Madness ("Wordless" challenge) LadyAmarra
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sga_flashficTitle: Madness
Author: Amarra
Rating: R (warnings for multiple Character death, nothing graphic though)
Disclaimer: I just borrowed them to play.
Words: around 500
Summary: "Nourishment for the flames, all of them, anyone, everything, all consumed by hot and scorching madness, and never ending fire..."
Note: Written for the Wordless Challenge. Not betaed. And sorry for posting it wrong the first time around, I guess posting after not sleeping for two days made me forget that particular rule. SORRY!!! (on the plus side; I could polish up the grammar before reposting again.)
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Words can not describe the beauty.
There exists no sane way for the human brain, let alone for the primitive human voice cords or tongue, to even contemplate the forming of the thoughts and sounds necessary to capture and depict even the tiniest fracture of the marvellous splendour the scene offered to its beholder.
Impossibly beauty beyond reach and understanding, god, so impossible - all there in one moment and all gone in the next.
Oh hell, he can not even start to understand the scene and he was, no is a genius. Smart, so smart and the world was so hot and cold all around him, mellow somehow.
Red and gold is everywhere, like blood and the sun, mating and consuming, bright and dark at the same time; pure madness. Beautiful. Impossible. Madness. Pure madness, tinted only with the smallest shadows of black that crawls into the air along the horizon and out of sight in the bleeding sky. Oh, so delicate, so graceful and alive, like small rivulets of balck blood on red snow or the claws of a bird digging into the bark of an old oak.
Like Sheppard's hand digs into him.
Oh yes, like young branches that reached out to be bathed in the sun, hungry and consuming, bringing life and fruit and nourishment.
Nourishment for the flames, all of them, anyone, everything. All consumed by hot and scorching madness and never ending fire, feed and feed and feed by oxygen, pure air from blue skies and sheep clouds.
Oh god.
There is no blue and black anymore, just red, just red and white now.
Even his flesh is black and the water is like ink.
The air, so hot air burning in his lungs, glowing and pealing the skin of his face, and still so cold, so unbelievable cold. He shivers and trashes, fighting against the beauty and the fire, the nourishment, the air.
“Hold still damn it,” Sheppard growls and holds to him, bloody hands cramp in cut t-shirt and melted plastic.
He has his arm around Rodney and pulls, keeps him spread out and floating along. Rodney just stares at the madness. Anything is red, even the hand that clings to him, secures him, the body that holds him afloat in the mass of fire and beauty, pulling and moving and saving him, where he could not save anyone else.
Reality crashes down on him and tunes out the beauty to let in the sound. Silence and red and gloom give way to insanity, screams and flames. It’s crying metal that rings through the night not a human voice, splintering glass, water turning to salt and fog, god.
Rodney spits out a mouth full of water.
“They are gone,” Rodney splutters and Sheppard’s hand digs harder into the broken cloth and flesh of his friend.
They head for a floating piece out in the waves, far out and away from their city. As far away as Sheppard can swim. As far as the waves carry them away from the undertow of their sinking city, from their lives and their failures.
It’s Rodney’s fault and he knows it, falls silent and speaks no more, the madness holds his throat closed.
“Hold on buddy,” Sheppard grunts. "Just hold on,"
He is coughing and fighting, but eventually, he grows wordless as well, like their city and the flames.
***
Author: Amarra
Rating: R (warnings for multiple Character death, nothing graphic though)
Disclaimer: I just borrowed them to play.
Words: around 500
Summary: "Nourishment for the flames, all of them, anyone, everything, all consumed by hot and scorching madness, and never ending fire..."
Note: Written for the Wordless Challenge. Not betaed. And sorry for posting it wrong the first time around, I guess posting after not sleeping for two days made me forget that particular rule. SORRY!!! (on the plus side; I could polish up the grammar before reposting again.)
***
Words can not describe the beauty.
There exists no sane way for the human brain, let alone for the primitive human voice cords or tongue, to even contemplate the forming of the thoughts and sounds necessary to capture and depict even the tiniest fracture of the marvellous splendour the scene offered to its beholder.
Impossibly beauty beyond reach and understanding, god, so impossible - all there in one moment and all gone in the next.
Oh hell, he can not even start to understand the scene and he was, no is a genius. Smart, so smart and the world was so hot and cold all around him, mellow somehow.
Red and gold is everywhere, like blood and the sun, mating and consuming, bright and dark at the same time; pure madness. Beautiful. Impossible. Madness. Pure madness, tinted only with the smallest shadows of black that crawls into the air along the horizon and out of sight in the bleeding sky. Oh, so delicate, so graceful and alive, like small rivulets of balck blood on red snow or the claws of a bird digging into the bark of an old oak.
Like Sheppard's hand digs into him.
Oh yes, like young branches that reached out to be bathed in the sun, hungry and consuming, bringing life and fruit and nourishment.
Nourishment for the flames, all of them, anyone, everything. All consumed by hot and scorching madness and never ending fire, feed and feed and feed by oxygen, pure air from blue skies and sheep clouds.
Oh god.
There is no blue and black anymore, just red, just red and white now.
Even his flesh is black and the water is like ink.
The air, so hot air burning in his lungs, glowing and pealing the skin of his face, and still so cold, so unbelievable cold. He shivers and trashes, fighting against the beauty and the fire, the nourishment, the air.
“Hold still damn it,” Sheppard growls and holds to him, bloody hands cramp in cut t-shirt and melted plastic.
He has his arm around Rodney and pulls, keeps him spread out and floating along. Rodney just stares at the madness. Anything is red, even the hand that clings to him, secures him, the body that holds him afloat in the mass of fire and beauty, pulling and moving and saving him, where he could not save anyone else.
Reality crashes down on him and tunes out the beauty to let in the sound. Silence and red and gloom give way to insanity, screams and flames. It’s crying metal that rings through the night not a human voice, splintering glass, water turning to salt and fog, god.
Rodney spits out a mouth full of water.
“They are gone,” Rodney splutters and Sheppard’s hand digs harder into the broken cloth and flesh of his friend.
They head for a floating piece out in the waves, far out and away from their city. As far away as Sheppard can swim. As far as the waves carry them away from the undertow of their sinking city, from their lives and their failures.
It’s Rodney’s fault and he knows it, falls silent and speaks no more, the madness holds his throat closed.
“Hold on buddy,” Sheppard grunts. "Just hold on,"
He is coughing and fighting, but eventually, he grows wordless as well, like their city and the flames.
***
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-10 05:11 pm (UTC)Nicely done. I especially like the stream-of-consiousness feel to it.
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Date: 2007-09-10 07:46 pm (UTC)Very well done, thank you for sharing.
And oh, this bit hit me hardest for some reason:
*sobs*