Last iceberg! :D

[justice_turtle]

LAST ICEBERG. I made it! :D

Name: Peter
Story: JT's Mixed Bag
Colors: Iceberg #1 (snow), Cloud White #20 (waiting for rain), French Grey #16 (I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues. To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate one's self is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one's own powers.)
Supplies and Styles: Miniature, Glitter, Novelty Beads (They flutter behind you, your possible pasts/Some brighteyed and crazy, some frightened and lost/A warning to anyone still in command/Of their possible future to take care. - "Your Possible Pasts", Pink Floyd), Oils (are you paying attention to the signals?), Stain ("Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.")
Word Count: 33
Rating: PG
Warnings: sad



You gonna be okay?

No. No, I'm not.

Were you ever okay?

Maybe. Once. I don't know.

...would you know "okay" if it came up and hit you in the face?

Probably not.

Comments

[finch]

It's funny because it's way too familiar. Nice.

[justice_turtle]

Thank you! :-)

[bookblather]

Hurray for last iceberg! And :( for the story. I don't know how you managed to pack so much pain into less than fifty words, but I'm awed that you did.

[justice_turtle]

Like a lot of my shorter pieces, it comes from the things my brain was repeating in my head at the time I wrote it. Sometimes if I write them down they go away, y'know? Trapped in the ink, or electronic equivalent.

(Surely Rudyard Kipling or RL Stevenson or somebody already wrote a story about a writer's personal demons being trapped in the ink of his stories... it seems so obvious for the tone of that era's horror fiction. Didn't they?)

[clare_dragonfly]

Okay is kind of hard to define, isn't it? Very nice.

[justice_turtle]

*nods* Yes, yes it is.

Thank you for commenting! :-)