A/N: Okay, well this is more of an idea than an actual story, but I just couldn't sleep one night, and having the strange mind I possess, this came out of my insomnia. If it's not too much trouble, some feedback would be sweet, mostly 'cause I'm curious to see what you guys think of it. And as a disclaimer, no I don't actually believe in limbo, but it does interest me. ;)
Limbo
She had no idea what exactly was happening, or why it was happening to her, of all people.
Her head was spinning and her eyes couldn’t focus on any of the blurs of color than raced in and out of her line of sight. They were taunting her, toying with her mind and her sanity, because they knew she couldn’t keep up with them.
She struggled to find herself in the strange world she was currently in the middle of. Maybe if she could just get a grip on herself, if she could just figure out who she was, the rest would all become clear. If she could just latch onto a piece of herself that she knew was real...
But she couldn’t even remember what her name was, let alone how she’d gotten to be where she was. She couldn’t tell left from right, and the impossible seemed so probable while the possible was inconceivable.
The colors whirled around her, encompassing her in their dance, and she could have sworn a sort of maniacal laughter was emitted from them.
She closed her eyes and tried her breathing exercises. Inhale, count to five slowly, exhale. But beyond her closed eyelids she could tell that nothing was slowing down. Those exercises might work with stress, but they wouldn’t help her regain control in this twisted alternate universe.
Instead she began exploring the idea of moving her body, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon either. Her nerve system seemed to have entirely vanished; she knew she had all of her limbs but she wasn’t receiving any sort of sensory input from them, and when she told herself to wiggle a toe nothing happened.
She opened her eyes again and tried to look down at her body, but it wasn’t there, nor was it not there.
But I’m still alive, she reasoned, I’m still alive and I would have remembered if they’d cut off my legs, right? So my body has to be there.
Even as she thought it, she doubted it. Nothing else made sense, anyway.
She was suspended in an abstract world of absolute nothingness. She didn’t feel like a part of substantial human existence anymore. She was somewhere entirely separate from the mundane world. This was not a place with taxi cabs and trees, this was a place with nothing, not even space or time.
Am I dead? she wondered. She wanted to dismiss the idea as it crossed her mind, but as she thought of it, it seemed to make sense. Foggy, disjointed images flickered through her mind, none of them accompanied by sound or context. There she was, two bright circles of light racing towards her on a road. There she was, in a white room with a man crying at her bedside, machines blinking to her right. There she was, unable to move as a lid enclosed her in a small shallow box. There she was, here she was.
The images trickled out of her mind, and she became aware of a constant roar of sound in her ears, cut through occasionally by the crazy laughter. It was a sound that she could not place, one she had never heard before. It was a sound of pain, like someone being tortured, but it was too horrible to have come from something actually alive. It was a sound of all the hopelessness and pessimism and masochism that had ever gripped anyone. More than that, it was the sound of all the negative and all the evil that had ever existed. No living being could produce such a wretched and chilling noise.
So she couldn’t move. She couldn’t see anything but the bright blurs. When she attempted to open her mouth to yell for help, her throat constricted like she was choaking.
Maybe it had been ten minutes since she first came to her senses in this hellish world. Maybe it had been ten years. But after several failed attempts to kill herself by choaking to death during screaming attempts, she realized this was it. She did not voluntarily arrive here, but she could not leave, either. She felt her mind run in circles, banging on the walls and searching desperately for an escape that did not exist. She felt herself resign, and mentally crouch in a corner in the fetal position. She was too acutely conscious of her mounting insanity and the bubbling desperation in her chest, the panic that was beginning to overtake her. Hard as she tried to fight it, she knew it wouldn’t be long before her mind was entirely gone, if any ounce of rationality even remained now.
And, still, the colors kept dancing.
Limbo
She had no idea what exactly was happening, or why it was happening to her, of all people.
Her head was spinning and her eyes couldn’t focus on any of the blurs of color than raced in and out of her line of sight. They were taunting her, toying with her mind and her sanity, because they knew she couldn’t keep up with them.
She struggled to find herself in the strange world she was currently in the middle of. Maybe if she could just get a grip on herself, if she could just figure out who she was, the rest would all become clear. If she could just latch onto a piece of herself that she knew was real...
But she couldn’t even remember what her name was, let alone how she’d gotten to be where she was. She couldn’t tell left from right, and the impossible seemed so probable while the possible was inconceivable.
The colors whirled around her, encompassing her in their dance, and she could have sworn a sort of maniacal laughter was emitted from them.
She closed her eyes and tried her breathing exercises. Inhale, count to five slowly, exhale. But beyond her closed eyelids she could tell that nothing was slowing down. Those exercises might work with stress, but they wouldn’t help her regain control in this twisted alternate universe.
Instead she began exploring the idea of moving her body, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon either. Her nerve system seemed to have entirely vanished; she knew she had all of her limbs but she wasn’t receiving any sort of sensory input from them, and when she told herself to wiggle a toe nothing happened.
She opened her eyes again and tried to look down at her body, but it wasn’t there, nor was it not there.
But I’m still alive, she reasoned, I’m still alive and I would have remembered if they’d cut off my legs, right? So my body has to be there.
Even as she thought it, she doubted it. Nothing else made sense, anyway.
She was suspended in an abstract world of absolute nothingness. She didn’t feel like a part of substantial human existence anymore. She was somewhere entirely separate from the mundane world. This was not a place with taxi cabs and trees, this was a place with nothing, not even space or time.
Am I dead? she wondered. She wanted to dismiss the idea as it crossed her mind, but as she thought of it, it seemed to make sense. Foggy, disjointed images flickered through her mind, none of them accompanied by sound or context. There she was, two bright circles of light racing towards her on a road. There she was, in a white room with a man crying at her bedside, machines blinking to her right. There she was, unable to move as a lid enclosed her in a small shallow box. There she was, here she was.
The images trickled out of her mind, and she became aware of a constant roar of sound in her ears, cut through occasionally by the crazy laughter. It was a sound that she could not place, one she had never heard before. It was a sound of pain, like someone being tortured, but it was too horrible to have come from something actually alive. It was a sound of all the hopelessness and pessimism and masochism that had ever gripped anyone. More than that, it was the sound of all the negative and all the evil that had ever existed. No living being could produce such a wretched and chilling noise.
So she couldn’t move. She couldn’t see anything but the bright blurs. When she attempted to open her mouth to yell for help, her throat constricted like she was choaking.
Maybe it had been ten minutes since she first came to her senses in this hellish world. Maybe it had been ten years. But after several failed attempts to kill herself by choaking to death during screaming attempts, she realized this was it. She did not voluntarily arrive here, but she could not leave, either. She felt her mind run in circles, banging on the walls and searching desperately for an escape that did not exist. She felt herself resign, and mentally crouch in a corner in the fetal position. She was too acutely conscious of her mounting insanity and the bubbling desperation in her chest, the panic that was beginning to overtake her. Hard as she tried to fight it, she knew it wouldn’t be long before her mind was entirely gone, if any ounce of rationality even remained now.
And, still, the colors kept dancing.
On a foggy day ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven by two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted by wolves ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
Or have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
First person writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). You use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to you themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to second person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person books often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do you think?
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If you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something you can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something you can do.