It was dark. Cars passed by slowly, quickly, and every speed in between. The long road extended to the horizon, where the moon gave the cars a last glimmer of hope, before they fell off of the face of the earth. The headlights were fluorescent shades of yellow and white, and the tail was a faint red. The cars usually looked to be the same shades of black. Some darker, some lighter, but black was a happy medium.
It was cold. The breeze fluttered by innocently. It seemed to grab hold of everything for a slight moment, and drop it back into place, just as an artist touches up a piece of work. The air was crisp, and smelled of a fresh harvest. The clouds began to hide their gray shadows. Perhaps they were embarrassed of the beauty of the moon. Nevertheless, this caused the rain to cease, and the worms peered out of their holes.
It was chaos. The birds always seemed extra hungry after the rain. One after the other, the birds glided to the wet grass to pick up a midnight snack. The mother would always bring back food for the chicks, and they would chirp and claw at each other, as if the mother would never go back for more. The mother went back, until the grass dried and morning came. It’s assumed the chicks were full, but the mother, still hungry would go look for more. She had not eaten.
The day came. Cars still raced off the edge of the earth. The breeze continued its journey, as if day had never came. The mother began to teach the chicks to fly.
Night came. Cars passed by still, illuminating the road below. The clouds were jealous of the beauty of the moon, and covered it completely. A faint bit of light shown on a cloud. More clouds came, until the moon was gone. The breeze was heavier now. The breeze became wind, and the wind became jealous of the calmness of the breeze. The wind was fierce, until the birds knew there would be no breeze ever again.
The cars passed by. Rain did not fall. Birds fell. One by one. The chicks learned to fly. The cars passed by. Rain did not fall. Birds fell. One by one. The wind blew. The chicks learned to fly. The wind carried them. The chicks fell into the fluorescent light.
The cars passed by. The rain came. With the rain, the wind died down to a breeze, and the mother bird went for worms. She was hungry. The rain washed away the asphalt grave.
Day began. Everything was in its place. Nothing had changed.
| I'd have to disagree with Ellesmera on what she said...this is not long at all..and if someone does not have to attention span to last through a small piece like this, i wonder how they make through a day?...anyhows i liked this piece a lot..it was weird..it was a long cycle, day by day it would occur..|
"The clouds began to hide their gray shadows. Perhaps they were embarrassed of the beauty of the moon."
I LOVED THESE LINES TO DEATH!!!..It was so wow...great picture in my head..i thought this whole story was just great.It was interesting i wanted to read more, but you ended it off perfectly i must say...anywhos, keep up the AWSOME work!!!
|| Posted on 2006-04-04 00:00:00 | by rainbowXrazors | [ Reply to This ] || too long! way too long. i mean most people don't |
have eanough attention span, let alone time to read that. sorry if its a bad comment but bwhen i saw this in need a comment link i thought i wonder why?
|| Posted on 2006-04-04 00:00:00 | by ellesmera | [ Reply to This ] || wow so this was long? ha she obviously hasn't read gone with the wind. what can i say abou this. It was descptive. Very. and i guess it was about how nobody realizes the little things. And as things changes everything stays the same. Confusing yes but that's how i saw it.|
|| Posted on 2006-04-11 00:00:00 | by Poeticprincess | [ Reply to This ] |