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There had never been anything like it before. This was a novelty to the entire world, a machine that destroyed all previous assumptions. This machine was to be the new generation of industry.
Like a beast it writhed and steamed, never settling. It was like a tethered horse, and it could never be freed. In the factory of grubby black and white, it longed for colour and freedom. Now was its moment to escape.
The clocks that writhed upon its flesh were ticking at different intervals, so many of them that the ticks evolved into a steady hum. One giant globe of silver sphere was at its head, a metallic eye of filthy sorrow.
One could not detect whether this was machine or beast, and one must simply assume it is both. It detected lies where there was truth and melted ice. It ticked along the barriers of consciousness into one's dreams.
A time machine?
No such thing.
Like a beast it writhed and steamed, never settling. It was like a tethered horse, and it could never be freed. In the factory of grubby black and white, it longed for colour and freedom. Now was its moment to escape.
The clocks that writhed upon its flesh were ticking at different intervals, so many of them that the ticks evolved into a steady hum. One giant globe of silver sphere was at its head, a metallic eye of filthy sorrow.
One could not detect whether this was machine or beast, and one must simply assume it is both. It detected lies where there was truth and melted ice. It ticked along the barriers of consciousness into one's dreams.
A time machine?
No such thing.
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drowning
I wonder, sometimes, what it would be like to drown.
It is, perhaps, not the healthiest of curiosities to dwell upon.
But in the still of the night, I listen to the sounds of the world,
And I remember that summer.
I remember the way the heavy weight of the water
Silenced the noise of all the people.
I floated, limbs loose and kaleidoscopes blooming against my eyelids as the sun illuminated the waters around me, as the quiet soothed my mind until my lungs were fit to burst, and…
I miss it.
I miss the quiet of midnight and the warmth that wrapped around me like the blanket from my best friend's bed that I always tease her about be
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Tragedy
I’m the girl in the books that is a mystery. A tragic heroin that gives the main character a new perspective.
Quiet girl, riot girl. A rebel, a tragedy.
I’m the wild ride, the adventure, the challenge. I’m the girl he wants to know all about until he goes too far and I’m no longer real.
I’m the manic depressive pixie dream girl with a tragic end.
I’m not his type but he goes after me anyway because my wild eyes, wild hair, wild life, wild thoughts.
Oh look, I’ve got an attitude. Screaming at the world, fuck the system, tongue as sharp as a knife attitude. Middle fingers, swearing at everyone, bit
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Where Have You Gone?
Where have you gone, lover of mine?
Where have you been, this unending time?
Have you gone on a train, to a place far away,
Where the mountains sing and the sycamores sway?
Have you taken a boat to an island alone,
Where you sit and you think as you toss a cool stone?
Have you leaped on a plane to see new skies,
Where you watch shining stars with tired, worn eyes?
Have you just walked along roads with rotting old signs,
Where the locals count up your hard liquor fines?
Have you met someone new, sweet, and bright,
Who listens to your stories until late at night?
Have you made a friend that lends a hand,
Who will be by your side in the dirt a
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Seriously, one of the weirdest things I think I have ever written. I wrote it in about five minutes >.<
For the prompt 'Time' by #Wordspill-Central.
I think I may enter this into the contest 'Time' by ~Beyond-the-Pages.
Perhaps it is to show how time is something we truly cannot ever make sense of, and perhaps we need not try...
For the prompt 'Time' by #Wordspill-Central.
I think I may enter this into the contest 'Time' by ~Beyond-the-Pages.
Perhaps it is to show how time is something we truly cannot ever make sense of, and perhaps we need not try...
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I like the description of the time machine. It makes it so much more unobtainable and mysterious!