Sonmi-451 wrote:Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively.
My couples thread and my books Kodiak and Triple CrownSonmi-451 wrote:To be is to be perceived. And so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes of the other. The nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words and deeds, that go on and are pushing themselves throughout all time. Our lives are not our own. From womb to to tomb we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime, and every kindness, we birth our future.
Sonmi-451 wrote:I believe death is only a door; when it closes, another opens. If I care to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And behind it, I would find him there, waiting for me.
Sonmi-451 wrote:Knowledge is a mirror, and for the first time in my life, I was allowed to see who I was, and who I might become.
sionalover wrote:
Locked Doors....................................Penelope......................................Shut Windows
Heaven is perfect, heaven is wonderful.
Or at least that's what Penelope was always told.
But even in heaven there are things to be hidden.
Even in heaven everyone cannot be trusted.
Even in heaven there are locked doors and shut windows, with secrets behind every one.
And even in heaven, those locked doors and shut windows and the secrets they hide
Can mean death.
Death really wasn't painful, Penelope reflected. One sharp burst, and it was over; her pride had been more hurt than her physical body because she had died in disgrace, a hated outcast. But in heaven, everyone was beautiful, everyone was perfect, everyone was the same. There was no conflict, because everyone knew everything about everyone, so their were no secrets. Or so Penelope thought.
She longed to take her mask off, as it just felt wrong, but her fear of the punishment - being cast out from heaven, never to return - was greater than her urge to rip the thing off her face. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her pink eyes and kept her gaze well away from anyone else's; in heaven people could read each other's minds with just one second of eye contact and thinking about breaking the Holy Rules was just as bad, with the same consequences, as actually disobeying them. It was interesting, she thought, that structure and rules - the same things that caused so many problems and so much restriction on Earth - were used to make everyone free in heaven. But she was just a lowly angel, one of millions, not fit to think about such things as the many paradoxes of heaven, and it was treason against the most holy and perfect Lord God himself if one were to think about such things. And there was another contradiction - you knew everything but were only allowed to think about certain things. Everywhere she turned hypocrisy was blatant, but she was the only one that seemed to know or care. Perhaps that was because she was, like always, an outsider, different, this time shunned for thinking about the unthinkable. It was the story of her life- and now apparently her death.
The first whisper she had heard in almost a thousand years tickled her ears and pulled at her curiosity, drawing her towards its source. The thought that eavesdropping probably wasn't smiled upon crept into her mind as she stood silently with her ear pressed against the door; however, the idea that heaven was based upon unity and all-knowing was being violated merely by the closed door, so she figured that her sin could be excused in the wake of the huge one she had discovered.
"We will die if we are caught!" a sharp voice murmured, and Penelope instantly knew who it was: Laviticus, the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council.
"No stupid angel is going to find us out; they still think heaven is perfect!" the sly, intelligent Marcus, the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice, shot back, and she could picture in her mind exactly what he looked like, the vivid image of his stunningly handsome, almost cruel, mask-hidden face filling her mind. Gritting her teeth slightly at the insult against her and all of her fellows, she resolved that she would listen to the best of her ability in the name of the justice of heaven. Although, with the Overseer of Justice being involved in the scandal, she didn't know who would deal out his punishment.
"Now, what we have to do is find some way to get rid of that old fool Aurelius..."
Penelope's eyes widened in horror as she listened to their plan; they were going to try to murder His Holiness Aurelius, King of the Angels, and then claim themselves Princes of the Angels in his place.
"Such treachery must be stopped!" she murmured to herself, then floated off silently to go expose their wrongdoing to all of heaven.
Sorry only the first half is done; my dad's kicking me off the internet. I would love comments on what's been written though.
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Pet's name: Akuji
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. Shawna . wrote:aibo7m3 wrote:
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aibo7m3 wrote:. Shawna . wrote:aibo7m3 wrote:
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Aw, thank you!I didn't really think people would like it but I've been meaning to post something here and those were the only dressed up pets I had that weren't based off some character in some real story so I just stared at them for like five minutes last night until I had an idea of something to post here. It was really rushed though (I wrote it in around 30 minutes) since I have to finish my history homework and homework should take priority over CS so I wanted to finish it as quickly as possible.
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iPawki wrote:@Solfeggio; Beautiful story. <3 I really loved it o3o
@GigglePie: I think that that's a really perfect pair~ >D Wonderfully written story, too.
@● e r h y n ●; I agree with Whisper + Two, your stories are always great. :'D I loved it <3
@sionalover: Ooh, very interesting. <3 I liked it ^^
Death [♂] | Lisa [♀]
{rêver, jusqu’à l’aurore— aimer encore, aimer le ciel...
aimer et fondre l’or, faire de la mort une immortelle.}
The girl's expression was desolate, cold, almost empty. Through his eyes he saw her in her lunatic's form; she had fallen to madness, no doubt. Her hands were held upwards, her eyes lifted towards the skies and her lips parted slightly, pale and colorless. Her irises were clouded, as though she saw nothing in the world, her brain revolving only around her own murky thoughts. The child had some sort of thoughtful look on her face, as though she was thinking hard about something whereas the man could tell she wasn't.
She was lost (in her own mind, one might say). Death, hidden by the child's blindness, examined her carefully, tracing a finger across his lower lip and smiling lightly, as though amused by her lack of sanity. He would gather her soon, he told himself, but for now he could linger a little longer.
Lisa, the girl, the one looking at the skies, did not utter a single word. She saw no one... felt nothing, really. She'd thrown everything away and was on the brink of dying. The child knew what was to come, but she thought nothing of it. Her chin, quivering slightly, was thrust out towards the clouds. She was the madman, the lone fool who had lost reason long ago.
Death knew this; he examined his next prisoner with care, taking in every detail and aspect he saw.
She was a skinny thing, underfed and weary-looking. Tangled strands of red hair brushed her neck; her cheeks were lifeless, her parted lips breathing in the little amounts of air around her. She had no shoes on and the dirty brown dress she wore was tattered and worn down. She looked weak, and her eyes held no light.
Lisa was truly a peculiar child.
She began to move her feet, as though momentarily possessed. Her arms waved ever so slightly; she wasn't walking. She was dancing. No, that couldn't be right, could it? But yes, yes she was... her feet skimmed the ground beneath her, a serene smile having washed over her face. She seemed to have been caught in some sort of trance— then, unexpectedly, the child turned and Death revealed himself to her and she could see him... see something other than the obscure and abstract figures etched across her cruel world.
She knew immediately who he was, and what he wanted.
{mélancolie, par la porte opposée elle voit...
sa folie, qu’elle va jeter plus loin de toi.}
Her eyes were clear and bright when she spoke.
"I'm ready now."
{lyrics from lonely lisa - mylene farmer}
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. Shawna . wrote:. Shawna . wrote:aibo7m3 wrote:
Pet's name: Akuji
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Wow, for 30 min that was amazing! You should definately write more stories!
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