Clock- Tick, tock… Tick tock… time moves on oblivious of the crumbling universe around it as the clock ticks relentlessly in rhythm with the flow. Time, the eternal juggernaut, moves on no matter the torn state of the world around it, and even when all else ceases to exist, the mighty tank that is time still rolls forward, acknowledged solely by the eternal ticking of the clock.
Snow- The cold winter has devoured all my assets, as I am left with noting but a seal skin to keep me warm. The brutal, blistering wind howls like a merciless pack of wolves, tearing at my near exposed flesh and bringing the cold back with a vengeance. I crawl into my shallow snow cave where I await my oncoming death, the sweat of making it frozen to my frostbitten flesh. I am hungry, frozen, and dying, but the worst part of it all is that I am alone.
I really like these streams of consciousness how they are, and they have great word choice and flow to them. The one thing I would change is the word "assets." It doesn't really seem to fit.
ReplyDeleteThese are pretty cool to read. I really like the clock entry, and the snow one is also really cool. The only suggestion I have is to maybe make these a poem.
ReplyDeleteThese are pretty cool. I enjoy the strong language that evokes such powerful reactions from the reader. I felt, as I read them, that they may be poems, waiting to be developed.
ReplyDeleteWow.... That's really depressing. But it is really nice of how you realted time to a tank.
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