AmmutTheDevourer
Bluelighter
I do enjoy writing alot, I write alot of poetry, but sometimes I can't help but write little story snipit things.... I do hope you enjoy it.....
*Three small bird eggs lay in a nest somewhere, the clocks reads 3:34pm* She stopped and sat upon the comforts of a sofa. The brown suede like surface felt good upon the sore body. A thought runs through her head. Have you ever just stopped and thought of absolutely nothing. I mean made that voice in your head stop talking. The voice that reads for you and thinks things over, that inner voice we all have. I tried many of times and I stop and I think for it to stop. Then I can't stand to think that it will never be quiet. That its mindless chatter will never end. *A mother bird flies into a glass window, thus cracking her skull..... oblivion settles in her eyes, the clock reads 3:34pm* It won't settle it won't stop its never ending. It is so simple this voice we have. Most people don't think this way, or do they? So simple is it this voice, yet it can bring me to the brink of complete insanity. What is insanity. The voice it is all that there is. I fight it and fight it yet the words just keep flowing, keep coming..... Stampeding in a mass of fury and simplicity yet gathered in thoughts unspoken. Drowning in completely nothing, I can't breathe a panic has arisen. *The sun light comes through the leaves.... it is summer the exact temperature is 99 degrees.... three eggs in a nest start to boil under the heat.... the clock reads 3:34pm* She got up and stopped looked around and finally breathed. Looking outside her thoughts had stopped, there was no voice now but she didn't notice. The clock reads 3:34pm.
*Ammut The Devourer
*Three small bird eggs lay in a nest somewhere, the clocks reads 3:34pm* She stopped and sat upon the comforts of a sofa. The brown suede like surface felt good upon the sore body. A thought runs through her head. Have you ever just stopped and thought of absolutely nothing. I mean made that voice in your head stop talking. The voice that reads for you and thinks things over, that inner voice we all have. I tried many of times and I stop and I think for it to stop. Then I can't stand to think that it will never be quiet. That its mindless chatter will never end. *A mother bird flies into a glass window, thus cracking her skull..... oblivion settles in her eyes, the clock reads 3:34pm* It won't settle it won't stop its never ending. It is so simple this voice we have. Most people don't think this way, or do they? So simple is it this voice, yet it can bring me to the brink of complete insanity. What is insanity. The voice it is all that there is. I fight it and fight it yet the words just keep flowing, keep coming..... Stampeding in a mass of fury and simplicity yet gathered in thoughts unspoken. Drowning in completely nothing, I can't breathe a panic has arisen. *The sun light comes through the leaves.... it is summer the exact temperature is 99 degrees.... three eggs in a nest start to boil under the heat.... the clock reads 3:34pm* She got up and stopped looked around and finally breathed. Looking outside her thoughts had stopped, there was no voice now but she didn't notice. The clock reads 3:34pm.
*Ammut The Devourer
