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Post by geneva on Oct 2, 2003 0:36:32 GMT -5
thick august night
finally after I free my self from my attacking quilt at 1 am
and breathe the not quite fresh air of my darkened bedroom
and fumble for my water bottle
to rid myself of the vile taste of sleep at the back of my throat
there, a succession of flashes. like lightning, but with no sound.
the dark glow of the city in the sky behind the silhouette of a small rodent running across the telephone wires.
a long wiry tail. not a squirrel but a rat.
the light again
I peer outside my window straining my bleary sleep drunk eyes
only the hum of a computer behind me fills the room
the light flashes. a bright electric white sphere glows over the roofs of the blackened houses.
I drink the water, and stare wonderingly as the minutes pass, bringing the occasional light show.
until my very eyes close
until my head nods with weariness
and I climb back under the now comfortable quilt
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Post by Archagon on Oct 2, 2003 0:53:39 GMT -5
I really like this one. Quite descriptive. Could be a neat short story.
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Post by geneva on Oct 2, 2003 0:59:57 GMT -5
it couldn't be a short story because it would lose it's surrealness and mysteriousness that comes with an event witnesses in the middle of the night when one has just woken from ones sleep. I deem it to be best said as it is.
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