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A random drabble I've written

PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:13 am
by Universal Prime
Those hands, I can't forget those silly, delicate hands. Always spinning and dancing and cutting away, spinning and dancing and crushing away, twirling and whirling and warping around and away. I cannot fathom how to get away. Every time I close my eyes they come back. Any peace of mind I gain is lost within their image. No escape, I can’t escape, nothing can get me away from those dancing, enthusiastic, delicate mechanical hands and their diamond encrusted fingers.......

I've gotten the luck to have a literature Professor to review it, and this version is modified based on his critiques.

Re: A random drabble I've written

PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:27 pm
by Counterpunch
Context?

Re: A random drabble I've written

PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:31 pm
by Universal Prime
Counterpunch wrote:Context?
Someone going mad. This was written on impulse.

Re: A random drabble I've written

PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 7:23 pm
by JetOptimus23
Universal Prime wrote:Those hands, I can't forget those silly, delicate hands. Always spinning and dancing and cutting away, spinning and dancing and crushing away, twirling and whirling and warping around and away. I cannot fathom how to get away. Every time I close my eyes they come back. Any peace of mind I gain is lost within their image. No escape, I can’t escape, nothing can get me away from those dancing, enthusiastic, delicate mechanical hands and their diamond encrusted fingers.......

I've gotten the luck to have a literature Professor to review it, and this version is modified based on his critiques.


This is awesome, but also slightly creepy. Is this from personal experience? 8-}

Re: A random drabble I've written

PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:27 pm
by Universal Prime
JetOptimus23 wrote:
Universal Prime wrote:Those hands, I can't forget those silly, delicate hands. Always spinning and dancing and cutting away, spinning and dancing and crushing away, twirling and whirling and warping around and away. I cannot fathom how to get away. Every time I close my eyes they come back. Any peace of mind I gain is lost within their image. No escape, I can’t escape, nothing can get me away from those dancing, enthusiastic, delicate mechanical hands and their diamond encrusted fingers.......

I've gotten the luck to have a literature Professor to review it, and this version is modified based on his critiques.


This is awesome, but also slightly creepy. Is this from personal experience? 8-}
Thank God no.