Post by freaktard on Jun 7, 2010 21:52:52 GMT -5
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Clouds were only myths of the sky on this particular morning, and all of mother nature's children seemed to sing and dance. The birds flew from branch to branch chirping their cheerful, jaunty melodies, and the trees appeared to revel in the softly blowing wind, their swaying much like a slow, romantic dance. The wind circled around in a cool convection making it the perfect temperature for every preference. Both students and teachers had the day off and were spending it outside, whether just to socialize or to bask in the rays of the sun. The thought of school passed through no minds, yet there was Eve sitting alone, painting away in the art room. Her strokes alternated between thick and thin lines, but all were very clean and defined. The colors represented the feelings that radiated toward her from the outside. There were hues of greens, oranges, yellows, and almost every other color in Roy G Biv! The painting was very abstract, just as all of her other paintings had been, but was still something very definite in her mind. All of those close to uninterpretable pictures meant something to her and created a beautiful image; sometimes even story in her head.
As the clock became tired of ticking, her painting came closer and closer to the finished product. She carefully and slowly began finishing it off with precise, curved lines of color. Eve paused, grabbing for her glass of water, but kept her attention on her painting. From what she could see, maybe only two or three more strokes would complete it. As she took a sip of her ice water, she quickly picked up her paint brush with her other hand and made a brush stroke on her painting. Then in a split second, Eve dropped her water and paintbrush, the glass shattering onto the floor. Her hands rushed to her head as she tried to muffle out a sort of pain that felt as if someone had taken a hammer and slammed it into her head multiple times even after the life had disappeared from her eyes. Eve had been having some pretty bad headaches lately, but none as bad as this... Thinking back, these things had been happening a lot for most of her life... It shouldn't be too serious though. She always recovered from these random things just fine... Didn't she?
Eve stood up, accidentally knocking her chair back and further scattering the glass on the floor. Around her in the room, everything was silent. Finally, the headache completely stopped. As a matter of fact, everything stopped. The young girl casually picked up the chair and sat down in front of the painting. Immediately, her emotionless face changed. Her mouth was turned into a twisted frown and her eyes revealed a type of devious, or possibly even demonic anger; it was something Eve had never expressed in her facial expression and probably never will. The girl tore away the painting in front of her and tossed it away behind her with disgust as if it were garbage.. She picked up a pencil that lay just to the right of where her glass of water used to be and brought it up to the new sheet of paper. The girl was set to create some other kind of art very different from what Eve had created, but just before the lead could touch the white paper, she stopped and her lips curled into a nightmarish smirk. She had known that there was another person watching in her presence that had been there even before she had taken over. This was no longer Eve. This was...
"What do you want?" asked a harsh, merciless voice. Evelyn began her drawing, leaving the visitor with an unwelcoming presence. Her artwork had also always been quite abstract, but her pencil strokes weren't nearly as graceful as Eve's paintbrush strokes. Evelyn's pencil moved fast, creating more than just straight lines. They also created the image of her hatred. They create an exact reflection of Evelyn's mind.
Thoughts that the human mind cannot compute lead only to even more thoughts and questions that will never fully process without complete understanding of the world and a life full of headaches. Of course, some of these thoughts and questions can be more easily understood by other people, whether that means some people can grasp the concept better or that some people portray a type of behavior that, if watched, gives clues, or in rare cases, answers to these thoughts and questions.
What would it be like to never see the sky?
Evelyn's world has no sky.
Or if the sun was too shy to shine itself upon the Earth? Evelyn's world is always night.
What exactly would it be like to have been split into two people, the body being shared by more than one person, but not knowing of the other person's existence? Evelyn's world knows nothing of Eve.
What would it be like to be perfectly fine, knowing you were being consumed by your own insanity?What would have been written here is obvious.
Evelyn's world drowns a thick layer of miasma and the moon left with the stars. It's poison. It has no sky, and it will never have a sun.