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Title: Age of Innocence.
Type: Original
Word count: aprox. 1.000
Inspiration: Memmnoch, spring, walks home from school.
It hardly had anything to do with the warm, orange sun that set its throne in the sky, much in the same way a perfectly-round orange thrones on top of all the rest in one’s fruit basket. There were short intervals of time when the wind would cease its lingering close to the lithe grass and would blow noticeably, eager to caress cheeks warm with blood. Small birds, dazed by a spectrum of colors twisted around the branches, often lost control of the fibers entwined in their wings and landed beak-first in a cool puddle on the side of the sidewalk. Naturally, passing forlorn humans simply thought they needed a bath and, ironically enough, started wondering how long it had been since their last encounter with the heavenly combination of water and soap.
Thinking in retrospect, she could say that they had always done it that way - the birds - and she couldn’t quite grasp the motion of the fall which was due to the daze, nor the one which was simply a successful landing and eagerness to bathe. In public. Her tiny framed shuddered. What a licentious way to cleanse one’s self. There were, of course, other techniques she could have taken into consideration - more complex flaps of symmetrical wings and perfectly sharp angels - but scant amount of time given left her unable to continue her analysis. Her nostrils had already been flooded with his scent.
Beneath his hands, the pavement felt a lot like a very large coin, with an uneven surface and occasional crack small enough to be overlooked, but large enough to savagely tear high heels apart from the rest of the shoe. He nodded up at the sun and a silent inside joke passed unseen through manifold crowds of people. His joke went along the lines of: “Cor! I didn’t know you’d keep it up this well, why, the ground’s almost as warm as fresh morning muffins down across the street! Jolly good work!” Unfortunately, we’ll never know what the sun’s response was, unless one individual will alleviate the pain of the unknown and learn the language of planets and the universe and make the breakthrough of the century.
She passed by him swiftly, leaving the sweet scent of lavender and the pastels of her shirt to linger on his eyelids. He looked up and was greeted by tantalizing sun rays diving into the blue of his eyes. A old lady passed and the sound of her heels crashing against the pavement was accompanied by the sound of small coins falling in his lap. He looked down and watched their dusty surface reflect his impoverished state.
“Soon,” he thought, “very soon…”
~
The subtle colors of the twilight and tantalizing soft breezes carried years upon their lustrous wings. Time had long passed, tired, floundering along walls wined with daffodils and lilies and unremitting clouds of dandelion soft kisses. The sounds of falling coins on the coarse surface of his blazer echoed somewhere beyond the walls. His eyelids, closed tightly, supported the walls and, for as much as another minute he confessed to the dandelion his unrequited love.
A passing car rushed through a puddle of cool summer rain water, sending droplets to crush his walls, blemishing the dream. He woke to evening and propitious rain. His waif frame slouched against the walls, whispering his thankfulness for the shelter and dryness of his clothes. A small bird rejoiced the end of prematurely dry summer, its feathers now heavy with the sky’s tears. He unclenched his fist and waited, pretending not to have noticed the bathing lady. Within minutes, he felt the nuzzles of a fragile beak and wet wings brushing against the hollow of his hand. A smile crept sleepily on his lips.
~
She had ignored the malevolent stares for as much as three street corners and her subconscious started sounding subtle alarms in the tip on her fingers and the muscles of her legs. She ran down the alley, oblivious to the water she splashed upwards as her trainers crushed the surface of puddles. Unfailing sensibility told her that the sound of a second pair of trainers running after her was relevant to her cause. She was being followed at an alarming pace, one might add.
~
Oblivious to the world’s needs and secret wishes, the pavement’s only concern were the holes. It had made wonders with methodically aligned holes just moments ago, making the prestigious female lawyer trip and fall right into the arms of the newly-employed male judge. Thereupon, pride washed over its structure. Omnisciently, it knew that, even without the aid of high-heels, it could still perpetuate faith and the sound of victory. Thus, a new crack appeared in the ground.
~
He sprang to his feet with incongruous speed, startling the small bird. One fist still held his feathered friend gently while the other grabbed the back of her mackintosh as she tripped and fell over him. The idea of penance in the name of formality never crossed his mind, much less after his nostrils were flooded with her familiar perfume. Looking over his shoulder he tried his best at glaring a death promise at the girl’s follower, who promptly turned on his heels and blended in with the shadows of the alley.
Warmth suffused through her wet rain coat and his (now wet as well) shirt. He smiled at her flustered cheeks and accepted her apologies, but never ceased to wonder why she hadn’t pulled away from his supportive embrace. Her head turned to his her smile and met the eager stare of the small bird cuddled in his hand.
Forlorn hope lay crashed and scattered on the pavement and dripped slowly through a crack. The moon blinked and yawned. The crack sank into history. Eyes welcomed each other to the hearth of their home. Canticles of love and innocence rose in Heaven.
