Kirei na Sekai ~ A Pretty World ~
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Another light novel-ish story. It's meant to be read slowly, since reading it too fast really ruins the effect. I drew a picture that could go along with this but I can't find it. Oh well, hope everyone likes this. :o
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Hazy.
A cloudy blur framed the edges of my vision.
I was able to see a bit clearer at the center of my sight but that too, was beginning to get consumed by the fog.
Not that it mattered, because I was looking down like I always did.
I did find it a little interesting though, on how the world was slowly disappearing from my sight.
So this was the death of clarity.
Drip.
It was faint, but compared to all the noise outside my room, the sound of water dripping on water was deafening to me.
I’ve heard this sound many times, sometimes from a leaky faucet or sometimes after a rain storm. I’ve never cared for it back then, but this time I found it to be the most beautiful sound in the world.
Because this was the sound that would herald my freedom.
“Soon.”
The word came from my will but I saw my red reflection giving it a voice as I stared at it at my feet.
I stared at her face. Her pale skin, her thin brows, and her long black hair. Some would call her beautiful, but I called my reflection something else.
She was nothing. There was no life in her eyes. She was just a shell that refused to disappear.
Drip.
Her red image shuddered in a single ripple.
Once again the sound was deafening, but then I heard something new. A cracking sound.
Briefly I became aware of all the noise outside the room. A pounding.
Yelling voices.
I didn’t care though. I didn’t want to look at the door, and even if I did, I didn’t know if I could find it through the haze.
Even my reflection was becoming lost in the fog.
Then something shiny clattered at my feet. Through the haze I could see it glow as it reflected sunlight into my face from a nearby window.
It was long and thin and pointy.
Sharp.
It was then that I became aware that this glowing thing had fallen from my hand.
My hand. Yes. That’s where it came from.
I felt burning there. My hands were wet and I could feel something forming at the tips of my fingers.
I was going to hear that beautiful sound again.
Crack!
No. That wasn’t it.
Behind me I heard a loud boom before the yelling voices outside came flooding into the room.
“Oh my God! Veronica! Someone call an ambulance!”
Rough hands pulled me back. I didn’t fight back, and even if I wanted to, I didn’t have the strength to do it.
Now the voices were swarming around me as I floated to the floor.
Frantic. Loud. Crying.
I sighed with disappointment.
I wasn’t able to hear that sound again.
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“…just before the credits roll, Sam straight up fucking bricks in Frodo’s mouth.”
My movie-addicted sister’s hysteric laughter from the living room wakes me.
Like most days that I wake up I just lay there with my eyes closed as I listened to the world around me.
My sister was still laughing as her movie continued to drone, and somewhere outside a dog was barking over the chorus of the distant highway.
These are ordinary sounds that are repeated all over the world, and for many people, are ignored so easily.
It’s not their fault though.
As time passes and as we gain more exposure and experience to everyday things, we tend to lose interest. It’s actually quite alarming how many times I would point out to my friends how many birds are singing and they claim that they didn’t notice.
A shame.
It’s too bad that people turn out this way, or maybe it’s just me that’s different. Or maybe I just value it more.
I finally open my eyes. It was early evening but in the reign of summer the sun was still shining. My vision was clear as I stared out the window. There was no haze, but my sight had a tint of blurriness. I suppose I should get checked for glasses.
Either way, I was glad that I was awake. There was still a faint burning in my wrists but just as I noticed that, it was quickly fading away.
Such is the power of my dreams.
Turning my head I saw my reflection in my closet mirror across my room.
“Smile.”
The word came from my will but I saw my reflection giving it a voice as I stared at it across from me.
I stared at her face. Her pale skin, her thin brows, and her long black hair. Some would call her beautiful, but I called my reflection something else.
She was the wind. There was eagerness in her eyes. She was a shell that breathed with new life and refused to disappear.
And I smiled because today was another day I would get to live.
I opened my closet and looked at the many long sleeved shirts I owned, and I reached in as I chose the one I’d wear for the day.
Then I paused as I saw them: two long scars on my wrists running down along my forearms.
It wasn’t a dream or a nightmare, but a memory.
How many years was it? I couldn’t remember.
All I did remember was that on that day I challenged God to condemn me.
