VENTUSY CHEESEBALLEDNESS

I was talking to myself today, as per normal, and I told myself that I should blog. And myself listened. Below is something I wrote today in my writing class. We were given a list of random words chosen from the book Ventus ( An epic science fiction novel) to fit into a piece. Although it has a darker tone than I usually use, I really like it and hope that you do to (I am a cheeseball, I know).

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"Purgatory"

You may be surprised to see the souls of the dead taking form. They are visible, but their shape is unknown. The gray hands of smoke caress their potential features. They are speaking. Frantic whispers compete to tell of once vital things – of Gods, and Questions, of Complications, and Obsessions. Their voices, humming like flies over a corpse, are hurried, for not often does a human come to lend an ear to their plight. They must be heard – but they cannot be. Voices run together, over one another, marring their soft words.  You just stand there, now not attempting to make out their unintelligible tributes. They are eternal laborers, plowing their farms of doomed hope. Hope for you. It matters not who you are, or who they are even. They want only to be heard – to be cared for by another soul. They want it so badly that they cannot, like hostages sometimes do with their keepers, form any sort of bond within each other. They are chained together only by their uniform hope that someone will hear them. They are like stubborn elders – so entirely focused on one thought that their ways cannot be altered. Unlike an evolving infant, they are denied any form of mental expansion.  

Your time here is almost up and you wait patiently to be released from this panicked wasteland. No, you cannot hear their words, but you know what they are trying to tell you. 

“I tried. “

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"DOUBLE STICKER FRIDAY!"

-Natalie