Reborn

Started by Lily October 30th, 2004 7:45 AM
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Lily

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New Joisey
Seen February 26th, 2017
Posted June 26th, 2011
3,329 posts
18.7 Years
Eleventh one shot I made. XD Not my best and rather short. :O~



Reborn



Sadness.

Loneliness.

Dying.

I may think I am, for the enclosed cramped place is positively suffocating me.

Darkness is not the word I am looking for, more of a hollow air sifting around me, blocking entrance to my lungs. It is the despaired torment blowing a mute hum through my hearings. I must get out, I must pry free, and I must escape. If I try to explain why, I shall probably fail. It is another one of those diverse concepts you know of, but there is no correct explanation for it. So if it were to be bluntly stated; I must get out.

But it is easier said than done.

Every gasping breath leaves me, as I try pounding on the hard outer covering.

It does not even cringe at the numb force I give it. I am certain I will perish amongst the enclosed shadows if I do not get out. Just like my instinct, I know for a common fact I must drink in oxygen in order to stay alive.

I save a bit of air, trying to calm myself down. Wriggling a bit in the tight area, I feel absolutely claustrophobic. My breaths come out slower and saving, despite the fact oxygen is running out. I pray to whoever may be in the outside world to guide me to my freedom.

For a while, the only companion I receive is silence. She is a sweet and steady beauty holding myself together, as I curl up, squinting to see.

And for all the same, all I receive are more darkness. They envelope me into layers of shadows, before a slight fluorescent light glimmers through the barrier I am in. Is this the outside world I am seeing? How queer it is! Light shields dark, everything is serene and joyful, while I must remain inside this nestling.

But no, I see something more.

Eyes.

Different shaded eyes peering down on my queerly and oddly, before holding whatever I was in. I immediately begin to shiver and clench myself together, staying rigid and unmoving. Somehow, this makes them unhappy I presume. Dissatisfied is not the right word, but perhaps trepidation of the strangers and my location currently? I watch steadily at the blurry outline of the figures, contemplating my own death. Is it right for me to think these things, I cannot tell. But it feels like the truth. And the lies, they comfort me.

My time is running out so soon. I have given up on the hopes of breaking free of the wretched curse put upon me. The outer covering is hard, and it is defiant and refuses to even make a little dent in spite of my feeble attempts on exerting much force. A haunting thought lurks about, and I have a feeling I will do something soon. Whatever it is, no words can exactly describe it. It is a mere presumption however, my whole body feeling void of emotions and quite sore.

Those eyes still ponder on me; I manage to weakly shift my weight, trying one last time to break the hue of black. No such luck or miracles avail me. And even if I did pray, no one must have been around to hear them.

Bearing the burden and task of facing death is difficult. How shall I approach her? I see the eyes had given up on me, and even the outside world is bleak and a pale shade of gray. Somehow, the all the emotions are stripped away. I am a mere vessel, a lonely hidden one curling up waiting patiently for fate. Intelligence is one thing that keeps me up, as I realize one vital thing about the place I am in.

An egg.

So why am I granted these knowledge when they would provide useless without life? Sudden shifts in movement tire me, the egg I am in is feeling oddly cold. It is an icy temperature that freezes time, slowing down gradually until it stops altogether.

So did they give up on me?

I would try to get out, but the last of my breath is leaving me. I would try again, but my time has finally run out much to my dismay. I do not feel fear or nervousness. I merely reflect back to my short period of thought provoking seconds, before trying to block out anything coming. Life was just another cycle, as I now wait to be evaporated from the dew.

A swift fleeting glance at the light and the colors sprayed across my vision, the darkness ends in a peaceful haze.

~*~

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Seen March 13th, 2013
Posted April 22nd, 2011
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A brilliant point-of-view one-shot story Lily. ^^ Never read anything like it before and you have a wonderful perspective of it.

I did catch one mistake though even I'm not too sure on it:

My breaths come out slower and saving, despite the fact oxygen is running out.
Not sure if it should be breaths or breath or come or comes depending on which tense of breath you want. They both work either way but meh, maybe I'm just a tad confused or something *shrugs*.

But overall, its a brilliant one-shot like I said and an interesting insight on it as well.

LaTeR dAyZ!

Lily

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Female
New Joisey
Seen February 26th, 2017
Posted June 26th, 2011
3,329 posts
18.7 Years
Breezy; hm. Yes, it should be 'breath' not 'breaths'...stupid plural forms, I got a tad bit confused there as well. Thanks for reviewing though! I appreciate it a lot. ^_^

Autumn; Thank you too for reviewing as well. What, no one ever heard a story about a Pokemon inside an egg? ;_; You're missing out on all the fun.

XD But ty.

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