[3rd Ballad] Pencil Crisis.“Pencil Crisis, the prologue of a new chapter.
I am going to be happy with you.
Of that there is no matter of doubt-
No probable, possible shadow of doubt-
No possible doubt whatsoever.””
“Do not call me your sister! You two are siblings…siblings in pure cowardice!”
She was almost shouting, the nervous eyes around her had calmed her voice. The room had been drawn to the drama and argument. A rare bit of emotion she would show from her usual batch of cold, bitter and sometimes aloof self.
“Both as bad! I trusted you. I wanted the truth about him! Not even for myself. For my damned writings.” A pencil still sat behind her ear, along with her movements the top clipped the light. She stormed out holding her sword umbrella at her. Sounds and snickers around. The handles and points at the end of the umbrella clip the light. Withdrawing it and smashed it down before storming away, a silent storm, but enough to leave a dent of silence. The warm
[Random Drabble] Knife Fight.Knife Fight,
“Get ‘im Get ‘im”
A beer-can tossed rudely away into the thick mud. A spectating squirrel, running away in terror from the silver brick that was discarded at it. An arena coated by heavy forestry. The sounds of drunken chants, dances around a bright fire. Where the white heat purifies the spilled blood that coated the ground. A deadly dance as the sparks fly up into the great black sky. This was the scene late at night and blessed by a bitter wind. Here arguments where settled, where anger was let loose. Here even the quiet and aloof od people would release there other one. The stars flared and laughed and the moon chanted them on. A small sanctuary for insane, where nothing but emotions would, run rampant and morals where miles away hidden in fear. Fuelled by alcohol and C17H21NO4, the combatants would dance around the fire, a delicate mix of life and death .The idea was true and honest, you shall not kill, you shall only harm. A girl sat up in a t
[2nd Movment] Eyes of the Earth ~Blue~ (2/2)
I finish reading her story and peek above it to catch her expression, Hiding my smile behind my back. She sits opposite me, with eyes so strong; watching me intently read the book. She is smiling and lifts her head up when she realises that I am looking at her. I put the book down and wiggles the pencil that I only just realised is hiding in her hair. She take sit out and swings it across the table to me, past out pizza boxes.
“Go on. Write.” She encourages me with a smile.
“I have read them already. I know what you will write. I like your style” She smiled and tossed her pen to me.
It was meant to be an impulse. A sudden burst of energy and emotion, form my dream last night and her amazing words, I thought that maybe this impulse would be right; it’d be a way for me to win, to show myself in the most of brilliant of lights.
I had dashed out, running as quick as my legs could carry me. All the years of running and football finally paid off. I know wasn&
[2nd Movment] Eyes of the Moon ~Green~ (1/2)
“The time I think most clearly, the time I drift away, Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey. I get to think about what might have been and what may yet come true, and I get to pass a rainy mile thinking of you, and all the while, all the while, I still hear that call.”
She wrote on the final lines at the end of the paragraph, dotting ti down. Snapping it up she tossed it into her bag and stood up. A sudden gust of wind movement had sparked her to get moving. Writing done, it was time to shine. Headphones up, hood up, bag up, snapping her drink she curled off the table, her coat flicking up in response from her abrupt exit. Leaving behind the warmth and light of the shopping centre; driving straight into the rainy grey outdoors, darting across the puddles and pavements, fuelled by the beats of her music, strong chords and poetic voices, songs that had outlived her, but songs that still set the scene for her. Grey clouds that painted the sky a B