Saturday, May 8, 2010

Progress of narrative and Sketches

Removed from an escape and back into reality
The facade of the world outside is unbearable to the mechanical moles of the city
She looked out at the world which no longer comforted her

The theatre over exceeded her expectations

She burrowed herself into the cramp opening and peered out to the other side and recoiled as she was exposed by her own reflection


Final Narrative



Her heels sank deep within the carpet as she muffled across the blanketed room to the nearest cushion covered seat. Dusting herself off, she choked on an upset breath as the glowing static of the screen glimmered in her tears. The film began to roll, alas an escape! Towards her it spins, faster and faster. Looming brighter and brighter. Her eyes began to sell, her face began to cringe. Further and further she was pushed, her seat backed against the floor. Snap. And her limits were no more.

And there she stood, above the sun burnt ice, aloft into the deep blue world outside.

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