(this is for an upcoming book so the concepts may seem somewhat bizarre here but if you read what im about to post - next book - it'll make sense! woop)
- The room was closing in on me, I had felt my mind blurring with every deafening beat of the song. I had fallen deeper and deeper to the illusion, attempting to resist giving in. I knew that behind these pastel prismatic walls was something sinister awaiting us - but through the unclear swirling vision I saw in front of me along with the gradually increasing volume of the music, my mind had wondered.
- I felt my mind drift away from me, to a point I could not breach. It was at this point I knew we were gone. With the little piece of drifting awareness I had left, I desperately directed my unfocused eyes to every side of the club hoping to find them - and when I did, I knew we had lost. They wobbled with the little stability they had left, experiencing all the hallucinations and lack of control I had - and within a blink of an eye they had all dropped to the floor. These Prismatic Pastel walls were not what they had shown themselves to be - and with a simple void gaze, I collapsed to the ground.
- Luminous pools of brown seemed frivolous in such place - everyone gazed upon the prismatic patterns with dim yellow pools in complete mental unconsciousness. His hazel bright eyes that I had memorized each detail of was long gone. He was gone. He was void.
- Immunity itself is unable to withstand eternally.
- I tried so desperately to keep my hand linked with hers ensuring a firm grip - she was holding on to the hands of the rest of us. I felt the all too familiar transitioning zone and knew the risk of the exposure that was about to follow; but to lose your team is to lose your family - and you cannot win without them. As I felt myself drifting towards unconsciousness, I tensed and watched as my veins spread out and popped up slightly, turning an intense violet colour evident from my skin. My vision blurred quickly and rendered back, assuring me that my eyes had returned to their purple state. My translucent skin and visually unusual eyes had been enough for anyone to confirm their suspicions of Nisonomaes.
ONE LINERS // EFFECTIVE CONCLUSIONS FOR PARAGRAPHS
- My open transition would be enough to instigate riots.
- Nisonomaes were abhorrent to those of the town.
- We were the kids of interminable danger.
- A cacophony that haunted the all too familiar prismatic walls.
- Thats what it was - a meticulously crafted hallucination box.
- They had drained the priors to a point before death: draining them of their memories and their own subconsciousness - revitalising them to be only physically present.
- I froze - suffering from a brief cataclysmic fear that there was no true escape to the hallucination box.
- I vacillated on determining whether or not to let go. I knew, I could not. I never, ever could.
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The Brainstorm Banter
Genç KurguA book of impulse brainstorm. "To me, writing on impulse generally refers to when you hear a song that just makes you feel or remember certain things. It's like when you smell a scent from your childhood but can't particularly pinpoint what it was f...
