Why is he hanging there where is everyone— why why why oh no-no-no-no-no this can’t be happening no I won’t let this happen I won’t-I won’t-I WON’T why is he not looking why is he not looking where is everyone the air is too cold I’m freezing I can’t feel no-no-no I need to focus there’s a hand there’s a hand but why is he not not grabbing it no-no-no-no what is he doing WHAT IS HE DOING— the air is too cold the sky is too dark there are no clouds I can see the stars I can feel the wind it’s too cold-too cold-too cold grab it-grab it-GRAB IT—
He tries to cry out for help, tries to get the youngster’s attention. But he is too far out, too out in the open. No one can see or hear his shout. It won’t dawn upon anyone that a man is literally about to drop from several notably feet in the air into the lake below. He was right to worry; his ignorance has now brought forth his doom. And yet he struggles—he tries to maintain his balance, tries to hold the fragile framework together for just a little longer so he can reach the end.
The landing pad is nowhere in sight, however, and his hands start loosening their grip.
Is this how it ends? Waking up without a clue of his former identity, leading forth by a kind family, falling to his death at the first taste of adventure? He is fortunate enough…he gets to experience unacquainted love before the world crushes his existence. His bare, limited existence. Is this how everything will end? No explanation? No justice?
No repentance?
There’s a hand there’s a hand— Reaching-reaching down oh he finally saw it now please please please yes-yes that’s it keep going don’t stop-don’t stop-DON’T STOP if he falls will the ground— no-no-no don’t think-don’t think-DON’T THINK it won’t happen it won’t happen the ground has nothing on it there is nothing-nothing-nothing-NOTHING if he falls oh if he falls please don’t fall please hang on-hang on-HANG ON no-no-no-no what is he doing what is he—
-last edited on Oct 21, 2018 2:13:36 GMT by TeaLeaf❀: Open your eyes
Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Oct 21, 2018 2:10:05 GMT
He says nothing when the rope finally breaks, and he starts to slip. His hands feel numb, and he has no more strength to give. So this is what hopelessness does to people: it steals away their last breath and taunts them with images of their life. Only he has no life to remember. Only he has nothing to recall.
He is nothing.
No-no-no-no-no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY IS IT SLIPPING WHY IS IT SLIPPING HE’S FALLING HE’S FALLING NO NO NO WHERE ARE THE OTHERS WHERE ARE THEY WHY AM I HERE WHY AM I NOT—
Why am I not—
There is no pain when his body hit the water…there is only a loud splash as the thinning ice gives away. He doesn’t know if the youngster heard him. He doesn’t care anymore. He will drift alone under the waves, surrounded by liquid that will still his beating heart. When morning arrives, and he is found, the pain will be no more.
He will be gone.
In the last few moments of his life, he struggles to open his eyes. They are half-closed, unable to handle the crushing pressure. He wants to see the lake for what it is. He wants to see how blue, how dark, the water is, and the creatures residing within. He wants to know how it all ended, and he keeps them open for as long as he can.
Ha…ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA there is no use there is no use he is going to FALL and there is no use even if I go there is no use THERE IS NO USE no-no-no-no but I can’t I can’t just let him go— no-no-no-no-no wait listen-listen-LISTEN remember what he said remember REMEMBER there is no use there is no use—
This was destined to happen—
At last, he sees.
He sees the bottom of the lake: the rocks and vegetations scattered across the final layer, the fishes parting away, the bubbles coming out of his mouth and disappearing into the faraway surface. The cables tangle around his legs and drag him downwards without resistance from his frozen body, from the waves.
He says nothing when the rope finally breaks, and he starts to slip. His hands feel numb, and he has no more strength to give. So this is what hopelessness does to people: it steals away their last breath and taunts them with images of their life. Only he has no life to remember. Only he has nothing to recall.
He is nothing.
