Garrett
26 Jan 2003, 23:38
I sat down and wrote the following lines out of my deepest fantasies.
Part 1: My nocturnal stroll in Obsidian
I wandered down the pitch black streets at the bottom of the city’s gorges. I was looking above my head and stared at the nocturnal sky. The buildings enthroned high into the clouds of the night like bizarre mutants. My eyes sank down. Black and yellow pools of light were floating around me. I reached a misty corner. Lost boys were sitting in the gutter like a tortured rat pack. They stared at me like stone cold statues. Their eyes were blank and their clothes were soaked with mud and blood. Maybe their own blood, maybe anyone elses, maybe the blood of victims, maybe the blood of the decaying carcass lying on the boardwalk in the chrystal moonlight. I fled the fast I could to get away from these god-forgotten creatures, away from these black shadows of perdition. I walked further down the street. Groaning voices whispered in the air. Roaring black metal machines stalked hungry behind my back. Then I stood in front of the entrance to a huge dark tunnel. Painfull angels were screaming in the distance. Then I saw a man coming out of the deep cold jaws of the tunnel. I couldn’t see his face, but I recognised his long hair flowing in the groaning wind, which came out of the black deep hole. I could see the silhouette of a Fender guitar began to take shape. I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember that its heart was made fully out of chrome. The man was embraced by his guitar. Then I saw the gleaming eyes in his face. I took one step back. The guy was pacing near and nearer. Finally, he stopped. And I saw his Fender guitar bleeding and the blood was dark and rich like wild berries. He wanted me to follow him, down this huge alley of moist stone, down this endless hallway. Fear was creeping through my bones, but no one could stop me following the guy down to the deep end. And the tunnel seemed to become a titan monster trying to engulf me with his maw.
Maybe the story will be continued... continued, hmm, ahh yes, continued by YOU!!! GIVE IT A TRY!!! I'm waiting for Part 2!
Part 1: My nocturnal stroll in Obsidian
I wandered down the pitch black streets at the bottom of the city’s gorges. I was looking above my head and stared at the nocturnal sky. The buildings enthroned high into the clouds of the night like bizarre mutants. My eyes sank down. Black and yellow pools of light were floating around me. I reached a misty corner. Lost boys were sitting in the gutter like a tortured rat pack. They stared at me like stone cold statues. Their eyes were blank and their clothes were soaked with mud and blood. Maybe their own blood, maybe anyone elses, maybe the blood of victims, maybe the blood of the decaying carcass lying on the boardwalk in the chrystal moonlight. I fled the fast I could to get away from these god-forgotten creatures, away from these black shadows of perdition. I walked further down the street. Groaning voices whispered in the air. Roaring black metal machines stalked hungry behind my back. Then I stood in front of the entrance to a huge dark tunnel. Painfull angels were screaming in the distance. Then I saw a man coming out of the deep cold jaws of the tunnel. I couldn’t see his face, but I recognised his long hair flowing in the groaning wind, which came out of the black deep hole. I could see the silhouette of a Fender guitar began to take shape. I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember that its heart was made fully out of chrome. The man was embraced by his guitar. Then I saw the gleaming eyes in his face. I took one step back. The guy was pacing near and nearer. Finally, he stopped. And I saw his Fender guitar bleeding and the blood was dark and rich like wild berries. He wanted me to follow him, down this huge alley of moist stone, down this endless hallway. Fear was creeping through my bones, but no one could stop me following the guy down to the deep end. And the tunnel seemed to become a titan monster trying to engulf me with his maw.
Maybe the story will be continued... continued, hmm, ahh yes, continued by YOU!!! GIVE IT A TRY!!! I'm waiting for Part 2!