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The distance of memory.
By: Site Adminitrator Date: April 6, 2012, 12:00 am
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Gais Realta
of the Star
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Will I ever shine?
Re: The distance of memory.
« Reply #5 on: December 11, 2011, 09:20:40 pm »
The reflection of James' face against the water faltered moments
before he himself reacted to the disappearance of the woman's
visage. Confused, he stared at the very spot where the woman
disappeared, whispering the same arcane language that he had
whispered to the lake itself. At first, nothing responded, but
after a few moments passed, a ripple of a smile crossed his
face...
Slowly, wisps of mist pulled themselves from the surface of the
lake, spirits all in their unique, shifting forms while they
walked across their mother. James carefully watched each of them
in turn while they fed all abreast the lake while their arms
reached up in a futile attempt to find the woman. If she was,
indeed, like him, they could have held her, embraced her.
But there was only nothing.
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☢Almira Adenji☢
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Re: The distance of memory.
« Reply #4 on: December 11, 2011, 08:46:58 pm »
Memory, rather, the distant, often times biased imprint left on
the hollow of a person, etched like a wood carving into the
cavity of a heart gone missing, always proved to be troublesome.
Almira's honey colored eyes danced along the surface of the
endless blue, searching, scrutinizing for even a piece of
sanity. She found none. The ghosts that dwelled within the
confines of her imagination were running rampant and she was
greeted with the familiar calling to let go. The imprisonment of
her mind seemed to unlock with an audible click, and as quickly
as her slender, tangible body had been seen, it vanished into
nothing more than a mist. A truth once known, but now forgotten.
She felt the molecules in her body separate and begin to soar,
her breath escaping her once warm lips. She danced like little
specks of light upon the water, a mere reflection and nothing
more. The transparency of her now mistified self caught fractals
of light and refracted them, the image looking something like
stars in the night sky. Numbness set in and a smile spread
across her barely there lips as she danced along the top of the
water, a ghost in the midst of life.
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Gais Realta
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Re: The distance of memory.
« Reply #3 on: December 08, 2011, 02:44:18 am »
James' form shifted slowly in the light fog while brilliant blue
eyes danced calmly in time with the ripples of the lake. His
lips pulled the air around it into a mock of the sounds of the
sea itself. He continued speaking while minutes moved by him,
the flow of time.
He was unconcerned with it all: the cold spray in his face, the
gentle lapping at his feet, and the slow, gurgling whispers that
fell his ear, whispers that told him that he was, indeed, not
alone with the spirits of the elements this night.
His head snapped up, eyes suddenly and irrevocably locked down
some distant shoreline, towards some humanoid shape just out of
eyesight.
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☢Almira Adenji☢
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Re: The distance of memory.
« Reply #2 on: December 08, 2011, 02:15:59 am »
What does it mean when something is haunted? What exactly is a
ghost?
Almira's haunted cerulean eyes flickered over the body of water
that rested at her feet, calm, calculating, cold. It seemed just
like everything else, merely existing in a void no more
meaningful than a grain of sand. Yet, how do we begin to
establish our worth? Isn't the mere thought of establishing our
own worth and self concept a little conceited and shallow?
Almira pushed a burdened hand through her almost straight hair,
letting the wind pick up and carry it, causing the motion to
look like a dance of sorts. A sigh greeted her lips like an old
friend, lingering but unwanted, and was gone before she had time
to stop it. The chocolate hue of her long hair stood out among
the mass of never ending blue as her thoughts were carried away
with the next wind that came to greet the shore.
What does it mean when something is haunted? What exactly is a
ghost?
Her mind was bothered by the unsettling memories that intended
to haunt her like ghosts, but she pushed past them once more,
hoping she could build a wall tall enough to keep them out.
Alas, many walls with their foundation in the mind, have tons of
flaws, and before she could stop or push them away, they
assaulted her memory until she curled her pale knees to her
chest, holding them closely to her, a subconscious way of
finally awknowleging their beautiful realness. Her eyes stayed
transfixed upon the ever changing pool of water
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Gais Realta
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The distance of memory.
« Reply #1 on: December 08, 2011, 01:28:47 am »
Water is as "human" as any individual could hope to be. It
dances across the rocks in a brook, rages down river channels
while it slams into whatever it can reach. It muses while it
collects in clear pools all over the world, and gurgles at the
base of every waterfall.
James was no different, as it were. Even before he had taken up
the mantle of humanity, he had been every bit a person as the
beings that had danced around him, raged at his banks, mused at
his clairity, and drank from his waters. However, there were
major differences between being elemental and having a body...
That is what concerned James the most whilst he overlooked the
serenity of some lake, distant, alone, and unamed by the lips of
humankind. It was dusk here, and while the last stretched rays
skirted over the surface of the lake, the humaniod knelt by it's
rocky shore, whispering quietly as if to himself.
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