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Karl

:: NoWayEdward
:: QA7 Taking responsibility

There was silence in the room, followed by a dimly lit fire which eventually led to a spread of warmth in the area. I couldn't believe the intoxicating feeling I had been getting. It sent chills down my spine, everytime the speakers blared out her voice at me, I was incaptivated, trapped like a fly in a web. I sat on the brown, rusty bars of what was once a chair, although painful it was to sit on the frame, nothing could really make me wake up from the trance. In truth, I dreamt not about that woman but about life, about a man I had such un-ending lust for. There was emotion at first, but emotion quickly became a craving, it terrified me. At 1:50 I fell asleep, the next time I woke up it was 9:56 in the morning. All seemed well in the neighbourhood, Twelve white and vintage looking poles lined the entrance of every home. This angered most, as they couldn't park cars inside their driveway, something which the council couldn't help as these poles were in some way historic. To think, something that horrid looking could make it's way into a civilization and just stay there. As I walked back inside the shelter of my house, I noticed an elderly Mrs. Weston staring at me, her eyes almost as red as the blood dripping from her open finger wound. A disturbing sight at best, I was only mildly creeped out by her frail, lifeless and hunched posture. I preceded inside while closing the door behind me, it gave a few resistant moves before finally closing fully, blasted thing is older than Weston in my opnion. However, the day dragged on with the thoughts of last night stuck in my head, the man I dreamed about was of course a regular at my workplace. Everyday, he would sit by the window and order some tea while carefully unfolding a new edition of a random newspaper or magazine. I knew exactly the type of tea, the amount of sugar and milk it needed, and everday I would take his order with a smile. I was unfortunately shy however, never bringing up the courage to ask him 'How is the day going for you?' or some form of greeting. I merely just admired him, his great blue eyes, that sexy hairstyle he had and of course his tone of voice. Everything about him that I knew just soothed me. Today was different though, today he never showed up, it was the strangest thing, even when he had holidays we would know, but now he mysteriously dissappeared. I shrugged it off though, I mean one day isn't that odd, he's probably late or not in the mood for tea. I came up with a lot of things, I fell into a weird fantasy where the pipes grew faces and began talking to me with curious intent. They persuaded me to express everything to them, and after I had finished speaking I felt mentally violated. Such weird and eccentric imagination seems dangerous, yet it was something that not even parents could get rid of. From that moment, I felt a shadow among me, it leered with at me with it's great dark eyes. They followed me to the supermraket that night, the man, Mrs. Weston, everything strange that happened today was attacking my mind. I carefully folded the shopping list in my hand and placed it in my back pocket, it hadn't much stuff on it, so I could easily remenber what I needed. 1 tin of Tomatoes, Flour, Castor Sugar, Variety of vegtables, spices, milk, some snacks and the usual cereal that I get. It took just 20 minutes to have everything bought and paid for but that wasn't completely the case. I was becoming faint and was now believing that I could see a person in the corner of my eye. I couldn't be sure if they were really there but it felt like it. At around 9 pm I returned home that day, The street was alligned with fog and illuminated poles. For a while it was eery yet my cool remained, although if I am quite sure, I distinctly remember seeing out of the corner of my eye what I believe to be Mrs. Weston again. The picture of her face from earlier on remained inside me, those eyes , her distinct posture, everything that I shuddered about was there or was it?
Should I continue This Please reply if you like it and give constructive crticism.

There is no hope without salvation, there is no life without destruction, in this desolate world we can only rely on the unknown for our minds shame the very ground.

Post: #669028

, Mon 23 Jul 12, 10:18PM

Olivia

:: lylyzz
:: QA4 A spot of tea please, Alfred!

So, you posted on my feedback post a while back, and I decided to return the favor, so I found some of your stuff. Anyway, I know this post was ages ago, but I honestly love it. It's very well written, and your dialect totally had my imagination captured. I fell right in line with the narrator becoming slowly more suspicious of the surroundings, and I loved every word of it. I'm not sure if you decided to continue it or not, but I'm definitely on the edge of my seat waiting for some more now.

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Post: #673199

, Wed 8 Aug 12, 5:59AM

Karl

:: NoWayEdward
:: QA7 Taking responsibility

Oh you liked it, thanks emm, do you want me to continue it on this thread or a new thread O-O? I'd be happy to, I just thought that nobody was really reading my stuff anymore.

There is no hope without salvation, there is no life without destruction, in this desolate world we can only rely on the unknown for our minds shame the very ground.

Post: #673235

, Wed 8 Aug 12, 1:22PM

Olivia

:: lylyzz
:: QA4 A spot of tea please, Alfred!

Either way. Haha, what ever you'd like I guess. But I know how you feel kind of. No one's really reading my stuff at the moment either.

Post: #673268

, Wed 8 Aug 12, 6:53PM

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