Unveiled Pages

This was written as a challenge to write a 300-350 word story all in a single sentence.  White, everything was white, and she was lost within it, unable to get free no matter what she did; the stark desolation used to frighten her but now she had grown far too used to its constant presence, and even as she kept pace with her life, she could't shake it - the vehemence with which it contained her was too much even for one so much stronger than she - as things were, she didn't stand a chance, and it had been so long since she could see the world through anything other than her doomed porcelain lens, she had fallen deep into the sway of anhedonia, alone in apathetic agony; rasasvada enveloped her in the rare moments she could escape from the perpetual achromatic emptiness that formed her world, and it was so blissful, such a welcome freedom from her monotonous daily death, that it reignited her ability to dream in color, if only for a fleeting instant, but even so, it was not eno...

The wind whistled as it buffeted her body. She clung to the rail, dizzy, as she watched the waves crash onto the rocks far below. Across the open water, the sky burned with blood, a dusting of clouds smattered about the horizon. Slicing through the crimson, a single crow captured her eyes. Behind her, the light began to spin in circles, adding a ghostly cast to the evening's gloaming. In shaking hands, she stroked the book for which she gave up her dream job. The binding was worn almost through, yet the pages were still somehow in near pristine condition. She could never go back now, not since she'd made the stupid decision to become a thief. Slamming her fist onto the metal railing, she felt tears come to her eyes as she cradled her hand. In her other hand, the book thrummed to the beat of her heart. Unbidden, she felt herself move as if to take a step closer to the open sky. Dimly, she knew she did not want to move at all, but yet, she could not stop her body from twitc...

Her hands wouldn't stop shaking as she studied her face in her mirror. Gaunt, tired, and lonely, she barely recognized the women she was seeing. Raising her hand, she begins to drag the brush through her grey hair. Laughter bubbled in her chest as she chased her best friend through the grass. He turned around to grab her, and they fell in a heap on top of each other. As her laughter died away, she looked deep into his eyes, a wide smile on her face. He returned her piercing gaze. "Did you know you smile like you're gonna cry?" As the brush snags a tangle in her hair, she winces and lets go of the brush, leaving it to dangle from her hair. A wrinkled, unsteady hand reaches for a comb to help free the brush. She walked out of school to join the mass of preteens waiting for their parents. A hand brushed her shoulder, and she jumped, turning to see who had snuck up on her. He grinned at her annoyed expression, easily evading her unskilled slap in favor of kissing ...

"Alright, that's it for today. I'll let you go a few minutes early. Enjoy your weekend." She exhaled slowly as she fled the lecture hall, unable to stand the cramped presence of other people for a moment longer. Thankfully, night had already fallen, the darkness welcoming her home. In a blissfully short few minutes, she had slipped inside the ice arena and quickly made her way towards the lockers. Evading the eyes of the couple others around her, she hurriedly changed and put on her skates. As soon as her blades touched the ice, she felt a vast, relieving wave of calm wash over her mind. Even the two other people on the ice ceased to make her uneasy. As she moved smoothly from a couple warm-up laps into a routine to the chorus inside her, sound ceased to be, vision blurred, sensation itself surrendered to the melody. From within the rhapsodic oblivion, her dreams soared to fight for exultation. A perfect triple axel and the crowd roared for her. Underneath the...

Continued from  Poems #51-60 . #61 Snowflakes of tears whisper Of long lost days and Bittersweet fragments of dreams Saturate the air with desperate longing #62 Shape of words echo unseen Buried beneath the woes and Troubles plaguing forgotten times #63 Time withered away the hurtful memories Nourishing new blossoms of hope As they struggled to bloom in the Dying light which blanketed the earth #64 Romance fades only as time fades Love stronger than all else Clinging on till world's end #65 Beneath the surface of understanding, The seasons turn to dust Floating on the wings of fading winds #66 Before the moment of death A sharp intake of breath All hung suspended in tense Air of gruesome anticipation #67 Beyond this moment of discord The seasons fade into the mist For without harmony, what need Have we for a cyclic world #68 In the moonless darkness, The leaves sleep in silence Motionless unless forced by One who stalks in the night #6...