The Forgotten Theatre

Prelude

Preview of The Forgotten Theatre.

He liked it most when it rained.
Silent world now his.
Reveling in stillness.
Within the mist.
His mind untangling.
No longer confused.
Ivy walled walk ways.
Propel subconsciousness.
Tunnel vision.
He gazed up into his crying sky and glided rather than moved.
Rain spilling into his eyes, not blinking instead opening them wider.
Bent back head, mouth swallowing down.
Now invisibal, he shares this path with ghost.
Giggling children ignoring formal dress for dripping candy.
Networking vultures with they're eyes shifting towards the prize.
Shady vender in clown drag.
Jestures handing out programs.
Mimes juggling, knives pointing.
His ears ring with antique orchestra.
The smell of wine, cigars, perfume, and grease paint.
His hands push brass gates open easily.
Ushers bow,
Guides through this throng of voyers.
Infected with an air-born anticipation.
Knees bending in a before unknown instinct towards white marble benches.
Arms comfortable on silver rest.
The viral anticipation burst, oozing yellow applause.
This feeling of being lost and it being allowed.
Wet, warmth on cheeks.
Sun?
He opens his eyes.
Echos of applause.
Different scene.
The benches are cracked, strangled legs in weeds.
Former royally groomed court, now thick and cluttered.
Like a black out, awakening in an unfamiliar place.
Still, he remains seated.
Faces forward.
Before him.
The stage,
Holes.
It looks as if the earth is trying to swallow it up and is almost there.
A trace of deep blue velvet, lined crimson.
Trimmed by purple and black.
Regal, sagging, forgotten creases, of ancient weighted curtain.
He blinks rapid.
Sounds whispering, returning.
Unwanted,
unrelenting,
Senses reeling from experiences he never had.
He sees shapes, but can't quite make them out.
A blind man newly sighted.
Once again the theatre resurrects herself for him.
The curtains part slightly.
A man in matching velvet emerges playfully confident.
Ovation.
This ghost standing in admiration.
..and the dark one bows now in mock modesty.
While reality changes frequency again.
The stranger remains/
Still bowing.
The sound of one pair of hands clapping.
Then ceasing abruptly in realization.
The stranger rises to full height.
Winks, and plops down, legs dangling, center stage.
"Welcome to history." spreads arms dramatically.
"Welcome to my world." Leans back on his hands.
Pregnant pause.
"All secrets I display here," He rises, and reaches out in love with the curtains.
"The truth falls with this rain,
how long have I waited?
Hooks long been dry, still I have at least one securely baited."
Turns.
locked in concentration.
"held back from me at such a distance, one invitation never tried, you come with so little resistance."
Silence, shakes his head.
"Justin, remember to keep breathing.
Time does'nt count now.
Listen closely, you can still hear it.
That does'nt mean your worthy to be near it.
Oh and I, I am a reminder of this past.
How I must look to you.
Much like a light reflects off a looking glass.
I peek your curiosity, but your still to confuse to venture a guess.
It always falls on me this way,
it'll never change, unless..
Ahh, but to gain access to something as guarded as you.
To once again feel the blessing of your eyes.
Nothing can release imagination, no dreams to reveal unless you agree.
Nothing I can do.
Unless of course, I leave my inspiration to you.
We are all such wonderful creatures inside, destined tragically, all to suddenly trapped while in full stride.
Gullibly seeking direction from a twice removed blind guide.
Never the less.
Some of our lives begin and end so very simple,
but yours, it seems has grown quite complex.
You quest for meaning..
Long ago I was chosen, to thaw out long dormant minds, and souls cast aside crystilized and frozen.
Whens the last time you really looked out your window?
A new reflect.
Tell me something Justin?
Whens the last time your mind was erect?"

Author's Note

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Reviews

[KayleeLegend]

I really enjoyed this! I absolutely liked your writing structure. You're writing has an easy going rhythm to it, and I hope that the future chapters have it as well. You're really good at painting a picture of a scene, but you can also leave an air of mystery to anything that you wrote. This character seems like a likable, yet perfectly clueless character. You feel for him, and you also want to find out his secrets. Overall, I really loved this, and I can't wait for more! But like I said, try to keep that underlying rhythm to your work. It makes it worth reading.