A starlit night (page 3)

Gregor

after days of overcast a cold front came through and left our night sky sparkling with diamonds.

I went into the garden and stood for a moment staring up through the winter naked trees

could easily see the diaphonous band of the Milky Way

A feeling of peace came over me that lifted me and gave me a sense of relief

As I turned to seek my hearth I realized that in my reverie I had peed on the cat

awildflower

..............as the cat scurried through the fallen leaves and up the broken bark,

I felt my body quiver and my mind go blank all alone in dark.

For I never knew the pace of a cat, in the black, behind my back ready to attack.

And as I contemplated this predicament as I finished the all natural,

I pondered the question, am I in cat Hell??

John Doe

In a fitful dream of shimmering imgages and bare toothed succubuses, he reached through and grabbed onto the only consciousness he had left, and waited through the hours of darkness before morning.

John Doe

With slit yellow eyes and a glowing stare, the pussy plots underneath a chair.

Lonesome winds whisper through the dark valley surrounding the highway that is my soul. I carry a lantern burning from the precarious end of a wick that is shortened with every breath I steal from the hollow vast dampness that wafts through my memories like so many lost thoughts. Somehow I find the courage to continue, for continuing is the only way through the darkness.

Yet continuing, I know the wind will blow, even though the answers play merrily just beyond the damp darkness, capering around like so many fuzzy puppies. The tiny wick burns slowly, its tired breath illuminating the edges of the path, then following into the darkness beyond the current thoughts of motion. There is no rest, only the forward motion, fighting against the darkness.

Sometimes I fear my lantern holds a fuse, not a wick. But these thoughts I push away like so many wolf's eyes glaring from the bushes, hungry and feeling their prize. Rain falls and bridges tremble from the waves somewhere in the darkness, and yet the lantern burns. Ever advancing I take another step, and keep walking.

crapola

You can be really deep JD. This is really a good plot so far.

John Doe

The retarded boy held his special olympic trophy high above his head, laughing at the sparkles its edges caught from the sunlight.

A starlit night

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