They were always afraid to look. Possibilites bowed down and swept her lashes once, marvelling at the world, it's swirling blues and clouds, saw the time elaspe in decades with one blink. Her vision rushed to a small village, the old school house nestled by the church at night. It's slumbering graveyard mellowed the beat and roars of a young party, breaking into the dark sky. Kids wrecked about on the rooftop, perched on mossed tiles, laughing and giddying down red wine. Two girls, one black, one white, focoused on high above at far away stars. The black girl seemed instensed upon some silent noise. Her gaze was steadfast and ready. nothing could break her poise, it was serene and devoted. The white girl looked to her side to fascintae at her friends blissful composure, and fell about in bemusement, the delight of witnessing her peace caused her to announce, 'I want to be where you are!' The church tower clanged in hollow tones. Their bones whispered to each other, 'you are mine, I am yours' Possibilites watched their dance flare up with passionate wild features, and it made her bow again, like a gracious teacher. One glass was left on the edge of the house top. A reminder tommorrow, it would be, of the night before. it's revelations and cosmic wanderings. The children slid down the tiles into the bathroom window, clambered through and found a red disco lit bedroom. The sounds and joy of gathering rang out, as the dead lay passively in the grounds next door. They never look, she thought. Except perhaps, some miracle was evolving here tonight... The girls were quiet and joyous together, saw the shapes of friends holler and celebrate together. The black girl stayed close to the white girl. waiting for her courage. Till the white girl heard the ever so quiet sounds, of beckoning, 'Look, Don't be afraid', she heard. And time stopped forever as she turned, to face her greatest dream. She looked directly into the eyes of her beloved, and saw the greatest scope of what could be. Reflected in those eyes she saw a love so sincere and eternal, it made any other experience fade to oblivion. She saw a timeless soul, that webbed them both together, shared body, shared mind, she saw the deepest love, that no man could surprise or shake. The very foundation of life, It's everpresent Grace. It was the love of man, spun out in wild beautiful eyes. It was the world turned upside down and revealed for her to see, as real. Every question in her heart was answered with one look, 'Really. every love you had concieved of is true. Really'
What's this Keramptha? There are no mentions of any midgets. There's not a single word that has been pumped. There's not even a ghost of a foetus in it. This is NOT the Keramptha I know, and it seems that you have been away from the Writer's Forum for too long and grown rusty. You're going to need to write a lot more stories to get back to your old athletic form. I hope this does not deter you, but you need to go down to the word gym and pump some words up.
