Dimensional Door - Freeople Thread 23

Today | Me

[restornu]

One last word...

Just think Dark if you would have written things like that in high school today, you could be expelled and who knows what else...

Anyways you are very good at your craft!:)

Thanks for sharing

[Darksheare]

Tales I and II dealt with 'death', tales III and IV deal with 'despair', though tale III has a bit of a twist on appearances..

The Book Of Foreshadowed Sorrows
Tales III and IV

The Leaving. Or 'The Door, Once Closed.'

He hurried homeward in the gentle rain, the memory of happier times fresh in his mind.
Times when he'd be glad for the rain, times when he'd have been dancing in the rain laughing and smiling, with her.
Now there was silence, icy glares across the room, making it hard to breathe.
Rarefied air stealing the warmth from every experience, just as the rain stole the warmth from his hands now.
Where once he'd felt joy to be with her, where once it'd leap in his chest from the heat of her eyes, now his heart went dead underneath her gaze.

He checked his pace, inhaled slightly as if steeling himself for the inevitable, and opened the door.
The groaning of the hinges were the sound of a hungry tomb...

"And WHERE were you?" the voice was so different now, had it actually ever held compassion?
Had that voice ever truly shown true feeling?
He shook his head clear and shuffled on his feet.
How different things truly were, now that he was trapped.
Caged, like a disgraced trophy, fit only to be gloated over and mocked before other adventurers over brandy and cigars.
Taken out and displayed, forced to dance and perform parlor tricks for the amusement of those who had neither the warmth or the charm of a plague bacillus.
Greatly he'd loved her, in vain he'd strived.
Now he would pay for the love he'd dared to give her.
Cold wings and cold winds bespoke of her true nature.
He was overmatched with a fool's forlorn hope of survival.
But he was a fool with a plan, a small token act of defiance before he was utterly destroyed.

The papers in his pocket felt dreadfully heavy on a sudden and he shifted uncomfortably under their mystifying weight.
His silence seemed to encourage her to begin her belittling tirade, as she usually did regardless of his speech or lack thereof.
In response to her barbed words, he merely turned and grabbed his coffee mug before heading up the stairs.
"And WHERE are you going now? Are you going to go sulk like a chastised little boy?" she actually giggled at her choice of words, convinced of her superiority and cleverness.

He packed what few things he did own in his two suitcases and dreaded the fast approaching moment that he knew he had to face, that he must face or die in misery.
Looking out the window, he strangely drew comfort from the sparrow outside looking back at his quick glance.
As it flew away, he felt that he too would soon be as free as the sparrow was.
But first things first.

He carried his luggage, what precious little of it that he owned, and walked down the stairs towards the freedom that beckoned tantalizingly close.
Her voiced giggled and cracked in the kitchen, the sound of the dragon in its lair.
Setting the suitcases down, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the papers, his shining lance with which to slay the dragon that had wreaked havoc on his village, his life.
His dreams stretched out before him, a dizzying heady swimming sensation crackled through him in jagged lightning streaks as he rounded the corner.
He so desperately wished his dreams would turn into the 'real', instead of her smile as she tore him apart.
Her eyes met his, and an eternity passed before she even seemed to notice his actual existence.

"Oh, the little boy has dried his eyes and thinks he is man enough to try another round?"
His response was to smile and set the papers before her, turn smartly on his heels, and walk back out of the kitchen with a straighter back than he'd had upon entering.
Her shrieks were the sound of the dragon in its death throes, thrashing its lair to chaos in its self destructive agony.
He smiled at her through the kitchen doorway, picked up his suitcases, and walked out the door a free man.


And with a shattered heart she watched the only life she'd ever had walk out the door.
Once the door shut, it was far too late, far too futile, the thud was the death knell of her world to her, but she said it anyway.
Said it to the ghosts of what she'd had.
Said it to the receding back of the man she'd sworn to love into eternity.
Said the words she should have said many years before, that might have saved her marriage.

"I'm sorry! Sorry! ......... But... I... loved you."

That door was shut to her forever now.
The finality of her banishment from his life sank in.

The paramedics would find her barely conscious a week later, staring at the only thing of his that he'd left behind...
...his dented wedding band.

[Darksheare]

I know, quite horrible to contemplate.
But.. dramatic writing was never a High School English long suit.


Thanks!
There is somewhat of a theme between the tales, and an overall theme as well.
Tale IV is proving elusive to write though.
*sigH*

[Darksheare]

G'night, don't forget Tale III.
(I know it says Tales III and IV.. but IV isn't written yet.
*chuckle*)

[sweetliberty]

Yeah, I guess I've fooled around long enough too long already. Still got at least an hour's work to do before I can go to bed. I am SO tired. Got a headache, too. Night y'all. See you in the morning...hopefully.

[Darksheare]

Pleasant dreams.
See you in the morning, and may it be a good day tomorrow.

[EsmeraldaA]

*Is it over yet????*

For me it is now over.

And everybody else's been chatty, not I.

Just a model of poise and polite behavior here...

[sweetliberty]

"Just a model of poise and polite behavior here..."

Stick around. We'll have that fixed in no time.

[nicmarlo]

Well, I just printed out Tales III and IV

I read the first two last night....I liked it!! I will read III later today.....glad you posted it, because I was going to ask you to....they're really good stories, darks......when are you going to get to IV??????????? : )

[null and void]

'morning...

[sweetliberty]

They should start calling this the "Censored Republic." Sheesh. Between the random bannings, the things that musn't be discussed on FR and the news sources that we're not allowed to post from there isn't much substance or spice any more. I spent quite awhile trying to post an AP article this morning...same article, different sources....all banned or blocked. What's the point? The reason this used to be such a great place for news was because we could gather all the news from anywhere and everywhere, now, thanks to DUmmies and fear of lawsuits, this forum has become as neutered as the national dialogue.

Well, I gotta go to work. See y'all this evening...if I don't get banned for having an unpopular opinion. At least I haven't posted any pictures of food.

[null and void]

Mmmmm. foood.

[nicmarlo]

morning to you both....censored is right, sl.

[grannie9]

Almost Free Republic?

Afternoon everyone.

[restornu]

I heard you were having trouble getting in yesterday!

[Lakeshark]

Censored...LOL!

Dang, we say the wierdest things on this thread, almost any wierd thing we want and we rarely get touched........and not for the food, but because the posters were banned as a prior name on other threads.

You want wierd......just check the key words......heh heh heh.....been there for quite a while.....

[nicmarlo]

just when did you do that?!

[Lakeshark]

What? Whaat?

:-)

[nicmarlo]

When did you do THAT? : )....don't play innocent...that's darks game, lol!

[Lakeshark]

Been waiting the better part of 24 hours for someone to notice.......