The End
02-29-12, 11:32 PM
Tiny ripples caressed across the surface of the water like a blanket being whipped across a bed. It was beautiful really, the conflicting forces of gravity and molecular cohesion bent and twisted into the most perfect of shapes. Fiz lifted his foot slightly so as to catch a few raindrops before they struck the water, defending against the miniature torrent for a moment at least. Slowly, he dropped his small foot back into a dead hang, sighing heavily. He looked up with a face of dead earnest, eyes broadcasting the fate of one condemned.
The docks of Scara Brae brought solace to this soul devoid of peace, but it was far past time for Fiz to be back. Back… He thought, turning the word over in his mind, analyzing it, living it, breathing it. A thousand different scenarios emblazoned themselves within his mind with the word all within the matter of a second. This of course, happened involuntarily.
“Damn it!†Fiz cursed aloud as he’d seen others do when perturbed by something. He had no earthly notion as to how to feel frustration but he knew that this curse was something he did not want. Unrelenting thoughts, pushing and bludgeoning his mind every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, every hour of every day and so on and so forth. None of it had any rhyme or reason, simply knowledge seemingly poured from nowhere, cramming itself inside his head and exploding into the front of his thoughts like a wave smashing against the shore. Sometimes it was worse than others.... That had been a prime example of when he couldn't.. Most of the time he could control it, contain this mad drivel his own mind produced. It was hard to keep it down though… It always had been…
Fiz shook slightly as he ripped himself out of his thoughts and came back to the world. It was pouring now, the light, almost tickly drops from before now thick, heavy gobs of water marching from the sky in legions.
Drizzle…
Rain…
Hail…
Snow..
Precipitation..
Precipitation..
Precipitation: The product of gravity acting upon water vapor within the planet’s atmosphere. Can occur whe-
Fiz had to stop it again. With a heart full of resignation, he pushed himself up from the flimsy wooden planks and began to plod over to the primary section of the dock locale.
The docks of Scara Brae brought solace to this soul devoid of peace, but it was far past time for Fiz to be back. Back… He thought, turning the word over in his mind, analyzing it, living it, breathing it. A thousand different scenarios emblazoned themselves within his mind with the word all within the matter of a second. This of course, happened involuntarily.
“Damn it!†Fiz cursed aloud as he’d seen others do when perturbed by something. He had no earthly notion as to how to feel frustration but he knew that this curse was something he did not want. Unrelenting thoughts, pushing and bludgeoning his mind every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, every hour of every day and so on and so forth. None of it had any rhyme or reason, simply knowledge seemingly poured from nowhere, cramming itself inside his head and exploding into the front of his thoughts like a wave smashing against the shore. Sometimes it was worse than others.... That had been a prime example of when he couldn't.. Most of the time he could control it, contain this mad drivel his own mind produced. It was hard to keep it down though… It always had been…
Fiz shook slightly as he ripped himself out of his thoughts and came back to the world. It was pouring now, the light, almost tickly drops from before now thick, heavy gobs of water marching from the sky in legions.
Drizzle…
Rain…
Hail…
Snow..
Precipitation..
Precipitation..
Precipitation: The product of gravity acting upon water vapor within the planet’s atmosphere. Can occur whe-
Fiz had to stop it again. With a heart full of resignation, he pushed himself up from the flimsy wooden planks and began to plod over to the primary section of the dock locale.