The lights-
Those blinding lights were unmistakable.
I knew exactly where I was.
Slowly, careful, I move my fingers, toes,
And move cautiously to my limbs.
Good.
Everything is in tact.
I slip my legs off the side of the cold steel table.
My feet drop to something wet and sticky.
Oh my gosh!
Its blood!
I quickly examine my body.
No cuts on my arms, none on my legs
There isnt a scratch on my body.
That can only mean one thing
The blood is not my own.
But whose is it?
Oh well it doesnt really matter now.
I slip out of the operating room
And make my way down the lonely corridor.
Whe
That light.
Ive seen it before.
Once again Im under the lights.
And once again
Im alone.
I move from the table
And my feet touch something wet.
Slowly, I move my eyes down.
Oh my God!
Its blood!
I look at my hands, my wrists, anything.
Nothing.
Its not my own. Then whos is it?
Who could have lost this much blood.
I move from where I am,
Unable to take that aweful stench much longer.
As I move down the hallway
The rectangular lights over heard begin to flicker.
The hallway goes dim.
People are going by me.
An almost endless sea of faces
Something is wrong.
I see myself in every
The Begining....Of The End? by operaguy1, literature
Literature
The Begining....Of The End?
The stark contrasts of the day have been replaced by the softer hues of night. There is no wind tonight. No rustling leaves can be heard in the small park. There is no whispering in the trees. Nothing interesting is happening really. Well, if one determines interesting as anything out of the ordinary that is. The newborn children have long been put into their linen lined cribs and adorned with brand new garments that are more than likely left-overs from the shower. The old men are sitting in their soft leather high back chairs smoking the familiar tobacco pipe that they have had since the beginnings of tobacco it seems. The streets are
The lights-
Those blinding lights were unmistakable.
I knew exactly where I was.
Slowly, careful, I move my fingers, toes,
And move cautiously to my limbs.
Good.
Everything is in tact.
I slip my legs off the side of the cold steel table.
My feet drop to something wet and sticky.
Oh my gosh!
Its blood!
I quickly examine my body.
No cuts on my arms, none on my legs
There isnt a scratch on my body.
That can only mean one thing
The blood is not my own.
But whose is it?
Oh well it doesnt really matter now.
I slip out of the operating room
And make my way down the lonely corridor.
Whe
That light.
Ive seen it before.
Once again Im under the lights.
And once again
Im alone.
I move from the table
And my feet touch something wet.
Slowly, I move my eyes down.
Oh my God!
Its blood!
I look at my hands, my wrists, anything.
Nothing.
Its not my own. Then whos is it?
Who could have lost this much blood.
I move from where I am,
Unable to take that aweful stench much longer.
As I move down the hallway
The rectangular lights over heard begin to flicker.
The hallway goes dim.
People are going by me.
An almost endless sea of faces
Something is wrong.
I see myself in every
The Begining....Of The End? by operaguy1, literature
Literature
The Begining....Of The End?
The stark contrasts of the day have been replaced by the softer hues of night. There is no wind tonight. No rustling leaves can be heard in the small park. There is no whispering in the trees. Nothing interesting is happening really. Well, if one determines interesting as anything out of the ordinary that is. The newborn children have long been put into their linen lined cribs and adorned with brand new garments that are more than likely left-overs from the shower. The old men are sitting in their soft leather high back chairs smoking the familiar tobacco pipe that they have had since the beginnings of tobacco it seems. The streets are
Well..I have really been wanting to go to the South Carolina Governor's School for the Arts and Humanities, and now may just be my chance!I am holding in my hands the app as we speak! I am so happy you can barely start to fathom how happy I am. I still have to audition, but that shouldn't be too hard. I just hope I get accepted. xD Skerry.
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