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Post by Tony Carpenter on Jan 26, 2005 14:29:57 GMT -5
In The Morning (first draft)
Cris In the morning I woke. The light that penetrated my eyes focused. Clearer and clearer the morning became. The bird outside singing, the rustling of the trees. The smell of summer engulfed my senses there-after. The smell of barbaques, the sweetness of the flower pollen that graced the air. And lastly the sound washed over me. The richness of childrens laughter, and the quaking of radio music. This is truly heaven, to be alive, I thought. I got up, walked over to my window and looked out across the ocean.
Athil In the morning I woke up without wanting to. The world crashed into my being as my senses engulfed me. The sound of gunfire, the screams. It was so numb, I was so numb. The hunger, the hate, the pain. Nothing was new yet it was worse everytime. I got up, approached my window and looked out, across the sea, beyond my hell.
Tony Carpenter
This piece I wrote to contrast the difference in worlds. The total size of the piece is going to get much longer as I plan to write many more articles that expand the story. I wanted to get the beginnings of my works on here though.
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Post by Ryan Thames on Jan 26, 2005 14:32:46 GMT -5
Interesting.....id like to read more.
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