Lonely in Paris - and Journals
The night sky exploded in front of them, a silhouetted Eiffel Tower blocking the view, but no one cared. They were here to have fun, to enjoy themselves in the shadow of a monument. Crowd surfers passed by on shaky hands, their drinks driving both the surfers and the "waves" to uncontrollable laughter as they rode further and further away from their friends. The crowd danced in the glow of reflected images from the giant plasma screens. Firework after firework came to life and then died, one after another until there were no more. Even after the last of the fireworks stopped, the people still stayed, dancing till they were too intoxicated to stand. Some managed to make it back to their hotel rooms in one piece.
One man stayed, standing in the midst of the crowd, watching. He didn't have any alcohol, nor did he sing or dance with the others. He was just there. He saw the same fireworks, but they didn't seem to have the same affect on him. He heard the same music, but it didn't drive him to dance. He was under the surfers, but his hand didn't go up to help. He waited, and waited, till no one was left. He knew what they'd be doing. He knew their worlds would be exploding one more time tonight, this time without the help of fireworks. And he knew he was lonely.
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My responses sure have been a bit on the depressing side lately >_<
I'm sorry, I'll try to fix that in the next prompt
for
all_unwritten Prompt 325
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OMG OMG OMG!!!!! The moderator of
all_unwritten
lady_aduial actually commented on my response!! ahah! I feel so honored! I can't stop freaking out about it, it's so cool! :D :D Yaaay! thank you so much
lady_aduial!!!!!
This is what she said: "I think writing what you feel like writing is therapeutic. Especially depressing things. Good job. Good take."
. . . :D
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In other news!! I actually used my journal today :D the one I bought about a month ago >_<
Yeah I wrote my first entry in there and it was pretty cool. It does take a lot longer to actually hand-write something than to type it out, but hey, that doesn't really matter I guess unless my thoughts are coming too fast >_< haha
One man stayed, standing in the midst of the crowd, watching. He didn't have any alcohol, nor did he sing or dance with the others. He was just there. He saw the same fireworks, but they didn't seem to have the same affect on him. He heard the same music, but it didn't drive him to dance. He was under the surfers, but his hand didn't go up to help. He waited, and waited, till no one was left. He knew what they'd be doing. He knew their worlds would be exploding one more time tonight, this time without the help of fireworks. And he knew he was lonely.
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My responses sure have been a bit on the depressing side lately >_<
I'm sorry, I'll try to fix that in the next prompt
for
all_unwritten Prompt 325
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OMG OMG OMG!!!!! The moderator of
all_unwritten
lady_aduial actually commented on my response!! ahah! I feel so honored! I can't stop freaking out about it, it's so cool! :D :D Yaaay! thank you so much
lady_aduial!!!!!
This is what she said: "I think writing what you feel like writing is therapeutic. Especially depressing things. Good job. Good take."
. . . :D
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In other news!! I actually used my journal today :D the one I bought about a month ago >_<
Yeah I wrote my first entry in there and it was pretty cool. It does take a lot longer to actually hand-write something than to type it out, but hey, that doesn't really matter I guess unless my thoughts are coming too fast >_< haha
