Thread: Thoughts, Memories and Combinations of Words.

Ultimately; it is not ending here; it is beginning.


You may be forgiven for interpreting an ending into a beginning.




Perhaps even alive.


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A blank face.

"Why?"


"Maybe... It wants something?"



"What does it want?"



"Quiet child."



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"Dynasty?"

No longer. I thought as much. However since I have been thrown; physically and mentally.


This isn't even real; how can it be?

SCREAMS.


"I don't understand the question actually."

She looks at me.

"No? Never mind. "


"It is finished; you may leave now."




We are walking; together. Doors lie open.

The cool air refreshes us. Maple trees overlook the roof; they long for the forest.

This is where we shall remain. 15 Minutes; maybe 20. We'll see how good you are.

"Beware. That gateway lies in disrepair; however you should not approach it."

"Why?"

"No-one alive knows why. Why shouldn't a gateway be in disrepair?"

"Does no-one care for such things?"


"What's to care for? Steel, paint?"

"Whats to care for? Flesh, bone?"


"Witty. Forget {SP?} the gateway. If I see you nearby I will take action."

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A phone rang.

"What time is it?"

"I heard she talked to him."

We hear applauds.

"Whatever went on two days ago?"

We hear laughter from the audience


==---Interlude---==

I am back.

"What happened? We were worried?"

I am back.


"That is good enough; my love."



Fleetingly; I glanced to the gate.


The gate glanced back.



I felt it's eyes on me.


Raping.

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The blank face remains.


It stares. It is void of emotion.









"Why is it staring at me?"



"What are you talking about, mother?"


"Why is the face staring at me?"


"What face?"


I look; my daughter gazes at me.


"Mother?"


The face.




A blank expression. It stares to the heavens and feels its cry.



I am not.



Once she is gone I remain.



I know I am watched.


I have to go back






It must be.. the only way?


No. I cannot accept defeat with such.. spinelessness.



"YOU ARE."

"What are you doing?!"

"
I have no purpose.

This.


Never.


Never.

Never."










...Never?





I ran.

Is this house mine?

It surely is becau-


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If I exist below the main text do I exist? I asked myself this and other questions as I stared up through the bars seperating me.

I find myself here. I am apparently no longer trapped in those bars. But;; With a slight raise I am.. how can this be.

I will find you; there will be a gateway.



I will find you.



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Outside in the park; things aren''t the same.


A thin fog surrounds me as I stumble.

Where have I been? Who was back there?


If I recall there was a face. A blank face; staring at me.


I was with someone.


Wasn't I?


I am lost. I am lost. I am lost.


The trees whisper amongst themselves as they watch.


They look on.


Where is this?

-The Forest


-The Forest.


It seems not.. What is in the forest?

The trees live there.

The trees; yes. I suspected it.

They aid each other; they pull. They strain from the ground; ripping and tearing. They live. Burning.



This is the forest.


-Then why is there stones?

Stones.


The stones talk to the trees. They too watch me stumble.

I see their true nature reflected upon the waters.

They are monoliths of the earth; taller than even a ferret.

No. No.

What is "Ferret?"

FURONE.

What did I think?

"FURONE"?

What is this?


Regardless.


The roots are creeping. Clawing at me.


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It has been at least two days,.

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I can't stand it. I can't stand it.

Youa re staring through me.

"The gateway stares at me!"

"Which gateway?"

"The gateway in disrepair!"

"None of our gateways are in disrepair. Why think such proposterous thoughts?!"

"You told me to beware the gateway."

"I did not."

"You did. Two days ago. I remember"

"There is no days here. There is no memory."



Shock sets in.


SHock.


The gateway calls.


I have to.

I have to


I have..




What?



I have...


What do you have?



"to."


Oh.





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Identity; it seems.



Who are these characters.


There is alot of dialogue; but I for one would appreciate seeing some narrative; at least explain who these people are. As it stands we are fumbling in the dark trying to follow these sparse clues.

EITHER WA-

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I trip. Fall..



The trees glare at me. I am near a stone.


"Who are you~?


This is our forest?



WHY WOULD YOU RAPE US~!"



i.

I.

Help.








There is no help to be found here. I see as much now.

I collapse.



The church is looming ahead.


I must make it to the church.


I cannot sleep here.


The trees whisper threats.




I must escape.


I must...





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I burst out; the doors fling aside.

The sun burns my face; I do not care. I run towards the gateway.





I must.

It feels me.


I must.



I must
I must







I pass through;


my flesh becomes cold, raw.



I wake up; alert.



On the darkness of the moor.


...

"Soon he will be leaving.."


They are crouched; watching through a gap.


"What is he doing?"



They look bemused.



"What is he achieving?"


They murmur; curses and all other foul words as they peep.




One laughs.


"He is ignorant; correct it"


"Correct what?" Another replies

"The trees. They do not menace our protagonist.

They love her."


He grins.

"Why?"

"How do you know?"

His voice trembles for a moment.


"I saw her"


DEATH.

THEY DIE.


But.



No buts.


They knew too much.

Roll credits.




-This is an ending.



Of course.

And... fade to black..

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What happened..?




Everything.. is black.


