End
I feel like Etudes should happen in a modern city of some sort.
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In other news, the theme of today's exercise is "end".
I want this to end so badly, but I think it's only beginning all over again. The serpent eats its tail and eventually there'll be no serpent left, but in the meanwhile, what happens to all of us who're somewhere in its belly? Maybe we'll be throttled by the tail as it comes in through the mouth... Or maybe we can somehow find a way to make it stop, make it spit its tail back out and begin again.
Maybe we just can't face the possibility that this really is the end.
The serpent is bright blue, with scales on both inside and outside. It has no feathers. It has fangs, which are very sharp, and are venomous. They drip with a clear fluid that stings when it touches you. I know this from experience. I don't know how I ended up in here, inside this serpent with suicidal, masochistic tendencies. All I know is that I want out, and currently out involves finding a way to push its tail back out.
There are others in here with me. Most of them have been here for a very long time, and they can see no end in sight. The serpent's been at this for a very long time, and I was just sucked in right along with the next section of tail. They try to reassure me that by the time it finishes eating itself, I'll be long gone and dead, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life in the belly of a serpent!
At least I'm not claustrophibic. I think Emily is, though. She sits there, huddled up, not talking to anyone, convinced that the walls of the serpent's insides are contracting and crushing her. Not that I blame her for being worried about it. I feel guilty because I brought her into this, with all my talk of grand expeditions... I remember setting out, remember the touch of the sun (how long has it been since I felt that?), and then there's a blank, grey area, with shots of blue running through it, and then there's the serpent's belly.
I have to get out of here, if for nothing more than my sanity. Everyone else in here is already a little crazy, if not very crazy. I don't think I can hold on much longer... Everyone's in close quarters and knows each other too well and there's nowhere to go to be all by yourself... No privacy at all. I hate it. I wish there were some way we could have rooms to our own, but in this constantly-moving place, there's nowhere to put walls and nothing to make them with.
448 words, 5 and a bit minutes
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In other news, the theme of today's exercise is "end".
I want this to end so badly, but I think it's only beginning all over again. The serpent eats its tail and eventually there'll be no serpent left, but in the meanwhile, what happens to all of us who're somewhere in its belly? Maybe we'll be throttled by the tail as it comes in through the mouth... Or maybe we can somehow find a way to make it stop, make it spit its tail back out and begin again.
Maybe we just can't face the possibility that this really is the end.
The serpent is bright blue, with scales on both inside and outside. It has no feathers. It has fangs, which are very sharp, and are venomous. They drip with a clear fluid that stings when it touches you. I know this from experience. I don't know how I ended up in here, inside this serpent with suicidal, masochistic tendencies. All I know is that I want out, and currently out involves finding a way to push its tail back out.
There are others in here with me. Most of them have been here for a very long time, and they can see no end in sight. The serpent's been at this for a very long time, and I was just sucked in right along with the next section of tail. They try to reassure me that by the time it finishes eating itself, I'll be long gone and dead, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life in the belly of a serpent!
At least I'm not claustrophibic. I think Emily is, though. She sits there, huddled up, not talking to anyone, convinced that the walls of the serpent's insides are contracting and crushing her. Not that I blame her for being worried about it. I feel guilty because I brought her into this, with all my talk of grand expeditions... I remember setting out, remember the touch of the sun (how long has it been since I felt that?), and then there's a blank, grey area, with shots of blue running through it, and then there's the serpent's belly.
I have to get out of here, if for nothing more than my sanity. Everyone else in here is already a little crazy, if not very crazy. I don't think I can hold on much longer... Everyone's in close quarters and knows each other too well and there's nowhere to go to be all by yourself... No privacy at all. I hate it. I wish there were some way we could have rooms to our own, but in this constantly-moving place, there's nowhere to put walls and nothing to make them with.
448 words, 5 and a bit minutes
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