Started this discussion. Last reply by valshamerlyn Dec. 8, 2007.
Posted on December 22, 2007 at 4:14pm — 1 Comment
Still and silent they lie there. Eyes open, unfocused. Bound to the earth, sinews stretched and torn. The teeth of their shackles bites into soft flesh. Copper tang of blood, salt of sweat. Overwhelming.
These great beasts, entangled in chains. Struck down millenia ago and left to rot and die.
The earth blankets them in their unsleep, light covering of moss and sand layers year after year.
… ContinuePosted on September 14, 2007 at 11:29am — 5 Comments
Some days he didn't see her at all.
Those were the days when he spilled his coffee on his new shirt, or the subway doors closed just as he reached the platform. Sometimes he caught glimpses of her through the closing doors. A flash of hair, the curve of her neck. Not much, but enough to brighten his day, quicken his step.
One particularly good day he managed to stand beside her in the morning crush. He closed his eyes an
… ContinuePosted on September 3, 2007 at 12:13pm — 3 Comments
He lived in a four story walk-up. Quiet man, never annoyed the neighbours. Occasionally they'd meet him on the way up the stairs, huffing and puffing his way up to the small attic flat. Muttered hello's between each - the type you exchange with people in enclosed areas - elevators, corridors and narrow stairwells.
Later, the neighbours wouldn't be able to give a proper account of him.
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… ContinuePosted on August 27, 2007 at 1:32pm — 2 Comments
Posted on July 8, 2007 at 4:37pm — 4 Comments
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