No-no-no-no-no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY IS IT SLIPPING WHY IS IT SLIPPING HE’S FALLING HE’S FALLING NO NO NO WHERE ARE THE OTHERS WHERE ARE THEY WHY AM I HERE WHY AM I NOT—
Why am I not—
There is no pain when his body hit the water…there is only a loud splash as the thinning ice gives away. He doesn’t know if the youngster heard him. He doesn’t care anymore. He will drift alone under the waves, surrounded by liquid that will still his beating heart. When morning arrives, and he is found, the pain will be no more.
He will be gone.
In the last few moments of his life, he struggles to open his eyes. They are half-closed, unable to handle the crushing pressure. He wants to see the lake for what it is. He wants to see how blue, how dark, the water is, and the creatures residing within. He wants to know how it all ended, and he keeps them open for as long as he can.
Ha…ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA there is no use there is no use he is going to FALL and there is no use even if I go there is no use THERE IS NO USE no-no-no-no but I can’t I can’t just let him go— no-no-no-no-no wait listen-listen-LISTEN remember what he said remember REMEMBER there is no use there is no use—
This was destined to happen—
At last, he sees.
He sees the bottom of the lake: the rocks and vegetations scattered across the final layer, the fishes parting away, the bubbles coming out of his mouth and disappearing into the faraway surface. The cables tangle around his legs and drag him downwards without resistance from his frozen body, from the waves.
And he sees…
~~~~~~~ And he sees---
O.o
The words, Leaf. . . the emotion. . . those feelings and terror you brought to the page. . . just, beautiful. . .
He says nothing when the rope finally breaks, and he starts to slip. His hands feel numb, and he has no more strength to give. So this is what hopelessness does to people: it steals away their last breath and taunts them with images of their life. Only he has no life to remember. Only he has nothing to recall.
He is nothing.
No-no-no-no-no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY IS IT SLIPPING WHY IS IT SLIPPING HE’S FALLING HE’S FALLING NO NO NO WHERE ARE THE OTHERS WHERE ARE THEY WHY AM I HERE WHY AM I NOT—
Why am I not—
There is no pain when his body hit the water…there is only a loud splash as the thinning ice gives away. He doesn’t know if the youngster heard him. He doesn’t care anymore. He will drift alone under the waves, surrounded by liquid that will still his beating heart. When morning arrives, and he is found, the pain will be no more.
He will be gone.
In the last few moments of his life, he struggles to open his eyes. They are half-closed, unable to handle the crushing pressure. He wants to see the lake for what it is. He wants to see how blue, how dark, the water is, and the creatures residing within. He wants to know how it all ended, and he keeps them open for as long as he can.
Ha…ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA there is no use there is no use he is going to FALL and there is no use even if I go there is no use THERE IS NO USE no-no-no-no but I can’t I can’t just let him go— no-no-no-no-no wait listen-listen-LISTEN remember what he said remember REMEMBER there is no use there is no use—
This was destined to happen—
At last, he sees.
He sees the bottom of the lake: the rocks and vegetations scattered across the final layer, the fishes parting away, the bubbles coming out of his mouth and disappearing into the faraway surface. The cables tangle around his legs and drag him downwards without resistance from his frozen body, from the waves.
And he sees…
~~~~~~~ And he sees---
O.o
The words, Leaf. . . the emotion. . . those feelings and terror you brought to the page. . . just, beautiful. . .
--and he sees WHAT?!
Burt, noooo. . . ! ó.ò
ovO
Ahhh thank you! I remember pouring it all out in a single night---I've been picturing/bottling up this scene for a while, you see, and just finally seeing it in words was the greatest highlight of my day. ^^
The words, Leaf. . . the emotion. . . those feelings and terror you brought to the page. . . just, beautiful. . .
--and he sees WHAT?!
Burt, noooo. . . ! ó.ò
ovO
Ahhh thank you! I remember pouring it all out in a single night---I've been picturing/bottling up this scene for a while, you see, and just finally seeing it in words was the greatest highlight of my day. ^^
--well, it has to be somethin'--
I'm sorry, Bert.. .
