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Only darkness

Tema en 'Prosa: Torre de Babel de Prosa' comenzado por Selene, 22 de Marzo de 2010. Respuestas: 3 | Visitas: 1704

  1. Selene

    Selene Poeta recién llegado

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    I was walking slowly. The moon was shinning in the dark of the night and a thousand stars were covering the sky.

    I could see the outline of the buildings under the moonlight, and then, something drew my attention.

    On the top of the highest roof, someone was standing on the edge. I started to run immediately.

    When I was there, I pierced the treshold and I went up the stairs.

    I felt the fear inside. If she fell off, I would never forgive myself. I had to help her.

    I took two steps and I was closer to her, but when I took the third step she heard me and she turned around. I was scared, so scared that I couldn't talk, I couldn't walk. Her face was my face. She was me. I didn't know what to do and when I could react, she lost her sense of balance and fell off.

    I ran to the edge and I looked down.

    Only darkness.

    Then, a storm appeared and it started to rain. I looked at the sky and I realized that I was in the street, a high building was in front of me and on top there was nobody. In that moment, I didn't know what to do and I went home.

    Now, I'm at the edge, and the world is down here. Too late, I have understood that day I saw my own dead. It has started to rain. A step has sounded behind me. I have turned around and I have lost my sense of balance.

    I am falling down. I close my eyes.

    Only darkness.
     
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  2. ROSA

    ROSA Invitado

    You left me thinking about your story because I lived a very similar situation to what you write. Very thoughtful your prose. HUGS
     
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  3. huellas

    huellas Poeta adicto al portal

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    It was a chance meeting, very interesting...
     
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    Liliou Poeta fiel al portal

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    More than a dream, more than history and seems to reflect a position on the dark, you see it with reverence and that reflects in your writing.
     
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