Re: Mini-Grand 5106 [Round 1: Corola Cabana]
08-02-2011, 04:55 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by XX.
run ghost fast ghost run on your long long legs the mice are hiding away
swift ghost hungry ghost this ghost runs with the Winter on her back. faster than mice, faster than rats, faster than the twigs the mice tap on her sides and faster than the bees the mice tell to sting her. white ghost, white ghost, no one sees the ghost in Winter
they see death
Death sees them.
run, ghost
red mouth.
Winter is light, light as a mouse, wintermouse Winter mouse . no more silence, no more Silent. poor ghost. Winter speaks. she feels it on her back and sides like a winged-thing, calling and calling and the mice fall down down down, all fall down. the mice run but Winter finds them and Winter freezes them cold and hot and cold and dead. strange Winter, odd Winter, the winter she knows is cold and cold alone. the ghost runs under Winter and thinks of these things
a nest before her, tall and pale
the ghost leaps
the ghost is on the wall, little claws on the strange strange rock. she is steady, tall white shadow on the rock but she feels Winter start to fall, down to the ground, long fall down straight down. winterpaws on her skin but her bones are smooth and there is nothing to climb and the ghost feels Winter
slip
and the ghost is over the wall and on the flat ground where the mice walk and the winged-things peck the ground when the snow covers all. the ghost can go where she wants but she cannot carry Winter, she cannot fly with another to bear. poor winter, poor mouse. no flight, falling. she tells Winter of her sorrow and Winter tells back.
“Yes, gravity has a tendency to do that. Try to be more careful, please.”
run, ghost
there is a gap, there is a valley and the white ghost flies in the air, no wings, ghosts fly in the sun and the light not the shadows where the wing-things nest and peck. Winter calls, Winter’s surprise- but the ghost lands safe, her legs are long and she lands like snow. light like wings. she flies like a winged-thing on the wind before the shadows of the ghosts fall upon them and they fly no more.
and there are mouse sounds below
Winter grows cold
“What do you MEAN I can’t have a tab? Don’t you know who I am?”
mouse sounds, mouse calls
claws on dirt
Winter speaks to the ghost and the ghost goes slowly down the wall. the ghost calls the Silence where the Silence had gone and Winter grows quiet as the snow
patient ghost, quiet ghost
creep creep, said the spider, I’m coming for you
Spoiler
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run ghost fast ghost run on your long long legs the mice are hiding away
swift ghost hungry ghost this ghost runs with the Winter on her back. faster than mice, faster than rats, faster than the twigs the mice tap on her sides and faster than the bees the mice tell to sting her. white ghost, white ghost, no one sees the ghost in Winter
they see death
Death sees them.
run, ghost
red mouth.
Winter is light, light as a mouse, wintermouse Winter mouse . no more silence, no more Silent. poor ghost. Winter speaks. she feels it on her back and sides like a winged-thing, calling and calling and the mice fall down down down, all fall down. the mice run but Winter finds them and Winter freezes them cold and hot and cold and dead. strange Winter, odd Winter, the winter she knows is cold and cold alone. the ghost runs under Winter and thinks of these things
a nest before her, tall and pale
the ghost leaps
the ghost is on the wall, little claws on the strange strange rock. she is steady, tall white shadow on the rock but she feels Winter start to fall, down to the ground, long fall down straight down. winterpaws on her skin but her bones are smooth and there is nothing to climb and the ghost feels Winter
slip
and the ghost is over the wall and on the flat ground where the mice walk and the winged-things peck the ground when the snow covers all. the ghost can go where she wants but she cannot carry Winter, she cannot fly with another to bear. poor winter, poor mouse. no flight, falling. she tells Winter of her sorrow and Winter tells back.
“Yes, gravity has a tendency to do that. Try to be more careful, please.”
run, ghost
there is a gap, there is a valley and the white ghost flies in the air, no wings, ghosts fly in the sun and the light not the shadows where the wing-things nest and peck. Winter calls, Winter’s surprise- but the ghost lands safe, her legs are long and she lands like snow. light like wings. she flies like a winged-thing on the wind before the shadows of the ghosts fall upon them and they fly no more.
and there are mouse sounds below
Winter grows cold
“What do you MEAN I can’t have a tab? Don’t you know who I am?”
mouse sounds, mouse calls
claws on dirt
Winter speaks to the ghost and the ghost goes slowly down the wall. the ghost calls the Silence where the Silence had gone and Winter grows quiet as the snow
patient ghost, quiet ghost
creep creep, said the spider, I’m coming for you