Post by summissusuniversi on Sept 14, 2012 22:24:45 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background-image: url('http://myprofilebackgrounds.com/myspace-backgrounds/images/Colors%20~%20Grey/BlackAndWhite-1.gif'); border-top: 5px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 5px solid #1F1F1F] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -65px;]  [/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;] [/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 26px; margin-top: -342px; color: #515151]a mist that drawls in,[/style] [STYLE=text-align:left; margin-left: 85px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -350px; color: #00ff00;]Closer[/style][STYLE=font-size:9px; margin-left: 89px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 230px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #ECECEC; border-top: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-right: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; border-left: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; padding: 20px; color: #5A5A5A]The crowed of people loomed on the side of the ship bearing the view of land, one might call this the right side if they faced the direction of motion the cruiser moved toward, however there were sea languages and codes for such places. Linn couldn't recall that word for the right side, but nonetheless he was there peering at the tiny strip of land beyond a blue fathom. His heart skipped a beat when he realized how long it had been since he'd walked on land. Perhaps he would be a little more wobbly and wiggly than the average sailor after a long voyage. Linn thought of his legs actually wiggling like jello. His imagination would be happy to think of anything but salt water. He was having a wonderful time with the weird things; just as long as he was walking on land. His creative instincts began to cradle his imagination with words. letters flowed through the grooves of his mind and began to fill what had been hollow for so long. Being on the sea had felt wrong. Now that he could think of a new place to be, his mind pulsed with stimulation of how Linn was truly free. He pulled out from his pocket a small note pad. The creation of poetry was all it took for him to be glad. Such emotion toiled over the water like a boiling pot of hotter emotion. Fear had crept up on him throughout the voyage. His heart raced days and days it seemed going back forth between the depth of the labyrinth of doors and the decks with only the view of the ocean. The walls closed in when he walked between them, the open air was polluted by the temptation of jumping over the side, and his prison was full of the worst creatures imaginable, people. Horizon of water, endless and boundless had finally been broken by the mass of land sitting on the edge. Such a place would be more than sanctuary, it would be paradise. A few more minutes until he could escape the white metal jail. A grey mist was aroused form the water. It moved with a slow pace, but nonetheless crept forward like the hands of little demons edging ever closer to the pure hearts of humans. Linn didn't mind a little fog; as long Linn was able to get off the boat any weather would do well for him. He wondered if Madi would be happy enough. She would go with him to this trip. Although Linn knew she wasn't much of a traveler. It was still good to be with her. [/style][STYLE=text-align:right; margin-right: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: -18px; color: #090909;]SPEECHLESS BUT EXCITED[/style] |