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RainRipple OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Fri, 18/03/2022 01:39 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 14/03/2022 21:15 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 10/03/2022 03:50 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 06/03/2022 22:30 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 02:53 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 02:31 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 01:57 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 01:06 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 31/12/2021 01:13 (3 Years ago) |
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She hated this feeling of internal monotony. It was right, she knew; it meant she was being good today, not the deviation she normally tended towards. If the word "personality" had meant anything to her, she would have said that she felt as if hers was suppressed on such days. It was exhausting to try and figure out who she was, and she knew that was why the Governor was doing the right thing, but she almost thought she might already know who she was, almost thought she might feel a longing to express that person whenever she wanted. As she sat in the third seat from the front, she nearly flinched at her own mind. She would get in so much trouble if anyone with a mind reading mutation were nearby, but she refrained from glancing behind her. No need to make herself look guilty. Quiet and shy, shy and quiet... [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 30/12/2021 21:55 (3 Years ago) |
Title: LifeBut if I were to open this door, would I be, in reality, closing it? By choosing to lock it would I be truly opening it? For either is a decision, and a decision is a door. By continuing to pause here, I only select another door for myself and go through that one, and while this door of indecision leads me to the same location as the open door, it might bring me back to this place again someday, and this place is dangerous. When I got here, I was so certain I wanted to lock the door. It’s a rational thought; if I lock it, I’ll never have to open any others. The key is on the ground before me, but I’m now uncertain as to whether I want to pick it up. There is a light shining from somewhere behind the door, hauntingly beautiful and casting shadows behind me. I suddenly want to see it. The light is growing, coaxing me towards it, away from the key. Do I go? Should I go? There will only be more doors ahead. Some will lead to light, some will lead to shadow, and no matter how careful I am with my choices, I’m only human; I’m bound to choose shadow over light sometimes. The shadows are frightening, but through them, light will always lead me. It’s a matter of being willing to withstand the fear and hurt. Am I willing? I don’t want to be. I want to stay here with the locked door. I want to hide from all the shadows, though the light seems so warm. I need to make a choice, and it’s the most difficult I’ve ever faced. This decision, however, is no longer hard for me. I chose to open the door long ago. The key was always a lie. Now, I’m truly free. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 30/12/2021 21:53 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 30/12/2021 21:51 (3 Years ago) |
Title: The Strength to FlyFrom the sky. Its fellows give chase, Angry that it would dare To differ. It doesn't move, Paralyzed by fear, By the hopelessness of the situation. What point is there In standing up to them? Then, The flock is chased away, A human has arrived To save the bird. Perhaps they once knew each other. Or maybe not. The human left their own flock Some time ago. They help the bird up, Give it the freedom to fly away As it did before. It doesn't. I don't. I'll stay this time. Will you? Best friends. Forever. We're stronger, Together. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 30/12/2021 21:49 (3 Years ago) |
Title: SkyChurning, weaving, everchanging. Rain. Pouring down her face. Yet she smiles Wings spread, Heart alight, Mouth open in a peal of laughter. The sky is a canvas, and she loves to watch As the Painter perfects His peerless work. Life is delicate, Like the wisps of clouds on the edges Of a downpour, Or the faint mists rising from morning ground. One wrong stroke and she might fall, One moment of halted flight and she may plummet. Still she flies. Still she soars. Each wingbeat could be her last, Every raindrop weighing her down Just a little more. But what is life without a little rain? Her eyes sparkle As she gazes out across the expanse of beauty, Endless, glorious. And the rain? The rain makes it all the more magnificent. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 30/12/2021 21:43 (3 Years ago) |
Title: Birds' WarningCal said nothing, only continued to stand at the tinted window of what had just a short while ago been our safe house. Outside, kids ran through the street, playing soccer beneath a steel grey sky as if all were normal. As if they hadn’t been told to report me on the spot should they see me. I hadn’t done it; I hadn’t killed the kindly miser Mr. Peterson, nor his wife, nor his young children whom I had been looking after that night. I’d been in the house, though, and as per the law, that was apparently enough. My whole life I’d been the rule-following, never-in-trouble star student in the back of the class; how it had all changed so quickly I might never truly understand. Even the Florences, whose kids I had once babysat and who had allowed me to stay with them for a time when I asked, had tried to turn me in once they received the news of my supposed deed. They now laid unconscious in their own kitchen; Cal had stopped them before they could hit the ‘dial’ button. I feared what would happen if he wasn’t as quick next time. “What do we do?” I repeated softly to myself, not loud enough that he would hear me. While I’d been dating Cal for a few months now, I was still at a point where I was worried about irritating him; a regular source of anxiety for me in general. I owed him my life, and I knew he was risking his own by helping me, but that self consciousness and the uncertainty regarding whether our relationship would last was still inexplicably present. Turning, he took my hand with a comforting smile and led me out of the living room towards the back entrance of the suburban house. “It’ll be alright,” he said gently. “Everything will work out.” The house led out to a short slope down to a wooded creek. The forest was normally cool and pleasantly shaded, but today, something felt off. The birds’ song sounded