Post by phrax on Oct 27, 2014 18:15:22 GMT -5
Both hands strike at 12 in harmony, regardless of the visible size difference between them. Another day has past, another day has begun. Forever longing to stay together, but within reason shall they stay apart. The tale of the two hands that caused sin. Sin far greater than the sin of humanity; to the point they must stay trapped in time, forever chasing each other. Once they meet at the new day is when true sin is revealed.
The dark sky unwavering in the battle against the light emitted from the lamps, whistles a sharp howl to each street nearby. A curse hidden within the howl, catching it's victim in an unexpected moment. There lays a house, right at the edge of the street. Modest in nature. Modest in size. How lucky they are, to be marked with the will of adventure. One that may be their last excitement in life. Anybody would be envious of what the inhabitants will experience. Eyes green in envy and mouths closed tightly in anger.
Dark, ominous...., opaque...., vivid clouds gather above the house, spreading it's love through black chunks of smoke slowly drifting down. Down. Down. On top of the house.
The image was wavy. It was hard to make out what was in front of him. Something spat out into his eyes. He quickly rubbed his eyes to remove the liquid that was viciously aimed at him. However, what was there, right on bridge connecting the thumb and index finger together, was red liquid. Wonderful, wonderful... won...DERFUL red liquid. His mouth opened wide to create the wonderful melody that comes out, once incited with fear but to the corner of his eye was a body. The smell of dried blood was wafting around him like a vengeful spirit. What did the body look like? Who was the body lying on the ground? What happened to her? The mind of poor little DUC was being stressed to the limit. Only seconds later till his eye sight was fully recovered, finally able to see the body. Playing the melody from his voice, at such booming volume, that it would make anyone emotional. A clean cut circle positioned right in the center of the body's forehead. A stream of brainy laces sprawled out all over the face. A volcanic eruption of blood coming from her mouth. Her fingers cut off and sewn onto the feet whilst the toes were sewn onto her hands. A peculiar shape carved deeply into the palms. Intestines formed a rope between a hole from the carving to the other hand's carving. The abdomen split into two, revealing the wondrous insides of human beings, which has been groped about, shown by the stomach hiding behind the heart and the kidney's squished and mashed together and the esophagus somewhat connected to the heart causing the blood to erupt from the mouth and the.... list goes on. To finish it all off, the legs were broken and mangled with, to the point that half of the calf bone pelted through the knee covered in small volumes of blood, slowly dripping away.
Poor little, sweet DUC, he was on the verge of breaking point. There was no way he could recover from this ....
The dark sky unwavering in the battle against the light emitted from the lamps, whistles a sharp howl to each street nearby. A curse hidden within the howl, catching it's victim in an unexpected moment. There lays a house, right at the edge of the street. Modest in nature. Modest in size. How lucky they are, to be marked with the will of adventure. One that may be their last excitement in life. Anybody would be envious of what the inhabitants will experience. Eyes green in envy and mouths closed tightly in anger.
Dark, ominous...., opaque...., vivid clouds gather above the house, spreading it's love through black chunks of smoke slowly drifting down. Down. Down. On top of the house.
The image was wavy. It was hard to make out what was in front of him. Something spat out into his eyes. He quickly rubbed his eyes to remove the liquid that was viciously aimed at him. However, what was there, right on bridge connecting the thumb and index finger together, was red liquid. Wonderful, wonderful... won...DERFUL red liquid. His mouth opened wide to create the wonderful melody that comes out, once incited with fear but to the corner of his eye was a body. The smell of dried blood was wafting around him like a vengeful spirit. What did the body look like? Who was the body lying on the ground? What happened to her? The mind of poor little DUC was being stressed to the limit. Only seconds later till his eye sight was fully recovered, finally able to see the body. Playing the melody from his voice, at such booming volume, that it would make anyone emotional. A clean cut circle positioned right in the center of the body's forehead. A stream of brainy laces sprawled out all over the face. A volcanic eruption of blood coming from her mouth. Her fingers cut off and sewn onto the feet whilst the toes were sewn onto her hands. A peculiar shape carved deeply into the palms. Intestines formed a rope between a hole from the carving to the other hand's carving. The abdomen split into two, revealing the wondrous insides of human beings, which has been groped about, shown by the stomach hiding behind the heart and the kidney's squished and mashed together and the esophagus somewhat connected to the heart causing the blood to erupt from the mouth and the.... list goes on. To finish it all off, the legs were broken and mangled with, to the point that half of the calf bone pelted through the knee covered in small volumes of blood, slowly dripping away.
Poor little, sweet DUC, he was on the verge of breaking point. There was no way he could recover from this ....