Post by spooky on Jun 1, 2015 13:33:12 GMT -5
plot
what drags you in won't always kill you
The air is cold, and so are you. The sky is vast as it always has been and always will be, and the harbor is dark and murky, as it always has been, and always will be. The news talks only of murder and violence, and there is a perpetual storm warning that scrolls across the bottom of the screen. The storm never seems to approach, but the clouds hang heavy and dark. there's a dunkin donuts on every street corner, and strangely enough every one sells a clam chowder that you know is made with the blood of innocents, yet still remains creamy white. you still eat it. the fig newtons have never actually been filled with fig, and marshmallow fluff has appeared so suddenly one day that no one questions it. you can not survive without it for over six months. do not try to. the ancient millponds you find in the woods are always too still. there will be a tree, or several, fallen into the water and reaching towards the center of the pond. you have to fight the urge to climb onto the log and follow it to where it disappears into the pool
. summer comes and everything is far far too green. the light shining through the leaves and the smell of growth calls you to the woods, following the rushing streams and blue-green ponds, and you return hours later with bug bites and mud on your ankles. all you can remember is the green light.
a strange town rumored to be the remains of roanoke, thought to have gathered their stuff and moved up to the coast of massachusetts without a word, and without a good reason. with a history that's murky at best and confusing at worst, the town is full of wonders. a harbor that's always abandoned, yet the boats still set sail. a town immersed in fog every day of the year, except the first winter storm. summers that drag on for ages and winters that last a millennium. here libraries are something to be feared and the movie theater only plays a four hour film of a mime standing in a field pretending to be trapped in a box. peculiarities aren't really peculiar, and education is muted. your stay is bleak, and you find yourself unable to leave.
. summer comes and everything is far far too green. the light shining through the leaves and the smell of growth calls you to the woods, following the rushing streams and blue-green ponds, and you return hours later with bug bites and mud on your ankles. all you can remember is the green light.
Welcome to Bleak hills
a strange town rumored to be the remains of roanoke, thought to have gathered their stuff and moved up to the coast of massachusetts without a word, and without a good reason. with a history that's murky at best and confusing at worst, the town is full of wonders. a harbor that's always abandoned, yet the boats still set sail. a town immersed in fog every day of the year, except the first winter storm. summers that drag on for ages and winters that last a millennium. here libraries are something to be feared and the movie theater only plays a four hour film of a mime standing in a field pretending to be trapped in a box. peculiarities aren't really peculiar, and education is muted. your stay is bleak, and you find yourself unable to leave.
deltra of gangnam style
