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26 Jan 01 - 03:49 PM (#383301) Subject: Candlelight in her eyes...add on story From: katlaughing For PeterT, with apologies.**BG**
Eyes of Laura Nometatalk
It was there, in her eyes, the way I'd seen it a thousand times in my dreams, the light of the candles, sparkling, glinting off of her many prismed lenses. What depths of beauty promised there! What pleasure promised, too! Ah, my sweet, the eyes of my dreams...never flinching, always gazing into the flames, piercing my heart...like the ethereal beauty of burning, fleeting light, her eyes flickered as she opened her ruby red lips and said, What? Um...I thought we were talking about how my day went. Oh, you, um...yes, you wrote a journal, so what was it like? What, um, no not the videotaping your students did, I thought we were talking about your journal...What? What trip to Rio? What about your journal? Then you did what with your guitar? Look, can't you keep on track here? Focus, okay...I can't possibly follow you on all these tangents you're running on about. By the way, do you like my hair? It was then I saw the flame go out...the candle's, too. Her eyes became dull and lifeless, the eyes of a harridan, how could I have ever seen promise in those eyes...now duller as she quietly sank to the floor, my elegant fingers wrapped around her throat, telling her...You should have told me what your last name meant!!
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27 Jan 01 - 12:13 AM (#383429) Subject: RE: BS: Candlelight in her eyes...add on story From: GUEST Nometatalk??? |
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27 Jan 01 - 08:21 AM (#383546) Subject: RE: BS: Candlelight in her eyes...add on story From: GUEST,khandu No one knew the fixation that had gripped my heart, no one, not even the one that lay dead on my floor. "The journal..the journal. What was that she was saying about my journal?" Ah, alas, the candlelight was no more. All was dark. "Darkness, darkness, my good friend. How I dread to see you come, yet I love you once you are here." I spoke to her, she did not respond. I touched her cold lips, they did not speak. "Now, your body has been enveloped in the coldness that has ever been in your heart, my lovely. Ha! What dwells within shall manifest!" I smiled at my friend, darkness. "It is only you that I trust, for only you are what you seem. |
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27 Jan 01 - 09:43 AM (#383582) Subject: RE: BS: Candlelight in her eyes...add on story From: Peter T. And worse than that, whenever he picked up his guitar to play a shanty or a rag, it would always come out with "Laura". In desperation, he sold the guitar and took up the concertina -- "Laura" -- exchanged it for a xylophone --"Laura" -- hurled it away and took up shooting at a rifle range -- the holes around the shadowy heart spelled -- "Laura" -- he threw away his alphabet cereal for Cheerios, and was briefly happy, until the milk made all the "o's" soggy, and they lumped into --"Laura". |
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27 Jan 01 - 01:11 PM (#383713) Subject: RE: BS: Candlelight in her eyes...add on story From: SINSULL Meantime, the body stuffed in the abandoned guitar case had begun to decompose. Ms.Nometatalk was fast becoming Ms.Screamofstench. The dead eyes still stared taunting him with what might have been if only...if only... |
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27 Jan 01 - 01:49 PM (#383749) Subject: RE: BS: Candlelight in her eyes...add on story From: Amos He awoke from the nightmare with a start to the sound of the squealing of airbrakes and the chuffing protestations of the 1:19 for Grand Central pulling in to the little Connecticut one-horse railroad station. He grabbed his Dreadnought case and hoisted it onto the car, dragged it down the aisle to a velour-covered commuter seat and sank down, bemused by the dream and its myriad layers of possible meaning. Nometatalk! He laughed. He would have to tellLaura all about it when he got back to their coldwater flat in Greenwich Village. Damn these small town gigs, anyway, he thought drowsily. He watched the October countryside roll by as the New Haven railroad bore him swiftly towards a destiny he could not possibly have imagined. |
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27 Jan 01 - 08:11 PM (#383962) Subject: RE: BS: Candlelight in her eyes...add on story From: GUEST,khandu Yes, the New Haven railroad inexplicably reached a most unusual destination...Bloomer, Arkansas. "My God!, he whispered, "Who are these people and do they know of the journal? And why is that strange woman looking at me in that familiar manner? No, it can't be! NO!" he screamed in terror. "No, those eyes! It's! It's... |