Death Talkies: Wheel of Time [Apr/04 P66] (Page 4)

aite! death talkies (u wana call the thread that?) ... or just recovering from death strokes? (:D )

dunno why such morbid talk, and personally, for the first, i like the description, only. (did i ever mention, if not ask nij... i have such a thing -X- for morbid writing... :-| ... this kind that is... such a contradiction considering im all up for readiong the worst possible historical riots... whatever they may be, however greusome they get... perhaps, cause they are history, and im in their future, and know we survived? ... in that way, perhaps, survival becomes a heroic ending to anything possibly morbid... aite... now im making little sense only... if!)

for the second! wow! u reminded me of 11 minutes, in only that tiny bit of course, but!! :) and no im not a cohelo fan at all... but that was a hell of a picture u painted! in a rare chance i actually thought i saw the eyes (imagine that, for the countless times every writing of fics on this forum never misses a chance to mention them!) so yeh! good job...

once more though, im still trying to figure why, im taken more by the words, than the theme... in fact, the theme takes me not at all... maybe, actually most likely, cause i dont see where u come from? (as in, where this writing comes from... as in (urgh repetitive phrasing) why...? which is bad question... there never should be a why to writing... thats the whole point, right?!)

great words, can't take that away from u! :)

Hey!

awesome sookie..
i am sorry -just 3 words ..lovely !!!
sometimes i really dont understand what u want to express..
or may be i am very blunt to understand them..they seems to be easy and complicated both at the same time..
but still i like the way u write it..
thnks fro PM...
looking forward for more..
good wishes..
have a great day..
sri:-)

Edited by sri_4 - 23 November 2009 at 12:53am

Aria!
This is brilliant. Perhaps your lines have summed up everything I wanted to say in the first place. I so wish those words were mine. But I am really glad you shared them here! :-)

My favorite line: Only this time I inhale the air that lets us live

Simply brilliant. It says so many things and l just love it.

Thanks a million for this..
Sookie


Edited by Sookie* - 23 November 2009 at 11:22am

Hello Everyone,

My apologies for not replying to your comments till date. I had been really caught up with work and lets just say I did not venture to this section as frequently as I would have liked to.

I promise to be more punctual in responding to your comments going forward.

Thank you so much for your comments and kind words. They mean a lot to me.

Sookie


Edited by Sookie* - 23 November 2009 at 8:23am

Hung out to dry

I watch sloshing of amber liquid amidst perfectly shaped ice cubes in a cut crystal glass. There is a burn in my throat and my tongue is parched. The liquid fire in my hand only adds on to the misery.

They talk, I try to listen.

And when he talks, I try to ignore.

But I can't. I hate him for making me incapable of ignoring his presence.

I wonder if I can whisper this to the man next to me who is talking with flailing arms and cutting words.He might ask me to stop being juvenile and let him do his job. Or maybe he would listen to me.

I pay him by the hour anyway.

There are four strangers in this meeting; two by choice and two by lack of it. Whose fault was it? Mine or his? Or was it ours?

Or was it the universe plotting against us? Very Starwar-ish, my drunken haze retorts. It's more like badly written episode of "Ally McBeal", it muses. I laugh. I think its "Boston Legal", I try to correct. The man next to me looks at me wearily. His stare is always loud. Now its yelling at me - Stop getting sloshed and talking to yourself else they will add "one step away from loony bin" clause.

I gulp down noisily to drown his stare-yell.

I made up a new word, I cheer myself.

Ice swims in Amber, cut class starts to stain red, my finger prints makes the glass lose its shine and clock ticks without bothering to understand anyone's business. Lucky clock, I suppose.

The man next to me points at stack of papers. I have seen, read and once even thrown them across the man sitting opposite to me. A pen is resting next to it.
Everyone's eyes are on me.
I feel like a soldier who is asked to behead an innocent man.
"Who is innocent here", my heart admonishes.
"Not you", my mind mocks me.
"Screw you both", I silently yell.
"You already did", they murmur softly.

It's too late, amber whispers in its swirl. Ice cubes tinkle and agree with it.

I refill my glass and feel his silent glare. He won't say anything, I am sure of it. Ties that bind us are hanging by a thin worn thread which is about to be broken permanently.

Arguments. Negotiations. Compromises. Endings.

Its mocking me, its inviting me, its consuming me in its big fat belly filled with words. I twirl the glass. Amber encourages me at the same time when the paper invites.

Throat burns. Eyes water. Hands shake. Head hurts.

I scrawl my sign.

 I am suddenly tired.

~Sookie

Edited by Sookie* - 23 November 2009 at 9:08am

*reserved

SOOOOOKKKKIEEE!!!