She walked up to the field, stick ready in hand. Ready and willing to strike. Ready and willing to shout out her existence.
Aim...and fire.
Then all went black.
Voices...was she going crazy? Why is this happening? It was only a game...
The 1 ball began: Never trust your first impression.
The 2 ball wondered: Solid or Stripes. Does it really matter?
The 3 ball advised: Coincident is Fate telling you to pay attention.
The 4 ball dared: It is not always best to quit while you're ahead.
The 5 ball cheered: Don't betray your friends. You don't want them to betray you.
The 6 ball declared: Believe what you want. It's your reality.
The 7 ball gambled: Even if you only believe in luck, that's still believing.
The 8 ball whispered: Prophecy proves nothing. Decide for yourself what will happen.
The 9 ball asked: Is winning the best you can do?
The 10 ball laughed: To be the best is boring. To be the worst is just a number.
The 11 ball hinted: No matter how far you climb, you can always go higher.
The 12 ball explained: It doesn't matter what you win, just how you play.
The 13 ball weeped: Superstition and paranoia go hand in hand.
The 14 ball reprimanded: Forgotten? Don't be a fool. You can never be forgotten.
The 15 ball finished: Always remember what you are and who you are. The why comes later.
Wait! The Cue ball shouts: Everything counts.
Do you remember?
3 years ago
2 comments:
I'm up in the air between 6 and 8...
I like this. It's weird and cool and new.
Amazing.... I've never seen anything written quite like this...
Is it poetry!? A short story!? A statement?!
Again, amazing way to convey these emotions and feelings... altough, I'm kinda lost on the cue ball...
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