I was busy in the olive groves, of Italian patchwork, eating the leaves of edelweiss petals journeyed, from a sighing breeze in the north. Everything had the look of blue, a violent beryl in the air, it was early in the afternoon, but the vipers were still searching for the sun. I beat them to a pulp of liquid serpent, and drank the scales like fine wine, toasting to the evening. The humans could feel the poison as it began to rain neon distraction, in their vomiting delirium time had decided to stop passing.
I was busy in the mangroves, gentling swaying in the cyan winter. Sculptors poured like cherry blood across the wisp fields, towing their icicle art work behind them. They'd been crafting human souls, fresh for the sepulcher of the countryside. It was a day that smelled of promise, the Vervaine were in bloom, sporting their black grinned pistols, but the day did not proceed, and poor Vervaine melted in the frozen sun. I walked the horizon picking at the flower puddle, and my humans, they followed with me.
I was busy praying to the sky, when the vicious protraction of aqua faded. The light had woven through the clouds now, and an orange fixation cascaded over our sentient looks. The vipers went hissing their copper tongues now, and long gone was the pause of gloriousness. I was feasting on the rotted olive leaves, in the middle of Italian patchwork. I just so happened to find a place where I could watch the very last sunset. Such is life, as the vaudevillian artists, the rose tinted spectres, came flowing over the fields. Like cherry blood in full blooming fire.
Such was life, at it's very end.
A contest entry
- Such is Life by just mercedes.
4000 points, ended December 3, 2008, 37 entries
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An explosion of images and layers of meanings, piling up remorselessly, much as life does. I like the colours used, and wonder just what the protagonist is. Thank you for this entry.
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this is really cool, i'm not sure what it means, other then at the end, the true end, but i liked it a lot, great piece of prose, best of luck in the contest
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You forgot the fourth stanza "I was busy reading the thesaurus looking for exotic sounding words for uninteresting objects." But really, like most things I've read from you this one just made no sense to me at all. Maybe I just had to concentrate too hard to look past all those words I've never heard before and which you probably don't even know what they mean. As usual with your writings, you have some kickass imagery but some of your word combinations are rather jarring and even contradictory. And some of the metaphors kind of fall flat on their ass. You're definitely talented but I've only read a few things by you that I feel really show of your true talent.
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Very interesting take on the prompt. Well written indeed.
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loop the loop
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