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97swiftarm

97swiftarm

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Whistling through the trees the wind plays with the leaves. I hear every rustle as they flicker across the ground, rubbing it sensuously. I hear them crinkle as the wind grows stronger, pushing them against a hard object, crushing them against one another. Fresh leaves fall downwards, dancing through the skies before setting down with a light touch on the plush lawn. A tiny lizard quickly runs, leaving a trail of swishing grass. Thick vines crawl up trees… I hear their screams for the light as the canopy grows closer, ever so slowly. This is green.

Cool sensations touch my hand as I immerse it in water. It pushes back against me as I swirl it around, fighting me viciously for an instant before resigning to the gentle motion. Pulling my hand from the water, the feeling changes – no longer am I encompassed by a comforting presence. All I feel is it leaving me - drop by drop - as it searches to join together as one once more. I lift my hand to my sapphire amulet and I feel the water run down my arm, rolling gently across my skin. In contrast, the hard sapphire doesn’t fold to my touch – its smooth exterior strong and reassuring. This is blue.

I chew into a tomato, the light acidic bite forcing itself onto my tastebuds. I savour the taste as the sour juice is perfectly offset by the sweet pulp. The flavour mingles in my mouth, waylaying my senses until I feel the urge to steal one more morsel. Sourness assaults me – the stalk ruining my delicious delicacy. I reach into my pack and pull out another treat – the sweet tang of a strawberry fills my mouth. Remorse fills me as the bland seeds stick in my teeth – the only down-side of the sweet luxury. This is red.

15-Jul-2011 02:42:37

97swiftarm

97swiftarm

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I breathe deep, pollen grains settling down within my nose. It’s a sweet smell, much like that of candy but it also has an earthy texture to it – a dampness. I pick the sunflower from its stalk, burying my nose in the flower head. The smell of light dampness of the petals is at odds with the sickly-sweet nectar, but is all brought together by that faint trace of vanilla buried within the pollen. This is yellow.

You might pity me for being blind – I hear you say clichés like “it’s a shame he’ll never see a sunrise*. It’s true… I’ll never see the oranges and reds that accompany a sunrise, nor will I ever see the pink plumage of a flock of flamingos as they picnic in a pool of water. But I can ‘see* what your eyes miss. And because of this I should not be the one that is pitied, for I notice and feel pleasure from different things. I am easily content with what is around me that now bore you. I pity the fact that you will never feel the satisfaction I get from the rustling of leaves, from the cool touch of water, from the bitter-sweet taste of tomatoes or the sweet fragrance of a sunflower.

15-Jul-2011 02:42:57

Venmi

Venmi

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Lebbeh, this may be the last entry I can post. Honestly, if Aeraie can participate, it may do well if you let her take my place if I make it past this round. I was not expecting it to go on this long. I am leaving on tour in two weeks. And I will be busy starting next week to the point where I may not be able to post any more entries.

I don't know. Let's discuss over the next few days.

~Mitch

15-Jul-2011 05:43:04

Borna Coric

Borna Coric

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Heh, Aeraie.

Okay Mitch, that is a shame. I won't remove you from the contest, or replace you (sorry Aeraie) as it isn't fair to the other contentants at this stage. Working on the theory that you're voted out, you should be here for the final round to vote a winner anyway, right? Regardless, I shall leave you where you are for the moment and see what happens at a later date. As I said, the final round will be in a bit over four weeks, so you should be back in five weeks time to vote, yes?

There is another twist coming up if Dieidiot fails to post by tomorrow, Aeraie, but that shall only be to fill the seventh Authors position (to vote for the winner). Hopefully you will take interest in that. :)

15-Jul-2011 05:50:57

Venmi

Venmi

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I may be. And I may be able to post for the next round--if I'm not voted off--depending on my schedule. We'll see. If there is any round between July 30 and August 14, I will have no time whatsoever to post.

15-Jul-2011 05:59:34

The Level

The Level

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The sun sat commandingly on its throne in the sky as it presided over the rolling dunes, and there was not a single cloud to offer the lone man respite from its malicious gaze. The man’s steps were slow and sluggish, for the scorching heat long ago stole what little vigor he once possessed. His footsteps trailed miles behind him, and somewhere along the path lay the lifeless bodies of his wife and daughter, though his mind no longer held any memory of the two. The reason for his trek through the sandy hellhole also escaped him as his conscious mind retreated to the darkest corners of his brain.

He was tall, young, and strong, which was why he was the only one left to listlessly trudge through the yellow sands. His skin was a dark red and peeling from days of exposure to the cruel light, and he no longer sat down to rest, as doing so would cause the damaged epidermis to erupt in pain.

Stopping suddenly, the man squinted into the simmering air.

A deep blue greeted his sore eyes.

Blue.

Water. Blue.

Water.

Water!

With a croak of joy, the man stumbled into a full run, zealously praising whatever deity had chosen to bestow the gift of water upon him.

He continued to run, but was soon forced to walk as his energy failed. Finally, he could no longer even stand; he fell to his knees, watching with anguish as the mirage disappeared in the desert heat.

He began to sway as a new color consumed his vision.

Black.

15-Jul-2011 22:44:16

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