Rahsash Geldich Posted July 17, 2002 Report Posted July 17, 2002 The sky crackled with purple lightning in a slate grey sky that hung low on the lone form. It was curled in a desert of nothingness, the ground cracked as a lakebed gone dry and a blue-flecked red clay. The form rolled over, proving to be humanoid in form, and sat up. It looked stiffly around, then tentativly raised itself to its feet. The same scenery stretched in all directions, the dry ground rounding uninterrupted untill it met the similarly dry sky. Green eyes appraised, silver flecking them and metallic hair falling into them as a gentle wind sprung up. It carried in it whispering voice a childs laughter, a woman's scream, a warcry, birdsong... Abstract thoughts crossed the man's mind as it faded with as much warning as it came. He blinked, using one large, nail-bitten hand to sweep his hair out of his eyes. "Come my child, come to me..." The song drifted in, sweet and coy, tempting in its sound as food to the soul. He turned swiftly, trying to locate the source, but nothing showed. A frustrated step faded the song, almost unnoticably but he hesitated before taking another. Slowly rotating, he took a few steps in the opposite way. Louder, it was haunting him, needing him to join. He stumbled on, wandring in no particualar speed with no concern other than to find the source of the sound. The sky above cackled at its new victim.
Lady Celes Crusader Posted July 17, 2002 Report Posted July 17, 2002 Short & Sweet It reminds me of the universe in which each of Salvador Dali's paintings bathed. Well done!
Gyrfalcon Posted July 18, 2002 Report Posted July 18, 2002 *applauds* Cool, I like how you wrote this. Its surreal, yet it doesn't come off as being somethihng straight out of a hallucination. *grins* Very good.
Peredhil Posted July 18, 2002 Report Posted July 18, 2002 This would be a neat seed around which to build a Fantasy World. There are so many unanswered questions in your short very very descriptive text. questions are essential to World Building. In other words - I like it. -P
Rahsash Geldich Posted July 22, 2002 Author Report Posted July 22, 2002 The sorceress finished her song and peered out the opening of her abode. inside, a small fire crackeled merrily in a stone niche, purple in its magik origins. The sky shot another bolt of similar element, touching the finger of the giant stone hands that sat in her view. Scattered were other pieces, mainly two feet that stood three times taller than herself and were scorched black and green on the glittering bronze stone. She was working on a sketch of the statue in its pre-ruin glory. A woman in a short shift that billowed slightly and ended mid thigh, hair whipping in the same wind... Speaking of the devil, the wind blew across gently once again and carried with it sighs and cries, the same mix of happiness and dispair that disoriented even the inhabitants.
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