Waking from Slumber Chapter 1 It was the metrain, the harlot sister of a city bus. The thin gray metal of the inner handholds stretched from back to front with a certain, glinting indifference. She did not wear standard gloves and saw her face reflected between the whorls of the fingerprints as she changed her grip. Forgot them at work.Waking from Slumber Chapter 1 by ~uncommitted
Must remember to disinfect them at home, she thought, pushing images of hospitals and tests out of her mind. It was too easy to catch something. Emma grimaced as a man shoved past her to the exit.
The body of the bus shuddered and stopped, an announcement of yet another station echoed. She flicked her eyes up and saw the driver's profil
Reflection of the Beginning In Neva's waters, I see the reflection of the beginning. A bird swoops over the bridge, then rises, shoved towards the gray sky by an undercurrent of air.Reflection of the Beginning by ~uncommitted
The city exhales cold mist from the steam grates. The cobble stone eyes and rounded graffiti on walls shimmer under the lamp glows. I see the beginning, my arms wrapped around a light post instead of you. The thunder rocks the air over the waters.
This night isn't going anywhere. Neither am I.
It rains.
I walk to the railing. Knees on the asphalt, my hands slip though the welded grating. Your voice murmurs through the empty streets and the notes from your guitar are scattered across the
The Ending Put all your angels on the edge.The Ending by ~uncommitted
Say your prayers. The world ends. No, not a world or your world – though those too, probably.
The world ends with bells tolling and a Gothic choir soundtrack.
Angels stroll the streets, arched wings relaxed, feathers dropping and clanging to the asphalt. Skin and eyes gold, lips parting around bleached teeth, they wander and sing. And, after all, with the soft patter of bloody rain flooding the gutters, there's not much else to do.
It’s the end of the world; the war’s over. Troop withdrawal’s marked for Sunday.
A black cat crosses the street, settles under a flickering lamp post, shake
Pursued Chapter 1, pt 1 "How long?" she said as she caught a droplet of condensation on her fingertip from the cup. She rubbed her thumb over it, drying it with the movement. "How long will we be running?"Pursued Chapter 1, pt 1 by ~uncommitted
The man glanced at her through the bangs that hung over his eyes, long enough to be style, ragged enough to be neglect. He balanced the chair on its two back legs, knee shoved against the edge of the coffee shop table, wrist resting on the plastic place-mat.
The hand was palm up and the girl's eyes rested on the thin scars that skated over the lifeline and contours. They sat near the corner, the low-hanging lights glaring and turning the skin gray against the s
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