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| Psychedelic Reflections I: P.H. & psychokinesis.
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The single naked bulb sheds its hollow glare on the gathering electric tension. The woman in the cell stands with her arms hanging limply by her sides. She faces the Plexiglas wall before her with a look of studied indifference. From a distance, arrives the sound of an iron gate opening causing her to flinch slightly but not so much that, had anyone been watching, they would have noticed. The sound causes the woman to raise her eyes revealing them to be shockingly blue and only slightly crossed. She heaves a sigh; it is time.
The steady click of syncopated heels approaches from the hallway. In the tiny cell, a storm is gathering; the way in which the woman tosses her long blonde hair back is coy but oddly sinister. She pushes her shoulders back and begins to concentrate. Her gaze fixes on the locking mechanism of the wall. Her eyes narrow, but not so much as to cause them to wrinkle. She remains focused on the locking mechanism. Her brow furrows, but not so much as to cause wrinkles. Vibrations begin to rise up through the floor. It has begun.
On a long, languid Californian evening, anything can happen and often does. In truth, sometimes one needs to suspend one’s belief in order to fully perceive the magnitude of what happens. The warm inland breeze brings scents of passion, crime and permutation. Where the line draws thin between here-and-now and the possibilities of some other time, the colourful rainbow of incongruity can sift down and expose it’s myriad options to the receptive mind. It is only in this state of mind, that it is possible to notice the small things that fall outside of the normal range of experience; an available parking space, the presence of a police officer when needed, or a cab for hire at 5:03 p.m. Indeed, there are stranger things that exist, and one of them is about to happen.
The vibrations continue to rise from the floor and the Plexiglas wall picks them up. It begins to shake slightly which causes waves of reflected light to ripple across its surface. The young woman stands perfectly still, fixing her eyes on the locking mechanism. Faint beads of sweat begin to appear on her forehead and upper lip but she would never admit it. Suddenly there is a subtle metallic click and the door begins to move.
The door slides open as the prison matron removes her passkey from the opposite side. The woman in the cell looks up with a malevolent glint shining in her eyes. Her mouth broadens into a smile. She is confident that this demonstration of her power will suffice. For now.
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i am impreseed!!! your writing is excellent. how long have you been writing now?
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Posted by jason
on 2007-06-29 17:53:52
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thx jason! i appreciate the fb. the writing... it's a long, wierd story. maybe that'll be a future story. cheers! :o)
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Posted by badlydrawnstickman
on 2007-06-29 20:51:24
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me too - very cool ;)
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Posted by jgirl88
on 2007-06-30 06:55:53
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