where you get it from?

Just realised the lyric is 'you could be the sunshine falling over the mountain', so that means my use of it is original. :D

shush

I thought you said you'd given up gambling, Steve?

How much are you willing to bet on that?

Nice work-By the way, no one on this forum is female are they? That was a complete guess but I know I'm right anyway.

Song I was listening to at the time. Just thought it sounded good so put it in. :D

Ah right, where you get it from?

Cheers.

I kinda stole the 'sunshine behind the mountain' thing, but I used it in a completely different context.

*runs*

Be careful how you use the word fate.

In the context of love it tends to mean "what was meant to be" which cues the corny violing music and such.


I liked the "sunshine behind the mountain" metaphor. Very well formed.


I liked this piece.