Post by Arachis on Sept 17, 2004 19:11:23 GMT -5
Ok... I was inspired to write this, when under Jeff Haymans command, I was asked to write a profile for AIM. Originally I had other ideas... but the story eventually evolved itself into this. What do you think of it?
Drowned
I can only recollect that the first day of my life, the sun read itself to me as a watch would to a normal person. As a result, I can not say with clarity that the date was the 1st of December, but to me it is as good a date as any. The first day I came out into the open, I opened my eyes for the first time. Rather than slowly blinking around me, as I have heard others often do, I was favored with a smooth transition, opening my eyes into darkness. I could see nothing but the pin points of bright light which stared coldly at me from the sky but I was reassured by the sound of my mother. Around me the slow sound of water, sucking in and out of the beach, soothed me into a sense of security. I looked about and found myself rolling about in a little crib, gently passed back and forth by the waves who caressed me with each gentle gesture.
The next few days were occupied in my memory by sleep and a sense of gentle security afforded to me by my adopted mother. Yet she did not understand much of human nature, and knowing not what I ate washed up only seaweed, and occasionally a small fish into the little basket with which I sailed. So, growing hungry, yet of a passive and patient nature, I decided that it would be better to climb out and help myself than to cry out in exasperation. But, unfortunately I was not capable of then using my limbs to such a degree and, as each command to my limbs was followed by a weak action that would not support me, I wrestled back and forth within the crib in a frustrated effort to turn myself out and onto the far reaching blue which surrounded me. In doing so I churned the water to such a degree that I attracted the attention of someone on the shore.
Yet it was some time before anyone was to come out and look for me, and in the meantime, I was able to overturn my vessel and found myself thrown into the cold ocean. This, of course, shocked me out of my senses and struggling against the suffocating environment, I thought that my mother must be attempting to hide me from the wicked man whose attention I had attracted. For why else would she hurt me? She had been kind and gentle so far, and I had had no previous experience of pain while I was in her care. Yet as these thoughts crossed my mind, I gasped in pain, and I found that my lungs exploded inside me. I could no longer concentrate on any thought, so I occupied myself by using my eyesight in order to combat the growing ache. Yet as I opened my eyes, they stung with a prickling that immediately forced them shut. Yet the brief moment had dulled some of the other pain I felt. So I opened them again, and suffered the piercing sting until it became a dull film over my eyes. I clutched at my warm blanket, and huddled it closer to me, in an attempt to hide my fear from my mother, and to draw closer to me what ever I had, in an instinctive, pointless act of helplessness. I looked up at her, and found that I was surrounded by blue, and the light filtered in to me in a manner I had never seen it before. It was as though some kind of filter had passed in front of it, so that the sun diffused itself in a thousand colors over the heavens. But slowly the light became dimmer, and soon it collapsed into darkness. The pain began to subside as I fell into a rest, the cool darkness now soothed my eyes from the spectacular brilliance of before. The darkness began to seep into me, and I began to wonder who the man could have been. I was glad though that I was safe with my mother, and I began to feel warmer but slowly, a small ache began to disturb me, and I found that a hunger still gnawed at my stomach, and I wished that I had had something to eat.
Drowned
I can only recollect that the first day of my life, the sun read itself to me as a watch would to a normal person. As a result, I can not say with clarity that the date was the 1st of December, but to me it is as good a date as any. The first day I came out into the open, I opened my eyes for the first time. Rather than slowly blinking around me, as I have heard others often do, I was favored with a smooth transition, opening my eyes into darkness. I could see nothing but the pin points of bright light which stared coldly at me from the sky but I was reassured by the sound of my mother. Around me the slow sound of water, sucking in and out of the beach, soothed me into a sense of security. I looked about and found myself rolling about in a little crib, gently passed back and forth by the waves who caressed me with each gentle gesture.
The next few days were occupied in my memory by sleep and a sense of gentle security afforded to me by my adopted mother. Yet she did not understand much of human nature, and knowing not what I ate washed up only seaweed, and occasionally a small fish into the little basket with which I sailed. So, growing hungry, yet of a passive and patient nature, I decided that it would be better to climb out and help myself than to cry out in exasperation. But, unfortunately I was not capable of then using my limbs to such a degree and, as each command to my limbs was followed by a weak action that would not support me, I wrestled back and forth within the crib in a frustrated effort to turn myself out and onto the far reaching blue which surrounded me. In doing so I churned the water to such a degree that I attracted the attention of someone on the shore.
Yet it was some time before anyone was to come out and look for me, and in the meantime, I was able to overturn my vessel and found myself thrown into the cold ocean. This, of course, shocked me out of my senses and struggling against the suffocating environment, I thought that my mother must be attempting to hide me from the wicked man whose attention I had attracted. For why else would she hurt me? She had been kind and gentle so far, and I had had no previous experience of pain while I was in her care. Yet as these thoughts crossed my mind, I gasped in pain, and I found that my lungs exploded inside me. I could no longer concentrate on any thought, so I occupied myself by using my eyesight in order to combat the growing ache. Yet as I opened my eyes, they stung with a prickling that immediately forced them shut. Yet the brief moment had dulled some of the other pain I felt. So I opened them again, and suffered the piercing sting until it became a dull film over my eyes. I clutched at my warm blanket, and huddled it closer to me, in an attempt to hide my fear from my mother, and to draw closer to me what ever I had, in an instinctive, pointless act of helplessness. I looked up at her, and found that I was surrounded by blue, and the light filtered in to me in a manner I had never seen it before. It was as though some kind of filter had passed in front of it, so that the sun diffused itself in a thousand colors over the heavens. But slowly the light became dimmer, and soon it collapsed into darkness. The pain began to subside as I fell into a rest, the cool darkness now soothed my eyes from the spectacular brilliance of before. The darkness began to seep into me, and I began to wonder who the man could have been. I was glad though that I was safe with my mother, and I began to feel warmer but slowly, a small ache began to disturb me, and I found that a hunger still gnawed at my stomach, and I wished that I had had something to eat.