☂ this ain't a scene, it's a - ?
Just me going off on random writing tangents, and this was the result.
Author: nerrin
Characters: IDK x2
Setting: City-scape
Overhead, trains continue their journey. Rails snake their way around pillars of steel, columns of iron. Tracks through the city, like the millions of paths through mazes, over and out, across the neverending skylines.
Rattling noise, like the drone of the ceiling fans, descends. Clutching on to the hat settled atop your head, you wait for the air to settle itself after yet another train zooms by overhead. The nails on the suspended metal rails rattle and as the city lights flash blue and yellow, you can't help but wonder how long they can last before another tragedy occurs.
Drawing the long, navy coat tighter around your shivering body, you make your way to the livelier districts where fluorescant lights gleam, where the snow falls with less of a hurry to their ends. Similar beings with similar fates.
"The hell!" someone exclaims behind you, and you whirl around, surprised. "What're you doing out here alone?"
You laugh at the affronted expression on his face - he's your best friend, always has been; all ridiculously rash energy to counter your gloomier calm. "Nothing much, just sightseeing."
"Sightseeing in your hometown? Seriously man, where have you been!?"
"Oh," you say breathily, finally cathing your breath, "Around."
He rolls his eyes, says, "Right," grabs your arm and you stumble forward, taken by surprise. "Hey," your protest, is met by "NO BUTS", like how he always says it to your face in that stupidly determined way that can't help but make you smile regardless.
The cables from whirring machines hang like vines attending a meeting most cordial, as the two of you race through the snow-covered streets, ignoring the way your black boots crunch at the snow with every heavy step you take. Life drifts past, fading yellow glows with their own stories that you can't understand, and probably never will.
Apartments rise like window-washing giants in the distant, the residents' districts, Part One of over Twenty and more; you've just never bothered to journey that far across the graying land. Boxes hewn from stone, cobblestone roads winding around them like ribbons.
"Your family'll worry if you run off too much!" your companion says, and you laugh sheepishly - you can't help it, wandering's in your blood like the tendency to dream of adventure is in his.
"Ah, sorry," you say, and watch in amusement as he breaks into a wide smile, ruffling your already-windswept hair. "Don't you have to get home too?"
He scowls, shrugs, "That, too."
For a moment you consider telling him to buzz off before you, but then another train whizzes by overhead, more snow falling with the churning noise, as one. In the distance, a multitude of inorganic pillars reach for a sky they can never hope to scratch, lights blink on and off like christmassy defects.
Whatever you'd originally wanted to say is drowned, by the city, stolen, by the winter. Instead you shrug, you nod; you wave him goodbye.
END.
Like, what is this shit, it's TIRING to write like this okay. This is why I've recently switched back to past-tense, present-tense is cool but tedious but 100 times more...'poetic' or 'gen'. .__.
Uh, see you all, I guess.
Author: nerrin
Characters: IDK x2
Setting: City-scape
Overhead, trains continue their journey. Rails snake their way around pillars of steel, columns of iron. Tracks through the city, like the millions of paths through mazes, over and out, across the neverending skylines.
Rattling noise, like the drone of the ceiling fans, descends. Clutching on to the hat settled atop your head, you wait for the air to settle itself after yet another train zooms by overhead. The nails on the suspended metal rails rattle and as the city lights flash blue and yellow, you can't help but wonder how long they can last before another tragedy occurs.
Drawing the long, navy coat tighter around your shivering body, you make your way to the livelier districts where fluorescant lights gleam, where the snow falls with less of a hurry to their ends. Similar beings with similar fates.
"The hell!" someone exclaims behind you, and you whirl around, surprised. "What're you doing out here alone?"
You laugh at the affronted expression on his face - he's your best friend, always has been; all ridiculously rash energy to counter your gloomier calm. "Nothing much, just sightseeing."
"Sightseeing in your hometown? Seriously man, where have you been!?"
"Oh," you say breathily, finally cathing your breath, "Around."
He rolls his eyes, says, "Right," grabs your arm and you stumble forward, taken by surprise. "Hey," your protest, is met by "NO BUTS", like how he always says it to your face in that stupidly determined way that can't help but make you smile regardless.
The cables from whirring machines hang like vines attending a meeting most cordial, as the two of you race through the snow-covered streets, ignoring the way your black boots crunch at the snow with every heavy step you take. Life drifts past, fading yellow glows with their own stories that you can't understand, and probably never will.
Apartments rise like window-washing giants in the distant, the residents' districts, Part One of over Twenty and more; you've just never bothered to journey that far across the graying land. Boxes hewn from stone, cobblestone roads winding around them like ribbons.
"Your family'll worry if you run off too much!" your companion says, and you laugh sheepishly - you can't help it, wandering's in your blood like the tendency to dream of adventure is in his.
"Ah, sorry," you say, and watch in amusement as he breaks into a wide smile, ruffling your already-windswept hair. "Don't you have to get home too?"
He scowls, shrugs, "That, too."
For a moment you consider telling him to buzz off before you, but then another train whizzes by overhead, more snow falling with the churning noise, as one. In the distance, a multitude of inorganic pillars reach for a sky they can never hope to scratch, lights blink on and off like christmassy defects.
Whatever you'd originally wanted to say is drowned, by the city, stolen, by the winter. Instead you shrug, you nod; you wave him goodbye.
END.
Like, what is this shit, it's TIRING to write like this okay. This is why I've recently switched back to past-tense, present-tense is cool but tedious but 100 times more...'poetic' or 'gen'. .__.
Uh, see you all, I guess.