Yang Guo and Xiao Long Nu's Reunion--If Written by Gu Long
Jun 10, 2014 6:38:26 GMT
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Post by siuyiu on Jun 10, 2014 6:38:26 GMT
Midday. A hidden niche beneath the cliffs.
A pool. Clear waters. Its depths like the deepest recesses of a woman's soul: unfathomable.
A man emerges. He has traversed years of grief. And cannot drown.
He sees a wooden house near the banks. He announces his presence to the silence. The silence does not answer, cannot answer, for Silence has no voice, has never had a voice, or perhaps it once did but lost it to Time, like a woman's virginity.
He knocks. He enters. He is in shock. Memories awash. Like the tide, he is brought back to an earlier time, a different life. Nostalgia.
He explores. A table, some chairs. A bed. A basket of mending. Everything in its proper place. There is no dust.
He weeps.
A hand, a white, gentle, elegant hand. Caressing his greyed head. Oh, the dreams he's had of that delicate hand!
He stares at the owner of the hand. Eyes meet and hold. Bodies allow no distance between them.
Time pauses in its measured steps. What is love, it asks the universe. That which surpasses life and death.
(ok, you can stop laughing! yes, this is totally a satire. but hope you don't mind me having some fun.
)
A pool. Clear waters. Its depths like the deepest recesses of a woman's soul: unfathomable.
A man emerges. He has traversed years of grief. And cannot drown.
He sees a wooden house near the banks. He announces his presence to the silence. The silence does not answer, cannot answer, for Silence has no voice, has never had a voice, or perhaps it once did but lost it to Time, like a woman's virginity.
He knocks. He enters. He is in shock. Memories awash. Like the tide, he is brought back to an earlier time, a different life. Nostalgia.
He explores. A table, some chairs. A bed. A basket of mending. Everything in its proper place. There is no dust.
He weeps.
A hand, a white, gentle, elegant hand. Caressing his greyed head. Oh, the dreams he's had of that delicate hand!
He stares at the owner of the hand. Eyes meet and hold. Bodies allow no distance between them.
Time pauses in its measured steps. What is love, it asks the universe. That which surpasses life and death.
(ok, you can stop laughing! yes, this is totally a satire. but hope you don't mind me having some fun.
)
I don't mind with unrated scenes. We're all above 21 y.o. Or perhaps you can put PG 17? LOL
thanks, kidd!