Post by Sapphira on May 3, 2008 23:27:30 GMT 1
Ok, I know i'm supposed to be writing Deja Vu, but this idea has hung over me like an old dead goose since last week.
It's gonna be 1/3, so i probs wont be doing more than 3 parts. Comments/criticism welcome!! It's set when Chas leaves for the army. this isnt exactly what happened - i've made some of it up but anyway, hope you like it!
Here it is...
“I’m leaving, Carl. I’m leaving Emmerdale behind, and setting out for pastures new.”
These words had haunted him. Six hours ago, they had formed, fresh on her glistening lips. She hadn’t known the pain that they would cause. He hadn’t had a chance to tell her how he felt. And Carl had known then that the glimmer of hope of reunion would all be lost.
She can’t leave me… she can’t, she can’t. But she was going to. She was leaving him for a new life and new prospects. She would forge new relationships and new alliances. She would forget him and everything they had ever had. And yet, at the back of his mind, he couldn’t help wondering if he was the reason that she was leaving. After the drama of the last few weeks, Chas’ relationship with Denzel had finally deteriorated, leaving her single and free once more. Carl had hoped that eventually the flame between them, that had re-ignited already, would burn untamed.
Carl leaned his head against the cool glass of Dale View. What wouldn’t he give to rewind the last couple of months and take back everything he had done. He had messed up. Big time.
The full moon was hovering high in the sky, casting a grim fluorescent light over the village. Its silver beams were cold and uncomforting. Carl sighed and turned away.
I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple
Sometimes good bye's the only way
Carl slipped underneath the duvet of his king-sized double bed. Burying his head under the pillow, he attempted to smother his desperate sobs as the night wore on.
Fires burning, oceans moaning. Winds howling, wild wolves yowling. Darkness clouding, mist clearing. Seas crying, friends dying.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families' turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
The Grim Reaper called.
Dawn arrived, and with her, she brought the rosy yellow sun.
The duvet that had covered Carl’s lanky form now lay on the floor. He was drenched in cold sweat and was shivering from his nightmare. Regaining consciousness, he opened one eye at a time and breathed slowly, attempting to remember why his heart felt so heavy and his eyes threatened to cloud with tears. With a sharp pang, followed by a sinking feeling, he recalled the conversation of the night before.
It's gonna be 1/3, so i probs wont be doing more than 3 parts. Comments/criticism welcome!! It's set when Chas leaves for the army. this isnt exactly what happened - i've made some of it up but anyway, hope you like it!
Here it is...
COLOURLESS FUTURE
Part I
“I’m leaving, Carl. I’m leaving Emmerdale behind, and setting out for pastures new.”
These words had haunted him. Six hours ago, they had formed, fresh on her glistening lips. She hadn’t known the pain that they would cause. He hadn’t had a chance to tell her how he felt. And Carl had known then that the glimmer of hope of reunion would all be lost.
She can’t leave me… she can’t, she can’t. But she was going to. She was leaving him for a new life and new prospects. She would forge new relationships and new alliances. She would forget him and everything they had ever had. And yet, at the back of his mind, he couldn’t help wondering if he was the reason that she was leaving. After the drama of the last few weeks, Chas’ relationship with Denzel had finally deteriorated, leaving her single and free once more. Carl had hoped that eventually the flame between them, that had re-ignited already, would burn untamed.
Carl leaned his head against the cool glass of Dale View. What wouldn’t he give to rewind the last couple of months and take back everything he had done. He had messed up. Big time.
The full moon was hovering high in the sky, casting a grim fluorescent light over the village. Its silver beams were cold and uncomforting. Carl sighed and turned away.
I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple
Sometimes good bye's the only way
Carl slipped underneath the duvet of his king-sized double bed. Burying his head under the pillow, he attempted to smother his desperate sobs as the night wore on.
*****
Fires burning, oceans moaning. Winds howling, wild wolves yowling. Darkness clouding, mist clearing. Seas crying, friends dying.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families' turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
The Grim Reaper called.
*****
Dawn arrived, and with her, she brought the rosy yellow sun.
The duvet that had covered Carl’s lanky form now lay on the floor. He was drenched in cold sweat and was shivering from his nightmare. Regaining consciousness, he opened one eye at a time and breathed slowly, attempting to remember why his heart felt so heavy and his eyes threatened to cloud with tears. With a sharp pang, followed by a sinking feeling, he recalled the conversation of the night before.
Please post up the second part! =]
i love it 