Lonely little Forum — OZONE Asylum, home of the Mad Scientists

PSPong.com - Working Area!

Lonely little Forum

This page's ID: 13139

Edit Post

Who can edit a post?	The poster and administrators may edit a post. The poster can only edit it for a short while after the initial post.

Your User Name:
Your Password:
Login Options:	Remember Me On This Computer

Your Text: Insert Slimies » Insert UBB Code » Close Last Tag \| All Tags UBB Help	Slowly I open the door and peer in....... ......the last haunting echos of an inmate running somewhere in another place shouting [i]Fire!....Fire[/i], trip away and die amidst the maze of insanity....... .....gently pushing the door a little wider I survey the scene. My eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, dank room as the early morning sun pushes past me from behind the bars of the broken window in the corridor. ....dust motes dance lazily across the shafts of light, refracting from timeless gloss paint that now peels from the far wall......gossamer shards of an unfinished rainbow....... .....the echoes of madness that once were, have gone, replaced now with a cloying stench of sweat and stale cigarette smoke........I retch, and strain my inner being for sanity........ ......something begins materialising in the distant corridor. I push hard against the wall, the hairs on my neck bristling........it grows larger, swirling, misty.....the reality of it dawns..... The perceived conflagration by another was but the [i]Ozone[/i].......the mythical pathway to sanctuary?? Closing my eyes I feel a gentle breeze brush lightly across my face........somewhere, far off, the soothing sound of water and the soft sloshing noise of waves breaking on a sandy beach appease my soul...... Opening my eyes, the surreal vision is gone........I start at the soft sloshing sounds coming from the corridor. The solitary figure of ~vp~ on his morning chores jolts me back to reality. I turn again and stare at the emptiness where moments before I beheld a dream.....now only the dust motes playing in the sunlight fill my vision....... Turning, I walk doggedly along the corridor towards ~vp~, my footfall echoing through the emptiness.....I stop beside him as he looks up. The dark liquid pools of his eyes asking the question..... "The Ozone is within!.......I am the Ozone!" I answer. He lowers his gaze....... Empty I walk away........ [This message has been edited by Phil (edited 03-09-2001).] Loading...
Options:	Enable Slimies Enable Linkwords

« Backwards — Onwards »

Show Forum Drop Down Menu