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rainbowfic2015-01-04 09:18 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-01-04 09:18 pm
Entry tags:
Halloween orange
Name: Sebastian
Title: choke on the light
Story: The unnamed Sentient Carnival verse
Colors: Halloween Orange: All I long for is to roam, must this be my only home?
Supplies: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: People are trapped and hat's about it.
Word count; 358
Notes: First thing I've written this year! :D Yess. THis is pleasing I need to write other things but I am trying to hit my goal that i set for myself and writing anything is good right now.
She’s always been a Carnival girl, for as long as she can remember. She’s been the acrobat, the girl telling stories between the tents, the barker, the tarot reader, the girl running the games.
She’s grown up here, felt the pulse of the carnival pulling her for her entire life. She doesn’t regret it for a moment, wouldn’t have it any other way, though she knows others would. She knows the ones that get pulled in, the ghost kids, the hungry, needing people who come to find something, all want to feel freedom and the daylight on their skin.
But not her, not of the time.
But sometimes she falls in love with the idea of th sun, of the prospect of seeing the world outside of the gates of the carnival. She knows it’s never going to happen, knows she’s not meant for the world, that it’s too bright, too loud and you can’t always cheat and steal or talk your way out of problems.
But…
But she hears stories of the daylight, of the world outside and she wonders if she could run, to break out from the bindings of her home and see what it’s like to be somewhere else, even for a little while.
But she’ll approach the goes, passing the ticket keeper smiles at her in the way that says he knows what she’s u to, and gets almost to the gates opening before she feels the tightness around her neck.
Her binds pull her back, fingers around her throat and wrists pulling her away, dragging her back into the lights and noise of the traveling show.
Because she’s a Carnival Girl and that comes with certain things she should full well know. Things like not getting to the gate, not dreaming of the warmth of the sun on her skin, of not falling in love with the light and dreaming of a distant country home where there’s no moving, no traveling and roaming and pedaling cheap trinkets or luring people into a place they can never leave.
She’s a Carnival Girl, she is a part of the machine, she is never leaving.
Title: choke on the light
Story: The unnamed Sentient Carnival verse
Colors: Halloween Orange: All I long for is to roam, must this be my only home?
Supplies: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: People are trapped and hat's about it.
Word count; 358
Notes: First thing I've written this year! :D Yess. THis is pleasing I need to write other things but I am trying to hit my goal that i set for myself and writing anything is good right now.
She’s always been a Carnival girl, for as long as she can remember. She’s been the acrobat, the girl telling stories between the tents, the barker, the tarot reader, the girl running the games.
She’s grown up here, felt the pulse of the carnival pulling her for her entire life. She doesn’t regret it for a moment, wouldn’t have it any other way, though she knows others would. She knows the ones that get pulled in, the ghost kids, the hungry, needing people who come to find something, all want to feel freedom and the daylight on their skin.
But not her, not of the time.
But sometimes she falls in love with the idea of th sun, of the prospect of seeing the world outside of the gates of the carnival. She knows it’s never going to happen, knows she’s not meant for the world, that it’s too bright, too loud and you can’t always cheat and steal or talk your way out of problems.
But…
But she hears stories of the daylight, of the world outside and she wonders if she could run, to break out from the bindings of her home and see what it’s like to be somewhere else, even for a little while.
But she’ll approach the goes, passing the ticket keeper smiles at her in the way that says he knows what she’s u to, and gets almost to the gates opening before she feels the tightness around her neck.
Her binds pull her back, fingers around her throat and wrists pulling her away, dragging her back into the lights and noise of the traveling show.
Because she’s a Carnival Girl and that comes with certain things she should full well know. Things like not getting to the gate, not dreaming of the warmth of the sun on her skin, of not falling in love with the light and dreaming of a distant country home where there’s no moving, no traveling and roaming and pedaling cheap trinkets or luring people into a place they can never leave.
She’s a Carnival Girl, she is a part of the machine, she is never leaving.
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That was SO what I needed after today.
And just beautiful.
Thank you for your beauty.
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