~ Prosper and The Train ~ [8-31-17]
"What is on your mind, Prosper?"
"Hm? Oh... Not much."
The sounds of the train rolling along steel tracks seemed to blend into a an ambiance, even drowning out some conversations within. Prosper is a young man, hardly a young adult, yet he always...
UTOPIA
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The streets are paved with smooth stone brick, buildings of masonry and carpentry stand mighty over passerby citizens. Sweet spice aroma can be smelled from all over, as well as smells of fresh bread and roasted meats. A clockwork society works routine lives fulfilling...
"Greetings Mr Silas, nice to see you here again." The assistant says with a wide grin, wide enough to look painful. Silas walks into the room, and sees his desk untouched since the last week he had been there. Sitting in the chair, he notices that the dust had never been cleaned, and the lamp...
Such a lovely day to walk in the woods, is it not? The rain is sprinkling, the canopy of leaves shields us. The moonlight shines through the trees, illuminating the flowers and vines. The path is unpaved, no forks in the road to take. Why not smell a flower? They are rather lovely, white roses...
"Then we shall fall from the sky, and drown as Icarus drowned." He says with a smile. She looks back to the marionette, and fetches it to bring to the table. Lifting its arms, she starts to cut wings from a patch of fabric on the table. "Why don't the Valkyrie fall." She asks, bending brass wire...
Tic, toc, tik, tok,
The clock talks
Pit, pat, ratatat
The rain drums in a rasp
Tip, tap, tap, tip
The pen softly taps
Badum, bum, bududum
The heart beats in the bosom
Tik, tok, tic, bing, bang
The clock strikes midnight as bells rang
Smoke mixed with vapors, the youthful engineer brings the tobacco to his lips, and puffs out the dark clouds mixing with the coffee steam. The underside of his pinky stained with shiny lead. His eyes show a strong emotion through the thick smoke, frustration and inspiration. Most dreadful mix of...
The snow fell in bitter clumps, the berserk men are laying on the ground with cold skin. The warrior braces himself for a relentless fight, and the men charge with a fierce battle-cry. Sounds of yelling turned to sounds of screaming and gore choked pleads, the factions of these blood curdling...
The study is silent of all sounds but the steady tapping rain outside. The wind blows the curtains into a free spirited dance through the open window, blissfully celebrating in spite of the bitter cold of the bleak night. The candles are blown out by the escaping breeze, returning the room to...
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