Thursday, July 8, 2010

Throwing Mountains: Chapter 3

We were like the fresh meant. As if at a new high school, trying to blend in with the crowd. It was a blur that caused us to consumed the brainwashed sickness; disorientated by the gleam of white which reflected from the preacher to the followers.
Continuous prayers were chorused until I found myself reciting them. Oh how I became eager to kneel in front of the ghost of a man! I barely realised, let alone could control myself from willingly luring into his presence, openly giving what he wanted. My soul? My body? I almost felt at peace from the horror that had placed itself upon my small home town, the description could almost entail that I was floating above my own body watching myself give in.
An absence of my body from my state of mind. Vividly, I saw Taybor shaking me from the trance and yet my body refused his awakening. My eyes clenched away from the reality that tried to distract me from the preachers beauty. His voice was long, deep and slower than what it usually sounded like, and as my lightly floating spirit scoped the room, I tried convincing myself that it was all a dream. However, as my eyes scanned the bodies of others praising the man, Hayley looked up.It was not as dream, she wanted me to know something. Could she have done this to me.
 She was crying, her eyes wide with a sense of fear. "At last i could hear her speak,'' I thought to myself as I waved my arms to call her attention.
'Come to me,' she beckoned and with her word, my spirit flew straight to her, as if she controlled me.
"What's going on?" I cried, my voice faded into an evaporated soundless pipe. She did not answer, anxiously i looked for one but all i could hear was the echo of Taybor.
"Sam!" he boomed, "Wake Up!"
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(chapter to be continued)

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