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<blockquote data-quote="Sniktch" data-source="post: 588074" data-attributes="member: 7704"><p><strong>Stop the Madness</strong></p><p></p><p>Hmm, its been a long time. Let me throw this back up to the top and see if I can draw a comment or two this time <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /></p><p></p><p>Also, I was going through stuff in the attic, and found this piece I wrote when I was 16. Here it is for your enjoyment/amusement:</p><p></p><p><strong>Stop the Madness</strong> </p><p></p><p>That clock - the oven clock in Mom’s kitchen, blinking after a storm because no one reset it - that clock is behind it all. It blinks perpetual midnight into the room. 12:00 AM... 12:00 AM... 12:00 AM... The ghostly greenish glow of the flashing time illuminates the room somewhat. After your eyes adjust to the dark, then you can see the room where it is always the witching hour. </p><p></p><p>In the center of the room a small impish child swings from the slowly revolving one-bladed fan, laughing with evil glee. Father doesn’t hear him; father doesn’t care; father was eaten by a horse yesterday, a large black stallion with wolfish fangs. The Panzer cat strolls slowly across the room, his dumb eyes purring and his open mouth staring. It has just eaten the horse, and now wants to nap. Outside the window the nuts hunt the squirrels.</p><p></p><p>The man’s watch beeped. The man heard this only faintly, for the Panzer cat had eaten his watch. The watch beeped again and the man’s left eye twitched. He was seated in the chair with no bottom and he had fallen through to the floor. The Panzer cat, which had eaten his watch, and also eaten the wolfish horse that ate his father, was sitting on his foot. The man put his cigarette in his ear and exhaled. A cloud of thick yellow smoke wafted out and curled around the swinging changeling’s leg. The watch beeped again and Panzer cat looked upset. The man inhaled and closed his eyes and went...</p><p></p><p>Skipping through fields of lilacs gold and blue he ran with his love, his only love that would be. The sun danced in her hair beneath the clear night sky and life twinkled in her eyes. They tumbled together through the fields of flowers while the birds sang overhead.</p><p></p><p>Time once promised to halt and wait while the young lovers played, but alas! Time lied and his love found herself late and the Furies to pay if she did not return home. She drove off in her petite red car and promised to return.</p><p></p><p>He sat long after parting, while rain fell upon him and lightning danced above. As he rose to return to his private hell the great Crash echoed through the woods. He ran and ran but Oh! too late - his love was dead. Not only had Time lied but his love as well - she would not return to him. Was it the rain or his tears coursing down his cheeks as he whispered, “I fancy tripping through lilacs gold and blue.”</p><p></p><p>He flinched in his chair at the memory, arriving slowly back at the present. He sat in the chair with no bottom, his bottom resting on the ground and his legs splayed above him and almost complete darkness surrounded him. All was quiet save the beeping of the watch as the Panzer cat galloped away, the light flashing 12:00 AM, and the changeling cackling as it swung from the fan.</p><p></p><p>“Stop the madness...” he whispered.</p><p></p><p>Heat built up inside of him and he closed his eyes, hoping to end the pain. Soon it ended, all of it - the memories, the madness, the misery.</p><p></p><p>The man spontaneously combusted.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sniktch, post: 588074, member: 7704"] [b]Stop the Madness[/b] Hmm, its been a long time. Let me throw this back up to the top and see if I can draw a comment or two this time :D Also, I was going through stuff in the attic, and found this piece I wrote when I was 16. Here it is for your enjoyment/amusement: [B]Stop the Madness[/B] That clock - the oven clock in Mom’s kitchen, blinking after a storm because no one reset it - that clock is behind it all. It blinks perpetual midnight into the room. 12:00 AM... 12:00 AM... 12:00 AM... The ghostly greenish glow of the flashing time illuminates the room somewhat. After your eyes adjust to the dark, then you can see the room where it is always the witching hour. In the center of the room a small impish child swings from the slowly revolving one-bladed fan, laughing with evil glee. Father doesn’t hear him; father doesn’t care; father was eaten by a horse yesterday, a large black stallion with wolfish fangs. The Panzer cat strolls slowly across the room, his dumb eyes purring and his open mouth staring. It has just eaten the horse, and now wants to nap. Outside the window the nuts hunt the squirrels. The man’s watch beeped. The man heard this only faintly, for the Panzer cat had eaten his watch. The watch beeped again and the man’s left eye twitched. He was seated in the chair with no bottom and he had fallen through to the floor. The Panzer cat, which had eaten his watch, and also eaten the wolfish horse that ate his father, was sitting on his foot. The man put his cigarette in his ear and exhaled. A cloud of thick yellow smoke wafted out and curled around the swinging changeling’s leg. The watch beeped again and Panzer cat looked upset. The man inhaled and closed his eyes and went... Skipping through fields of lilacs gold and blue he ran with his love, his only love that would be. The sun danced in her hair beneath the clear night sky and life twinkled in her eyes. They tumbled together through the fields of flowers while the birds sang overhead. Time once promised to halt and wait while the young lovers played, but alas! Time lied and his love found herself late and the Furies to pay if she did not return home. She drove off in her petite red car and promised to return. He sat long after parting, while rain fell upon him and lightning danced above. As he rose to return to his private hell the great Crash echoed through the woods. He ran and ran but Oh! too late - his love was dead. Not only had Time lied but his love as well - she would not return to him. Was it the rain or his tears coursing down his cheeks as he whispered, “I fancy tripping through lilacs gold and blue.” He flinched in his chair at the memory, arriving slowly back at the present. He sat in the chair with no bottom, his bottom resting on the ground and his legs splayed above him and almost complete darkness surrounded him. All was quiet save the beeping of the watch as the Panzer cat galloped away, the light flashing 12:00 AM, and the changeling cackling as it swung from the fan. “Stop the madness...” he whispered. Heat built up inside of him and he closed his eyes, hoping to end the pain. Soon it ended, all of it - the memories, the madness, the misery. The man spontaneously combusted. [/QUOTE]
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