You are either not logged in or not registered with our community. Click here to register.
 
December 09, 2016, 11:42:06 AM

Welcome, Guest. Please login or register.
Did you miss your activation email?

Login with username, password and session length

Click here if you are having problems.
Default Wide Screen Beige Lilac Rainbow Black & Blue October Send us your theme!

Hark!  The Herald!
Holiday Issue 2016

Wiki Blogs Dicebot

Author Topic: Last time I felt compelled to write, this is what I wrote about.  (Read 496 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Offline DaatTopic starter

Her grey-blue eyes pull me into them. Their inner edges pointing sharply towards the length of her nose, drawing my attention to her lips, slivers that are tidy when solemn, curvy and spacious when jovial. And my gaze returns to those eyes, this time seemingly bluer, tracing the outer edges that draw me to the dark brown tendrils adorning the pale moon glow of her face they fall to her shoulders and hug her neck with some distant strands strewn across her forehead. Around her neck is the proud history of an island, in silver circular form.

The grey-blue eyes. They are the ethereal conduit to her house of dreams. Ideas scattered all over the floor. Doors open to the current and future breezes all about the yard. They pivot to the strong winds of the past. Her house walls are lined by windows to sample the heat and coolness of the skies. A fireplace lit by her innermost feelings, flickering and inviting, passionate and alive.  Always loving, giving, and consoling. Understanding and pardoning.

The conduit painstakingly collapses then. I feel cold shirked away from the flames. I feel blind, devoid of the windows. I feel impervious to winds with no doors to open or close. Sterile is how my foot perceives the touch of the ground beneath me. I feel lost. The grey blue begins to fade in to darkness. The slivers turn tidy. A shadow is cast over her face. But before they cover her eyes, I see the dark brown reflection of my eyes, an endless, mystical knot, infinitely bounded.  I close them to preserve what memory I can.

Offline Dulcia

  • Your light when all other lights go out
  • Liege
  • Enchanted
  • *
  • Join Date: Jul 2015
  • Location: the inner mechanations of my mind
  • Won't you come into my parlour?
  • My Role Play Preferences
  • View My Rolls
  • Referrals: 0
Re: Last time I felt compelled to write, this is what I wrote about.
« Reply #1 on: July 18, 2015, 11:08:21 PM »
Nice work Daat, your writing flows effortlessly and your descriptions are rich and vivid. Thank you for sharing and good luck in the approval process.

Offline DaatTopic starter

Re: Last time I felt compelled to write, this is what I wrote about.
« Reply #2 on: July 20, 2015, 12:38:39 PM »
Thank you for the kind words, Dulcia. I look forward to getting past the approval process and collaborating with other writers soon- I am anticipating it'd be a new experience for me all together!