Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Nawrwrite: To Go Home (part 1)
Nawrwrite: To Go Home (part 1): "Soft gravel crunch; light pressure; step forward. 'Did you ever want to go somewhere....?' Again, the soft, gravel crunch; light pres..."
Monday, August 9, 2010
To Go Home (part 1)
Soft gravel crunch; light pressure; step forward.
"Did you ever want to go somewhere....?"
Again, the soft, gravel crunch; light pressure and move forward.
"....just to get away for a while..."
Soft, gravel crunch, light pressure, step forward.
"...so you can clear your head..."
Gravel crunch, press and step forward.
"...sometimes your own backyard won't do..."
Gravel crunch, press and stop.
"...but this is perfect...and it's not my backyard...."
Sand, a deep shade of red stretched out before him. It was clean. Untouched. Pure. The sky seemed to be on fire, creating a yellowish-red arch that spread out above the sand, extending into a deeper red, and deeper still if you tilted your head back, until it became a ceiling of black with shiny silvery-white dots scattered everywhere. He smiled, resisting the urge to cry and turned a full circle, taking in his surroundings. Earth was nowhere in sight. Just red sand. A beautiful shade of red. He had come up here alone, to clear his head. He was glad he did. He kept walking, enjoying the feel of the gravel-like sand beneath his feet. He wished he could take his helmet off and breathe in but that would impossible here. The atmosphere up here would take your breath away and leave you dead. Such beauty. Such poisonous beauty. Here he could find what he couldn't find at home: solitude. He felt a strange twinge in his heart. It wasn't the first time, either. Ever since he boarded that rocket, he tried to push the twinge away. The "are you sure?" twinge.
"Yes, of course I'm sure. I've wanted this my whole life. Just to be alone. To be away from everyone. I'll be able to tell them all about this later..." his thoughts trailed away as a new thought struck him:
"...everyone I know is now dead..."
His booted feet continued to crunch softly, quickly and quicker still as that one thought repeated itself
"...you're all alone up here...."
He walked faster, as if he could walk away from the thought, actually somehow out-walk it and leave it to die in this mass of red sand. It was no use
"...no wife..."
He shut his eyes for a moment, catching a glimpse of a pretty, frail young woman with smiling eyes and a warm face
"...no kids..."
It was as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He fell to his knees, once again, picturing the pretty young woman, only this time she held a little blonde girl who could not have been any older than three. She had the same smiling eyes as the young woman. At the young woman's side was a boy of about seven. He was holding a toy space ship
"...just like Daddy..."
The three of them stood in front of a white picket fence. Behind that was a beautiful two story home
"...the one place you worked so hard to get for your family...."
A hot rush of tears filled his eyes. He exhaled, fogging up his visor momentarily
"...what have you done, boy...."
That was his father's voice. The voice of a stern man who had never supported this astronaut's quest to find the most beautiful place where he could clear his head and live his life
"...what life is this for you now, son? Should have just stayed the course you were on. Beautiful home, family. You had a it all, just like I said you would...."
"...what life is this for you now, son?"
It was an achy voice now, one that sounded close to tears. It was his mother. A woman who had supported her son with whatever choice he made but had always advised that maybe this particular choice was a little far fetched.
"...what have I done..?"
He wanted desperately to wipe the tears that were forming in his eyes. He wanted to clutch his head and scream. What good would it do? He had found what he had been looking for, hadn't he? He had finally found the place where he belonged when no one would support him. He had succeeded!
"...all alone..."
This beautiful place with red sand
"...all alone..."
A breathtaking sky
"...all alone..."
and three moons to gaze at
"...all alone..."
All alone.
"Did you ever want to go somewhere....?"
Again, the soft, gravel crunch; light pressure and move forward.
"....just to get away for a while..."
Soft, gravel crunch, light pressure, step forward.
"...so you can clear your head..."
Gravel crunch, press and step forward.
"...sometimes your own backyard won't do..."
Gravel crunch, press and stop.
"...but this is perfect...and it's not my backyard...."
Sand, a deep shade of red stretched out before him. It was clean. Untouched. Pure. The sky seemed to be on fire, creating a yellowish-red arch that spread out above the sand, extending into a deeper red, and deeper still if you tilted your head back, until it became a ceiling of black with shiny silvery-white dots scattered everywhere. He smiled, resisting the urge to cry and turned a full circle, taking in his surroundings. Earth was nowhere in sight. Just red sand. A beautiful shade of red. He had come up here alone, to clear his head. He was glad he did. He kept walking, enjoying the feel of the gravel-like sand beneath his feet. He wished he could take his helmet off and breathe in but that would impossible here. The atmosphere up here would take your breath away and leave you dead. Such beauty. Such poisonous beauty. Here he could find what he couldn't find at home: solitude. He felt a strange twinge in his heart. It wasn't the first time, either. Ever since he boarded that rocket, he tried to push the twinge away. The "are you sure?" twinge.
"Yes, of course I'm sure. I've wanted this my whole life. Just to be alone. To be away from everyone. I'll be able to tell them all about this later..." his thoughts trailed away as a new thought struck him:
"...everyone I know is now dead..."
His booted feet continued to crunch softly, quickly and quicker still as that one thought repeated itself
"...you're all alone up here...."
He walked faster, as if he could walk away from the thought, actually somehow out-walk it and leave it to die in this mass of red sand. It was no use
"...no wife..."
He shut his eyes for a moment, catching a glimpse of a pretty, frail young woman with smiling eyes and a warm face
"...no kids..."
It was as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He fell to his knees, once again, picturing the pretty young woman, only this time she held a little blonde girl who could not have been any older than three. She had the same smiling eyes as the young woman. At the young woman's side was a boy of about seven. He was holding a toy space ship
"...just like Daddy..."
The three of them stood in front of a white picket fence. Behind that was a beautiful two story home
"...the one place you worked so hard to get for your family...."
A hot rush of tears filled his eyes. He exhaled, fogging up his visor momentarily
"...what have you done, boy...."
That was his father's voice. The voice of a stern man who had never supported this astronaut's quest to find the most beautiful place where he could clear his head and live his life
"...what life is this for you now, son? Should have just stayed the course you were on. Beautiful home, family. You had a it all, just like I said you would...."
"...what life is this for you now, son?"
It was an achy voice now, one that sounded close to tears. It was his mother. A woman who had supported her son with whatever choice he made but had always advised that maybe this particular choice was a little far fetched.
"...what have I done..?"
He wanted desperately to wipe the tears that were forming in his eyes. He wanted to clutch his head and scream. What good would it do? He had found what he had been looking for, hadn't he? He had finally found the place where he belonged when no one would support him. He had succeeded!
"...all alone..."
This beautiful place with red sand
"...all alone..."
A breathtaking sky
"...all alone..."
and three moons to gaze at
"...all alone..."
All alone.
Intro
Recently, I came across some short stories and poems. I decided I should do something with them. Many have been submitted elsewhere and almost all have been rejected. Read them for your amusement....read them if you think you can help me submit them somewhere....just read :) As you may have guessed, all work is copyrighted and not to be used without my permission.
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