Post by Sabine Aris Oana Ishtar on Jun 22, 2014 7:41:44 GMT -6
narrator . "speech" . thought
Sabine stomped into the color-ridden Kaleidoasis. It was noon, and she was in a heated mood; her eyes and crystals matched the same dark, irritated color. Last week, she dug until her hands were numb and found nothing. Only the promise of buried treasure would bring her back every week. Anything she found would be worth something. If she found a treat, she could store those for use at The Salorium. An ingredient she could use in her alchemy. But nothing?! She could use nothing nowhere for no money at all!
To her dismay, Kaleidoasis was filled with mud today instead of dirt; strange considering it was bright and shining everywhere else. The mud wouldn’t stop her though; she started to work her way towards the opposite side of the garden, where she had not dug last week. Her steps were cautious but not cautious enough. As she stepped on a patch of grass, it took its’ release by sliding forward and sending Sabine backwards. She fell to the ground with a harsh bang that probably shook any nearby structure. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! If Sabine was angry before, she was raging now. Her lower legs and shorts were coated in mud. Her hands started to shake as she squeezed her eyes tight, forcing herself not to scream. She was nothing short of pissed at that very moment. Everything is ruined, she grumbled portions of words that didn’t make any sense as she ripped herself off of the floor.
Pissed about the mud, she was suddenly inspired to go for a swim. She grabbed a hold of the cement walls around the river running through Kaleidoasis. “Well, no one said everything had to be in the dirt...” Her words reassured her as she launched herself into the water. The mud still clung to her, but the majority of it washed away as she penetrated the surface. Without wasting much time, she drove herself down to the bottom of the river and picked up all the rocks she could. She repeated this over and over, hoping to find something in the depths of the river. The water didn’t move like a river and was clearer than any other, but it was thick and gooey. As she rose above the surface, it would fall off of her like snot out of a child’s nose.
occ;; Ewww snot out of a child's nose. Why did I write that?!
word count;; 395 words
in diving to the bottom of pleasure
we bring up more gravel than pearls
we bring up more gravel than pearls