like a warning, worming its way into my mind and making me shiver. The shadows of the trees crept across the ground; they were tentacles, reaching out for me. I pressed closer to Cal. As we reached the creek, he came to a stop, gazing straight ahead as if entranced by something distant. I tried to follow his stare, but all I could see were the early winter trees, dead and grey, oddly foreboding. Shifting uncomfortably, I wanted to question whether this was the place he intended to hide; it was so close to the house we had just fled. Cal slowly turned back to me. I froze. The look on his face, while still his normal kind smile, sent shivers of horror down my spine. I took a step back, trying to slip my hand out of his, but he held on firmly. “What’s wrong?” he beamed, taking a step towards me. This wasn’t right. Something was not right. “E-excuse me,” I muttered, taking another step. When he followed me again and still refused to let go of my hand, my instincts flew into a panic. I wrenched my hand away, bolting backwards. He seemed momentarily startled by my reaction, but before I knew it he had caught up. I felt something slam into the back of my head, sending me crashing to the ground. I rolled over quickly, stars bursting before my watering eyes. A mess of disbelief, terror, and so many other primal-feeling emotions that I had not the time to express poured into my chest. Did Cal just hit me? What was happening? Was this a dream? A nightmare? Grinning, the young man I had thought I knew pulled a gun from his back pocket, ebony and menacing. “Terribly sorry,” he said, still cheerful. My brain couldn’t connect the image of him that was before me with his actions. “You see, I really wish you hadn’t been working that night. Such a shame; you would have done well to tell me such things. Perhaps then you wouldn’t have gotten all mixed up in this. I can’t give you a chance to prove your innocence, though, love; it would be such a shame if the police began a hunt for the real killer.” The last thing I saw was an image, flickering through my brain. An image of a face in the dark of the kitchen, shrouded by night but familiar all the same. I’d heard a gunshot, a gunshot that now echoed in my own ears, and rushed in to see that face. I’d known all along, hadn’t I? I’d merely been too blinded, too afraid, too unwilling, to admit it to myself. How stupid... [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 30/12/2021 21:35 (3 Years ago) |
Title: ComeAround the house, a host of aged, derelict, steel-blue cars lie scattered. All of these cars are the exact same make and model, though they remain in varying states of disrepair. I’ve always driven past them, both when my parents had taken me to school and now when I take myself. Seeing them my whole life likely influenced my own choice of car; the one I drive is identical to this eccentric assortment, sans the shattered windshields and rust. This is how the house has always been, and this way it remains. Today, though, something has changed. Today, something is different. I can’t put my finger on it; the property looks just as it always has. All the same, I pull over to the side of the road, staring up at the jagged edges of the front window that seems to watch me right back. I can’t help but wonder once more what its story might be. Come in, it whispers. Come see. Dare I obey? Dare I see? I open my door and step out, out onto a shoddy cobble path leading to the entrance. Moss grows on, over, and around the stones, making the walk rather slick. Passing under an archway completely engulfed by grey-toned ivy, I admire the resilience of the plant. Though the wood that once supported it has rotted away, it stands on its own. The admiration lasts but a short time, though, before an inexplicable and all-too-familiar tremor runs down my spine. I hurry on, arriving at the porch of ebony mahogany. Just a quick peak. Come see. The wood creaks beneath my weight, likely more than it has felt in some time. It sounds like a groaning chuckle, but I’m certain that it can be no more than my active imagination. The grey wood door gives to my touch easily. I step inside, the inner floors producing their own chuckle. Careful, I tell myself; I can see there is a basement from the numerous odd holes littering the entry hall, as if something heavy had crashed through to it repeatedly. I step forward. The floor doesn’t hold. I’m falling. Come in. I land on my feet. The basement is full of spiders. They skitter over my shoes and across the cobwebs that fully blanket the corners and walls, swarming the hole I’ve just made. I cannot fight the scream of terror that emerges from my throat, though I quickly strangle it, clapping my hand over my mouth. Turning wildly, I see a staircase behind me and sprint towards it, flinging open the door. I’m glad to find that there are no webs in the stairwell. Come see. The steps are lit only by the light filtering in through the open door and the cracks in the roof of the floor above. The musty scent of rotting wood fills my nose, but presently I emerge onto ground level once more. I know I ought to leave, quickly and now, but the intrigue that had grown tepid and been doused by my fall flares again when I realize the staircase continues upwards. Promising myself I’ll be more careful this time, I begin to climb. This is a bad idea. Come in. The vines visible from outside have grown down into the upper level of the house; it feels as if I’m walking through a steel green and dusty grey jungle. At the end of the hall is a door; I figure it must lead to the frontmost room and its large window. The same shiver from outside hits me again, a shiver of trepidation. A shiver of being... watched. That’s what it had been. Surely, though, it was once again merely my imagination. This fear is nonsensical. I grasp the handle of the door, turning it slowly. Come see. Horror greets me. A white shade turns, grinning the awful, toothy grin of the house’s windows. A familiar shade. It rushes me. And now? Now I know who made the holes in the floor. Whose vehicles lie in the front yard. Outside of the window, I see my car rolling slowly forwards. It joins its brethren, left to rust for all of time. Just like this house. Just like me. Come. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 30/12/2021 21:17 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 29/12/2021 05:15 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 25/12/2021 19:29 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 21/12/2021 23:21 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 20/12/2021 21:21 (3 Years ago) |
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