Waiting on the Sun [Prose]

This was really good. I'm not normally a fan of prose, but I quite enjoyed this piece. The beginning of it definitely caught my attention. Starting it with the time was nice. A flawless write.

-Briana

Counting every second so unwanted thoughts don't creep into my mind.
`Interesting. I've never thought about it that way... How clever. I'm fascinated.

Dreaming is worse than thinking, so I'll take my chances with being conscious. There's no way I want those screaming voices surrounding me again.
`I'm questioning, are those screaming voices your dreams? Because dreams tend to be sweet; a reflection on your desires--which is what I thought here, would be the wish to go back into the memories and make them come alive again. Which is worse than thinking because you have no control over your dreams.

Silence.

Something so loud it could drive you insane, make hair rip from your skull, and nails claw at skin.

Panic!

I can't hear the clock! Has time stopped? Will I be stuck in this wicked space of time eternally? Will I ever leave these vicious memories behind?
`Interesting transition. The silence, not only when laying in bed just waiting, can make you go insane, but also when in a dying or already ended relationship--there's often awkward silences and stares. That drives you insane too. I like that you made that insanity graphic :) And then the Panic! It's ironic that we want time to stop when we're making those memories, so we'll live in them forever, but later on we just want time to move move move its arse! *Sigh.

I thought the ending was a lot weaker than the other two prose you've written, but I still like the whole piece :)

..__MiNDYY

I don't really know much about writing prose, but i totally understand what this one meant. During the night is when my memories and guilt creep underneath my eyelids, opening my eyes and keeping me from sleep. It was written beautifully and read so smoothly. I wish there was more I could say, but I just absolutely loved it! Good Work!!

I don't really know much about writing prose, but i totally understand what this one meant. During the night is when my memories and guilt creep underneath my eyelids, opening my eyes and keeping me from sleep. It was written beautifully and read so smoothly. I wish there was more I could say, but I just absolutely loved it! Good Work!!

Holy Crap. O.O

I despise sleeping, because the nightmares make it unbearable. So like you said, I'd rather stay awake and take my chances. But it's harder, when it's that point in time when you're not sure if it's late or if it's early and it feels like the end of the world is crashing down on your head...*or am i just insane?* so, what i'm trying ((trying...lol)) to say is, I think I understood this poem.

I can't hear the clock! Has time stopped? Will I be stuck in this wicked space of time eternally? Will I ever leave these vicious memories behind?

Tick.

Relief.

^ God knows I've done that before. My clock's broken right now, and so it doesn't tick tock right and so the moments of panic stretch longer and longer and it's just terrifying. you're all alone. in the dark....and you think, what if this is all that i've got left? ug. i'm almost crying now, actually. >.<

lovely prose, Cayce. I wish I knew how to write these...keep up the lovely work, babe. ^.^