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Aug. 27th, 2007 09:53 pmIt’s like the woods from a storybook, she decides, only more. The green is greener than green, the brown of the trees richer than brown, the water wetter than water itself. The triplet of suns in the sky are much too bright; she shuts them out and gently rubs the back of her head, where a headache is gathering in intensity and blood colours her hair. The creek a few feet away is loud and simultaneously soothing and painful. As she lets sound and smell wash over here, she understands, finally, what’s so very wrong and different. There is no Time.
Everywhere else she feels it, sometimes lazily drifting alongside her, sometimes rushing her on with adrenaline and excitement, sometimes relentlessly pulling her with it from one painful moment to the next. Here, it simply isn’t. Here, it is now, content to be now forever, and every now before and after besides. She opens her eyes with the shock of this realization, and, yes, if she stares at that tree closely enough, she can truly see it; a seed, a sapling, a mighty tree towering over the rest of the forest, an old stump withered and dying.
She turns away hurriedly, head splitting from the strain of seeing the tree’s life all at once, and instead watches the creek. “Doctor,” a voice sounds in the rush of water over stones.
“Who?” she answers cautiously.
“Listen to me, Doctor,” says the voice in the gentle roll of thunder from a storm far away. “Eternity. Darkness. Remember.”
She frowns. “What about it?”
( 'Do you realize you’re talking to yourself?' Another voice, new and completely familiar in a comforting way. She turns to it and finds a blue-eyed youth in a cricketer’s outfit, hands in his trouser pockets. )
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Prompt: 193 - Write a ficlet inspired by the following image: Forest & Creek
Word Count: 1,152
Everywhere else she feels it, sometimes lazily drifting alongside her, sometimes rushing her on with adrenaline and excitement, sometimes relentlessly pulling her with it from one painful moment to the next. Here, it simply isn’t. Here, it is now, content to be now forever, and every now before and after besides. She opens her eyes with the shock of this realization, and, yes, if she stares at that tree closely enough, she can truly see it; a seed, a sapling, a mighty tree towering over the rest of the forest, an old stump withered and dying.
She turns away hurriedly, head splitting from the strain of seeing the tree’s life all at once, and instead watches the creek. “Doctor,” a voice sounds in the rush of water over stones.
“Who?” she answers cautiously.
“Listen to me, Doctor,” says the voice in the gentle roll of thunder from a storm far away. “Eternity. Darkness. Remember.”
She frowns. “What about it?”
( 'Do you realize you’re talking to yourself?' Another voice, new and completely familiar in a comforting way. She turns to it and finds a blue-eyed youth in a cricketer’s outfit, hands in his trouser pockets. )
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theatrical_musePrompt: 193 - Write a ficlet inspired by the following image: Forest & Creek
Word Count: 1,152