Type: Original
Word count: aprox. 1.000
Inspiration: Memmnoch, spring, walks home from school.
It hardly had anything to do with the warm, orange sun that set its throne in the sky, much in the same way a perfectly-round orange thrones on top of all the rest in one’s fruit basket. There were short intervals of time when the wind would cease its lingering close to the lithe grass and would blow noticeably, eager to caress cheeks warm with blood. Small birds, dazed by a spectrum of colors twisted around the branches, often lost control of the fibers entwined in their wings and landed beak-first in a cool puddle on the side of the sidewalk. Naturally, passing forlorn humans simply thought they needed a bath and, ironically enough, started wondering how long it had been since their last encounter with the heavenly combination of water and soap.
Thinking in retrospect, she could say that they had always done it that way - the birds - and she couldn’t quite grasp the motion of the fall which was due to the daze, nor the one which was simply a successful landing and eagerness to bathe. In public. Her tiny framed shuddered. What a licentious way to cleanse one’s self. There were, of course, other techniques she could have taken into consideration - more complex flaps of symmetrical wings and perfectly sharp angels - but scant amount of time given left her unable to continue her analysis. Her nostrils had already been flooded with his scent.
Beneath his hands, the pavement felt a lot like a very large coin, with an uneven surface and occasional crack small enough to be overlooked, but large enough to savagely tear high heels apart from the rest of the shoe. He nodded up at the sun and a silent inside joke passed unseen through manifold crowds of people. His joke went along the lines of: “Cor! I didn’t know you’d keep it up this well, why, the ground’s almost as warm as fresh morning muffins down across the street! Jolly good work!” Unfortunately, we’ll never know what the sun’s response was, unless one individual will alleviate the pain of the unknown and learn the language of planets and the universe and make the breakthrough of the century.
She passed by him swiftly, leaving the sweet scent of lavender and the pastels of her shirt to linger on his eyelids. He looked up and was greeted by tantalizing sun rays diving into the blue of his eyes. A old lady passed and the sound of her heels crashing against the pavement was accompanied by the sound of small coins falling in his lap. He looked down and watched their dusty surface reflect his impoverished state.
“Soon,” he thought, “very soon…”
~
The subtle colors of the twilight and tantalizing soft breezes carried years upon their lustrous wings. Time had long passed, tired, floundering along walls wined with daffodils and lilies and unremitting clouds of dandelion soft kisses. The sounds of falling coins on the coarse surface of his blazer echoed somewhere beyond the walls. His eyelids, closed tightly, supported the walls and, for as much as another minute he confessed to the dandelion his unrequited love.
A passing car rushed through a puddle of cool summer rain water, sending droplets to crush his walls, blemishing the dream. He woke to evening and propitious rain. His waif frame slouched against the walls, whispering his thankfulness for the shelter and dryness of his clothes. A small bird rejoiced the end of prematurely dry summer, its feathers now heavy with the sky’s tears. He unclenched his fist and waited, pretending not to have noticed the bathing lady. Within minutes, he felt the nuzzles of a fragile beak and wet wings brushing against the hollow of his hand. A smile crept sleepily on his lips.
~
She had ignored the malevolent stares for as much as three street corners and her subconscious started sounding subtle alarms in the tip on her fingers and the muscles of her legs. She ran down the alley, oblivious to the water she splashed upwards as her trainers crushed the surface of puddles. Unfailing sensibility told her that the sound of a second pair of trainers running after her was relevant to her cause. She was being followed at an alarming pace, one might add.
~
Oblivious to the world’s needs and secret wishes, the pavement’s only concern were the holes. It had made wonders with methodically aligned holes just moments ago, making the prestigious female lawyer trip and fall right into the arms of the newly-employed male judge. Thereupon, pride washed over its structure. Omnisciently, it knew that, even without the aid of high-heels, it could still perpetuate faith and the sound of victory. Thus, a new crack appeared in the ground.
~
He sprang to his feet with incongruous speed, startling the small bird. One fist still held his feathered friend gently while the other grabbed the back of her mackintosh as she tripped and fell over him. The idea of penance in the name of formality never crossed his mind, much less after his nostrils were flooded with her familiar perfume. Looking over his shoulder he tried his best at glaring a death promise at the girl’s follower, who promptly turned on his heels and blended in with the shadows of the alley.
Warmth suffused through her wet rain coat and his (now wet as well) shirt. He smiled at her flustered cheeks and accepted her apologies, but never ceased to wonder why she hadn’t pulled away from his supportive embrace. Her head turned to his her smile and met the eager stare of the small bird cuddled in his hand.
Forlorn hope lay crashed and scattered on the pavement and dripped slowly through a crack. The moon blinked and yawned. The crack sank into history. Eyes welcomed each other to the hearth of their home. Canticles of love and innocence rose in Heaven.