You're welcome! You really ought to be proud, it's so well-done.
Ahhh thank you! I remember pouring it all out in a single night---I've been picturing/bottling up this scene for a while, you see, and just finally seeing it in words was the greatest highlight of my day. ^^
--well, it has to be somethin'--
I'm sorry, Bert.. .
You're welcome! You really ought to be proud, it's so well-done.
You're welcome! You really ought to be proud, it's so well-done.
But WHAT?
Tell me he's gonna be OK.
Awww thanks!
SOMETHING COOL(?)---
I-I...uh... *coughs*
^.^
*glares at you coldly* If my little boy isn't alive and kicking by the end of this weekend, you are going to have a very angry and very violent tigress in your topic.
He says nothing when the rope finally breaks, and he starts to slip. His hands feel numb, and he has no more strength to give. So this is what hopelessness does to people: it steals away their last breath and taunts them with images of their life. Only he has no life to remember. Only he has nothing to recall.
He is nothing.
No-no-no-no-no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY IS IT SLIPPING WHY IS IT SLIPPING HE’S FALLING HE’S FALLING NO NO NO WHERE ARE THE OTHERS WHERE ARE THEY WHY AM I HERE WHY AM I NOT—
Why am I not—
There is no pain when his body hit the water…there is only a loud splash as the thinning ice gives away. He doesn’t know if the youngster heard him. He doesn’t care anymore. He will drift alone under the waves, surrounded by liquid that will still his beating heart. When morning arrives, and he is found, the pain will be no more.
He will be gone.
In the last few moments of his life, he struggles to open his eyes. They are half-closed, unable to handle the crushing pressure. He wants to see the lake for what it is. He wants to see how blue, how dark, the water is, and the creatures residing within. He wants to know how it all ended, and he keeps them open for as long as he can.
Ha…ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA there is no use there is no use he is going to FALL and there is no use even if I go there is no use THERE IS NO USE no-no-no-no but I can’t I can’t just let him go— no-no-no-no-no wait listen-listen-LISTEN remember what he said remember REMEMBER there is no use there is no use—
This was destined to happen—
At last, he sees.
He sees the bottom of the lake: the rocks and vegetations scattered across the final layer, the fishes parting away, the bubbles coming out of his mouth and disappearing into the faraway surface. The cables tangle around his legs and drag him downwards without resistance from his frozen body, from the waves.
And he sees…
~~~~~~~ And he sees---
Okay, that's just mean! You're not allowed to leave us on gripping cliffhangers!
Why is he hanging there where is everyone— why why why oh no-no-no-no-no this can’t be happening no I won’t let this happen I won’t-I won’t-I WON’T why is he not looking why is he not looking where is everyone the air is too cold I’m freezing I can’t feel no-no-no I need to focus there’s a hand there’s a hand but why is he not not grabbing it no-no-no-no what is he doing WHAT IS HE DOING— the air is too cold the sky is too dark there are no clouds I can see the stars I can feel the wind it’s too cold-too cold-too cold grab it-grab it-GRAB IT—
He tries to cry out for help, tries to get the youngster’s attention. But he is too far out, too out in the open. No one can see or hear his shout. It won’t dawn upon anyone that a man is literally about to drop from several notably feet in the air into the lake below. He was right to worry; his ignorance has now brought forth his doom. And yet he struggles—he tries to maintain his balance, tries to hold the fragile framework together for just a little longer so he can reach the end.
The landing pad is nowhere in sight, however, and his hands start loosening their grip.
Is this how it ends? Waking up without a clue of his former identity, leading forth by a kind family, falling to his death at the first taste of adventure? He is fortunate enough…he gets to experience unacquainted love before the world crushes his existence. His bare, limited existence. Is this how everything will end? No explanation? No justice?
No repentance?