He refused, and years later I found out why.
(Kirei na Sekai ~ A Pretty World ~)
(0/Veronica Corsair)
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Hazy.
A cloudy blur framed the edges of my vision.
I was able to see a bit clearer at the center of my sight but that too, was beginning to get consumed by the fog.
Not that it mattered, because I was looking down like I always did.
I did find it a little interesting though, on how the world was slowly disappearing from my sight.
So this was the death of clarity.
Drip.
It was faint, but compared to all the noise outside my room, the sound of water dripping on water was deafening to me.
I’ve heard this sound many times, sometimes from a leaky faucet or sometimes after a rain storm. I’ve never cared for it back then, but this time I found it to be the most beautiful sound in the world.
Because this was the sound that would herald my freedom.
“Soon.”
The word came from my will but I saw my red reflection giving it a voice as I stared at it at my feet.
I stared at her face. Her pale skin, her thin brows, and her long black hair. Some would call her beautiful, but I called my reflection something else.
She was nothing. There was no life in her eyes. She was just a shell that refused to disappear.
Drip.
Her red image shuddered in a single ripple.
Once again the sound was deafening, but then I heard something new. A cracking sound.
Briefly I became aware of all the noise outside the room. A pounding.
Yelling voices.
I didn’t care though. I didn’t want to look at the door, and even if I did, I didn’t know if I could find it through the haze.
Even my reflection was becoming lost in the fog.
Then something shiny clattered at my feet. Through the haze I could see it glow as it reflected sunlight into my face from a nearby window.
It was long and thin and pointy.
Sharp.
It was then that I became aware that this glowing thing had fallen from my hand.
My hand. Yes. That’s where it came from.
I felt burning there. My hands were wet and I could feel something forming at the tips of my fingers.
I was going to hear that beautiful sound again.
Crack!
No. That wasn’t it.
Behind me I heard a loud boom before the yelling voices outside came flooding into the room.
“Oh my God! Veronica! Someone call an ambulance!”
Rough hands pulled me back. I didn’t fight back, and even if I wanted to, I didn’t have the strength to do it.
Now the voices were swarming around me as I floated to the floor.
Frantic. Loud. Crying.
I sighed with disappointment.
I wasn’t able to hear that sound again.
~
“…just before the credits roll, Sam straight up fucking bricks in Frodo’s mouth.”
My movie-addicted sister’s hysteric laughter from the living room wakes me.
Like most days that I wake up I just lay there with my eyes closed as I listened to the world around me.
My sister was still laughing as her movie continued to drone, and somewhere outside a dog was barking over the chorus of the distant highway.
These are ordinary sounds that are repeated all over the world, and for many people, are ignored so easily.
It’s not their fault though.
As time passes and as we gain more exposure and experience to everyday things, we tend to lose interest. It’s actually quite alarming how many times I would point out to my friends how many birds are singing and they claim that they didn’t notice.
A shame.
It’s too bad that people turn out this way, or maybe it’s just me that’s different. Or maybe I just value it more.
I finally open my eyes. It was early evening but in the reign of summer the sun was still shining. My vision was clear as I stared out the window. There was no haze, but my sight had a tint of blurriness. I suppose I should get checked for glasses.
Either way, I was glad that I was awake. There was still a faint burning in my wrists but just as I noticed that, it was quickly fading away.
Such is the power of my dreams.
Turning my head I saw my reflection in my closet mirror across my room.
“Smile.”
The word came from my will but I saw my reflection giving it a voice as I stared at it across from me.
I stared at her face. Her pale skin, her thin brows, and her long black hair. Some would call her beautiful, but I called my reflection something else.
She was the wind. There was eagerness in her eyes. She was a shell that breathed with new life and refused to disappear.
And I smiled because today was another day I would get to live.
I opened my closet and looked at the many long sleeved shirts I owned, and I reached in as I chose the one I’d wear for the day.
Then I paused as I saw them: two long scars on my wrists running down along my forearms.
It wasn’t a dream or a nightmare, but a memory.
How many years was it? I couldn’t remember.
All I did remember was that on that day I challenged God to condemn me.
He refused, and years later I found out why.
(Kirei na Sekai ~ A Pretty World ~)
(0/Veronica Corsair)
