LilkelPixy
Bluelighter
this is a small excerpt from a short story i wrote that takes place inside the trips of the main character
the vines weave their way along the wall, around the couch, up the stairs. the are growing a foot every second, slithering along the floor like a long, thick serpent.
one sound flows through your mind; floods the interior of your skull. it's as if you are standing at the edge of a thin, cracked highway that is winding its way through a dry desert, cars whiz by you and leave you to the sound of their engine. but the engines are not high-pitched, but deep, muffled roars - a man yelling from beneath a stifling pillow.
rrwaum. rrwaum.
flowers sprout from the vines. purple, pink, orange. vibrant life. rrwaum. rrwaum. the couch itself becomes a mass of swirling upholstery. amazing shit.
~the couch is breathing. the couch is fucking breathing! look at this shit. look at the world. wow.
...wow.
rrwaum. your mind is flooded. Dibs is sitting beside you. you love the feel of his hand in yours. rrwaum. always ha...rrwaum. your heart beats inside of you, your chest lifts. 1..2..down..1..out...rrwaum.
rrwaum. Dibs is laughing.
-The clock says 12:00. hello, clock. what's twelve mean?
Dibs keeps laughing. rrwaum. dadum dum(heartbeat). rrwaum. dadum dum, dum, dum (fading)
rrwaum (the sound pierces your eardrums) rrwaum....
the lucky number nine. you had to try it again sometime.
~Pixy
[ 22 February 2002: Message edited by: LilkelPixy ]
the vines weave their way along the wall, around the couch, up the stairs. the are growing a foot every second, slithering along the floor like a long, thick serpent.
one sound flows through your mind; floods the interior of your skull. it's as if you are standing at the edge of a thin, cracked highway that is winding its way through a dry desert, cars whiz by you and leave you to the sound of their engine. but the engines are not high-pitched, but deep, muffled roars - a man yelling from beneath a stifling pillow.
rrwaum. rrwaum.
flowers sprout from the vines. purple, pink, orange. vibrant life. rrwaum. rrwaum. the couch itself becomes a mass of swirling upholstery. amazing shit.
~the couch is breathing. the couch is fucking breathing! look at this shit. look at the world. wow.
...wow.
rrwaum. your mind is flooded. Dibs is sitting beside you. you love the feel of his hand in yours. rrwaum. always ha...rrwaum. your heart beats inside of you, your chest lifts. 1..2..down..1..out...rrwaum.
rrwaum. Dibs is laughing.
-The clock says 12:00. hello, clock. what's twelve mean?
Dibs keeps laughing. rrwaum. dadum dum(heartbeat). rrwaum. dadum dum, dum, dum (fading)
rrwaum (the sound pierces your eardrums) rrwaum....
the lucky number nine. you had to try it again sometime.
~Pixy
[ 22 February 2002: Message edited by: LilkelPixy ]