There’s a hand there’s a hand— Reaching-reaching down oh he finally saw it now please please please yes-yes that’s it keep going don’t stop-don’t stop-DON’T STOP if he falls will the ground— no-no-no don’t think-don’t think-DON’T THINK it won’t happen it won’t happen the ground has nothing on it there is nothing-nothing-nothing-NOTHING if he falls oh if he falls please don’t fall please hang on-hang on-HANG ON no-no-no-no what is he doing what is he—
He says nothing when the rope finally breaks, and he starts to slip. His hands feel numb, and he has no more strength to give. So this is what hopelessness does to people: it steals away their last breath and taunts them with images of their life. Only he has no life to remember. Only he has nothing to recall.
He is nothing.
No-no-no-no-no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY IS IT SLIPPING WHY IS IT SLIPPING HE’S FALLING HE’S FALLING NO NO NO WHERE ARE THE OTHERS WHERE ARE THEY WHY AM I HERE WHY AM I NOT—
Why am I not—
There is no pain when his body hit the water…there is only a loud splash as the thinning ice gives away. He doesn’t know if the youngster heard him. He doesn’t care anymore. He will drift alone under the waves, surrounded by liquid that will still his beating heart. When morning arrives, and he is found, the pain will be no more.
He will be gone.
In the last few moments of his life, he struggles to open his eyes. They are half-closed, unable to handle the crushing pressure. He wants to see the lake for what it is. He wants to see how blue, how dark, the water is, and the creatures residing within. He wants to know how it all ended, and he keeps them open for as long as he can.
Ha…ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA there is no use there is no use he is going to FALL and there is no use even if I go there is no use THERE IS NO USE no-no-no-no but I can’t I can’t just let him go— no-no-no-no-no wait listen-listen-LISTEN remember what he said remember REMEMBER there is no use there is no use—
This was destined to happen—
At last, he sees.
He sees the bottom of the lake: the rocks and vegetations scattered across the final layer, the fishes parting away, the bubbles coming out of his mouth and disappearing into the faraway surface. The cables tangle around his legs and drag him downwards without resistance from his frozen body, from the waves.
*glares at you coldly* If my little boy isn't alive and kicking by the end of this weekend, you are going to have a very angry and very violent tigress in your topic.
^v^
*nervous laughter as I search for the closest exit*
He says nothing when the rope finally breaks, and he starts to slip. His hands feel numb, and he has no more strength to give. So this is what hopelessness does to people: it steals away their last breath and taunts them with images of their life. Only he has no life to remember. Only he has nothing to recall.
He is nothing.
No-no-no-no-no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY IS IT SLIPPING WHY IS IT SLIPPING HE’S FALLING HE’S FALLING NO NO NO WHERE ARE THE OTHERS WHERE ARE THEY WHY AM I HERE WHY AM I NOT—
Why am I not—
There is no pain when his body hit the water…there is only a loud splash as the thinning ice gives away. He doesn’t know if the youngster heard him. He doesn’t care anymore. He will drift alone under the waves, surrounded by liquid that will still his beating heart. When morning arrives, and he is found, the pain will be no more.
He will be gone.
In the last few moments of his life, he struggles to open his eyes. They are half-closed, unable to handle the crushing pressure. He wants to see the lake for what it is. He wants to see how blue, how dark, the water is, and the creatures residing within. He wants to know how it all ended, and he keeps them open for as long as he can.
Ha…ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA there is no use there is no use he is going to FALL and there is no use even if I go there is no use THERE IS NO USE no-no-no-no but I can’t I can’t just let him go— no-no-no-no-no wait listen-listen-LISTEN remember what he said remember REMEMBER there is no use there is no use—
This was destined to happen—
At last, he sees.
He sees the bottom of the lake: the rocks and vegetations scattered across the final layer, the fishes parting away, the bubbles coming out of his mouth and disappearing into the faraway surface. The cables tangle around his legs and drag him downwards without resistance from his frozen body, from the waves.
And he sees…
~~~~~~~ And he sees---
Okay, that's just mean! You're not allowed to leave us on gripping cliffhangers!
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