PHQ-Nickname:
hollow
Halfquake:
Radical Perfection
Level:
21
Total kills:
711,304
Birthday:
September 25th 1985
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| Mood: | depressive |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | March 17th 2005, 07:41:46 |
| Visits: | 1130 |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Gherid lives in a timeframe altogether his own, I think. While most spend their days in hours and minutes, he uses something else. They say when he wakes up he brushes his teeth, and makes a resolution, and before he goes to sleep, changes into his pajama pants and watches recorded fireworks on his old TV.
He went on a pilgrimage to the bookstore, taking three years to study under the tutelage of ancient masters growing more ancient, fasting for months at a time. In growing desperation, and after stretching out for an hour, he went looking for love. He worked for a century, and then he slept for a century. Neither helped.
He went walking for a generation in the park, watching the waxing and waning of the pidgeon populations through the years. He sat down on a bench and something odd happened. The flying blurring lines that were humanity disappeared, the blinking winking sun lost its breath and took a pause in it ' s moth-like frenzy. He found himself noticing a woman seated a foot from him, who seemed to be staying the same age.
She was the only one within earshot. Gherid watched the plumage of a bird's wings making its way downward, as it attempted to fly past. The dust from someone's footstep hung in the air, like confetti. "A slow night" she said to him. "I love it like this, really." he said. Her name was Florine. |
Insidious_nOOb
March 17th 2005, 09:40:06
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| huh? |
TheAwake
March 17th 2005, 13:11:24
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| lovely. |
InsaneManiac
March 17th 2005, 18:08:53
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| Very interesting and extremely well written, awsome work! |
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