|
| 23 Aug 2015 12:59 PM |
Life was dark. All around it appeared as which I was trapped in a sepulchre; insipid. Somber and quiet. Suddenly, light. I look around to find myself in white oblivion. I hear nothing, see nothing, yet all of my senses are aroused. My core-feeling is to run, but my lack of limbs disables me to. I cannot. I will not. I must not. I only must do as I am commanded to. By only the will of a master shall I move.
Wet. I am covered with an unknown substance. It slowly heats to a burning level -- scalding even. I cry out, but the masses are not reached. I weep softly, unheard by the world. Cool. A cool, mucilaginous mellifluous liquid is poured on me. It tastes bitter, as it seeps into me; soaking in.
Something happens. I am lifted and abraded 'gainst a shingle-like surface. My innards are warm, but the surface is cold. A am lifted and squeezed with might. I prayed for death, but God or whoever plays him was too cruel. I wept.
I am put flat against an unknown surface. I cry out "Mother! Father! Save me," but my cries are not answers. I am forsaken. I am forgotten. I am Sponge. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 23 Aug 2015 01:02 PM |
| Please give me your thoughts. It took me a while to come up with a theme of the tale. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 23 Aug 2015 01:03 PM |
i thought this was about the vinesauce character not an inanimate object |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 23 Aug 2015 01:05 PM |
| Sponge is a tale of true sadness and heartache: The feeling of being left. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
| |
|
|
| 23 Aug 2015 02:01 PM |
| This is truly amazing and beautiful, but not perfect. I hardly even read it... and it's GREAT. |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|
|
| 23 Aug 2015 02:03 PM |
"This is truly amazing and beautiful, but not perfect. I hardly even read it... and it's GREAT."
Yes, yes. Thank you. It's from real-life struggle |
|
|
| Report Abuse |
|
|