The church lights are out.


I must press on.


Regardless of the blackness; I still hear the trees.



Whispering.







They are not whispering to me.


Or each other.






-Who are they whispering to?




He.




Who?



The Grand


He.


They call his name.



They summon him; from below.


Reach the church; quicker. Speed is imperative at this point.




The forest is beginning to thin..

SHock.


It is returned. From the shadows of the forest.
A blank face; blocking my way.



Throughout.



RUN.



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I wake up; alert.



On the darkness of the moor.


How did I arrive?


-The gateway. It was forbidden. It has fallen into disrepair.


How did I arrive here?


Where am I.



I.. remember saying.. not long ago.. where I arrived.


The darkness of the.. the..


You know it. You can see it.


The moor. Thankyou.


Redness. Dark red.


Where is mother..


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He is come.

-Who?

The Grand.


-I must escape.


The church; it's doors flung open for me.


Warmth, light, death; all await me.

The blank face peers from the shadows of the forest; it rapes me.


Warmth.

Home.


Bathed in a pale gold light.


The candles flicker.

"Hello?"


-"You are welcome; to stay."


"Where are you"?


-It is not a question of where I am. Have faith woman. I need not tell you where I am.


"I believe."


-"Then it is done."




The hall is filled with bright white light. Fog seeps in the sides and a man materialises.




"Welcome to our parish" he says; eyeing me up and down. His eyes scrutinising me.


The church falls; its four corners collapse and I am left alone.


Everything is grey.


Grey,..



There is a sense of longing in here;


why can't I be at peace..

Memory.






Ahead there is a gateway.



..Should I pass through?



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"They gamble; in the darkened room."


"Why would this happen?"


The audience applaud.



"It happened two days ago already."


"Two days? That's tough."



"Where is she now?"


"The church."



"So be it."

He wonders, bloodily, whether there will be continuation.

An extention of that which we already know to have ended.

Bloodily, bloodily he wonders.

And somewhere, where the shadows meet and sunlight never reaches...

...somewhere...

He stops. Gets up. Goes home. Forgets his wonderment.

And lives on.



...I like this, Carou. You clearly have an interest in language, in sounds and rhythm and flow and structure.
I like.

Chaos.


Chaos.


Chaos.






The operators feud.


"What is it?!"


"She is gone."




"The gateway?"



"Possibly"







sOMETHING OCCURED.




He stops; bloodily. He resumes.



Who am I.



What am I.


I have.. existence.


What is"bloodily"?

I am alone in this.


What is "alone"?






Chaos.

Motion is no longer occuring.



There has been an unexpected turn.


From this point on; everything changes.

The sun sets forever.

Majesty..



Majesty..


Clear the thorns that are laid around me,
Clear my side..
I have a profound sense of right.
Honour me.

We bathe in a pale blue light. Soaking our skin.

Always.



When I awake from this; I expect you to be gone. Can you do this for me?

"I can."

The moon is rising.. suddenly... I can justify myself.

I am.










I shall descend.





The next morning was entirely different. When he awoke he felt like a new person. That day he saw Gabrielle again. She waved at him.

He walked slowly through the corridor; occasionaly looking from side to side; inspecting the rooms. He couldn't see her.
"Will!"
He turned quickly to see the nurse running towards him.
"..Yeah?"
"Your sister has been moved, to ward C"
He looked at her, appalled.
"Again?! You said that she was going to stay in that private room!"
He glared at the short woman. He truly felt angry, angry at himself as much as at the nurse; he had left her alone in this place.

The woman retorted
"Well, I'm sorry but we had a large shipment of fieldmice in yesterday; cases like your sister's need to be put to one side in comparison!"
Will turned; a puzzled look on his face.
"Fieldmice.. in a hospital?"

The nurse smiled and replied;
"Of course. We need them to eat the corpses of the recently deceased."
Will stopped dead and stared at the woman, not even stammering. His blood began to boil again..
"What..?!"
"I said we need to import coal in order to dispose of used syringes. I don't see what's so scary about that Will."
She hurried away down a corridor, her oversized backside wriggling energetically.
Will stood stock still. A look of utter confusion on his face.
In the corner of his eye he thought he saw a blank face looking at him through the window.


There is nothing.
Nothing.

Nothing.


Where am I??

tHE GATEWAY..

pass through it;

will you.. for me.. darling?


I shall.



I approach it; I can hear the trees behind me. Cursing and shouting.




I step through.




Into the moor.

Man's never content with what he has.



His existence results
in countless deaths.



Striving for the basics of life



he condemns thousands to death.



He fights in pursuit of peace.



That's the world man has built.



I'll destroy it and make a new one.



A paradise.



You kill others
with the same dream.













What are you fighting for?



If you kill us, will it be over?



Will that bring peace and simplicity?



Can man live like that?







... stop dreaming.



If man doesn't change,
there'll be no end.



History and religion prove it.



Can you tell between good and evil?



Join with me.



Let's make a new world.










It's over.



There's no going back.















Was I wrong?



I fought for good reasons.



Just like he said...



I don't know right from wrong.



If you embrace hatred,



your enemy does too.



In this way...



nothing changes.