Drift

It drifts, through darkness, a hollow space created especially and wholly for this one being, a twisted entity lurching and moving and grabbing at shadow. The dark hollow space is encased in a strange shape, the container once holding smoothed edges and bright, pulsating color. Inside of this place is darkness and only darkness, where the one single creature of the dark twists and moves and moans and gnaws at the fabric of its container. Though the container may be dying, it is still strong.

Every fiber of the container, the once living, is dried and worn and weary, colors dull and unenthused. Though grains of light pass by, life avoids it daily, and so it carries on as it is. Pieces of sunlight cut through it, it sews itself back together again and the creature inside never escapes. It rains, fibers writhe and move if only for a moment to dance and rejoice and gather up the only peace they’ve been given, as the gentle thrum of water soothes the angered beast within. When the rain ends, it starts up again.

The container lurches and bends and doubles over and scars but it does not break.

Until one day, when the light passes by too swiftly and the container falls and tumbles and is trampled by things too busy to care, to pick up discarded junk, that it does break. The creature inside reaches blindly for the newly made opening, tearing through space and moving so violently the blankets of darkness around it bend. It reaches the crack in the container and grabs and-

The container rights itself so suddenly the beast does not realize until moments later that the heart is sewing itself back together again.

And inside, it begs and lurches and screams and moans and cries and curses, and the heart remains sturdy, strong, and scarred but does not break.

Author's Note

OMG THEY GOT RID OF COLORS! D:

I'm dying, I swear. Unless we can still use 'em and I just can't figure out how.... D: I loved my colors...

Well, let me know what you think of the story XD

Reviews

[WriterSki7]

Use a Microsoft Word document, use the colors, then past it on your profile like so. Untested but might very well work.

Very well written. Though, technically, this is considered poetry, not an actual story. However it is very good poetry. Seems to be concerning the Soul, referred to in Acnient Greek as the 'Psyche'. Nowadays Psyche refers to the workings of one's mind rather than one's actual soul. As if we humans no longer have souls, only logical minds and empty hearts . . .

[Georgia Gypsy]

I am a little speechless over this....the imagry is (as usual) very gripping. I may have to read it a few more times, and then revise this review.....
If the piece is about the loss of color, then I do totally get your meaning. But i see something deeper, hidden under the surface, perhaps i'm looking too hard for it to mean something.

It's a great bit of writing!!
take care, pumpkin
-kelli

[Lexi Nicole]

This new WC is weeeeiiiiiird.

I really liked the story, though! Very gripping. Dark, but hopeful at the same time. It's perfect and I love it!

-Howl