It is dark in the room. Not even a sliver of light from below the door. Not a sound to be heard except the sound of the blood pumping through his veins. That pounding sound inside his head, reminding him that he is still alive, even as his surroundings tells him differently. So hollow.
He sits still, not feeling the desire to move in the tiny room he lives. In the total darkness, once, he had stretched out his arms and could touch each of the four walls from where he sat...so close...and his arms folded quickly and he had not moved since.
His ears reaching out for a sound other than the pounding, or worse yet, his own breathing. The reminders that he is in this space and the nightmare shall not end. If the beating stopped, if the breathing sounds stopped would he feel more content. Would the hollowness be filled?
Would the sounds that now make him cringe, when gone, be missed?
Would the hollowness ebb?
Because if they gave him one final wish, and he did ask for another chance, would they actually grant such a thing? Or would they just shake their head slowly and say that second chances were not the things of wishes?
As he sits, silently, motionlessly and begins to feel the hollowness surround him.
Sitting still as it begins to envelop him and he waits for it to complete it's mission.
He sits still, not feeling the desire to move in the tiny room he lives. In the total darkness, once, he had stretched out his arms and could touch each of the four walls from where he sat...so close...and his arms folded quickly and he had not moved since.
His ears reaching out for a sound other than the pounding, or worse yet, his own breathing. The reminders that he is in this space and the nightmare shall not end. If the beating stopped, if the breathing sounds stopped would he feel more content. Would the hollowness be filled?
Would the sounds that now make him cringe, when gone, be missed?
Would the hollowness ebb?
Because if they gave him one final wish, and he did ask for another chance, would they actually grant such a thing? Or would they just shake their head slowly and say that second chances were not the things of wishes?
As he sits, silently, motionlessly and begins to feel the hollowness surround him.
Sitting still as it begins to envelop him and he waits for it to complete it's mission.
VEM1975
Proof positive we wrote back in the "olden" days -
and were pretty freakin' dark then too...
Actually we found some from way back in HS...and song lyrics too!
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Proof positive we wrote back in the "olden" days -
and were pretty freakin' dark then too...
Actually we found some from way back in HS...and song lyrics too!
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Finally...we had a hankering for something last night and then it hit us...
Stevie Ray & and Double Trouble.
This is "EMPTY ARMS", originally recorded on the 1985 album "SOUL TO SOUL"
It includes bassist Tommy Shannon and drummer Chris Layton.
HOT GUITAR
Your gonna miss me little darlin', the day that I'm gone
Your gonna miss me little baby, the day that I'm gone
Cause I'm leavin' in the mornin', won't be back at all
You have run me ragged baby, your own fault your on your own
You have run me ragged baby, your own fault your on your own
You didn't want me no way baby, 'till that other man was gone
You can try to get me back baby, with all your tricks and charms
You can try to get me back baby, with all your tricks and charms
But when all your games are over, you'll be left with empty arms
Low down and dead, and all alone
1975, huh? I was just about to start high school, and I was pretty dark myself then. I think everyone was in the mid-70s. Dunno why.
I like your story. It's short and sweet & set my imagination off.
I already had a go voting for bestest blog but it just crashed my PC, so you're gonna have to manage without me. Good luck x
Wow...this IS some powerful writing! I'm glad to know that you didn't just pop this out recently, my dear.
So you wrote song lyrics, too? Please share!
Have a good day Vinny!
You had that Stephen King prose going way back then???? DAY-UM, Mr. B...good stuff!!!!
TY for the Stevie Ray...I needed a little pick me up today!!
SMOOCH!!
SONGBIRD: That was junior year in college...
TOPCHAMP: TY for the nice words...sorry about the crash.
JULIE: And if I had just written it, would it make it different? Might share them at some point.
PIA: I guess I did...lol ty vm for the kind words and you are welcome for the SRV SMOOCH
I feel pretty hollow myself. I'm thinkin' that a baloney sandwich is in order. Cheers!!
MATT-MAN: Fry up some spam dude...
Hollow...
you certainly could have been grunge or gothic Vin.
STEVIE RAY AND DOUBLE TROUBLE!!!
Great tunes as always vin-man.
Dark? Yeah, no kidding. But I LOVE it.
Keep them coming darling.
WOO! Love it! 1975??? Impressive! You were an excellent writer already, while I was still wearing Pampers, working hard on the first word coming out of my mouth...
I do not want to hear about Sanni wearing diapers.
Sigh.
That makes me feel ancient.
Now I feel hollow.
Thanks, Bond!!!!
1975 huh? I wasn't even BORN then! Heck, I wasn't even CONCEIVED then! LOL Sooooooo, do you feel old yet? LOL :P
I dont know Mimi...Sanni in diapers sounds pretty hot!!
Luvs me some Stevie! Wooooooo!!
Hey - that little bit of prose has the rhythm and imagery of poetry.
Nice.
108: what to say...?
SPARKY: LOL, just an old hippie...Loves me SRV
ANGELL: You?? Like dark??? Nah.....hehehe Thank you so for your kind words and support.
SANNI: Oh I feel like such an dirty old man now...kinda like Matt-Man.. where is he?
MIMI: LOL I know I know... where is my walker...TY!!!!!
MERI: Actually..no I still feel 26... how's that!
MATT-MAN: Knew you would show up with talk of underaged females! LOL KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TRAVIS: TY Sir. I will be reposting on Monday. THANK YOU!
The year I turned 6 and started school...
Interesting tune, I share a birthday with SRV...
ANNDI: And we so appreciate you pointing that age fact out to us! LOL
SRV...good guy to share a birthday with...