One. Tangled Thoughts
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He intertwined his thoughts like thread. A shirt that was unravelling that he was desperately trying to fix. He could see the strings. They were right there in front of him. All sorts of shades of colors; greens, and blues, and oranges, and reds. Yet with all the different colors, they seemed to mix well when they were perfectly entwined like they should be.
Just like they told him. Collected, smooth and strong, just like they said. But his strings were coming apart too fast. There was a ringing, a bell somewhere. Oh! He was late! So very late.
He looked at his strings, and thought hard. They wouldn't be happy about this. He searched the room. His eyes landing on a backpack, simple and gray. That would do it, he picked up all his strings, which were multiplying rapidly at this point, and stuffing them inside. He zipped up the backpack and slung it onto his shoulders, running out of the room.
A lack of punctuallity was strongly frowned upon at The Establishment. As he ran through the halls, he forcefully collided with a female Student.
"Sorry 'Lian," the boy said, picking himself up and extending a hand to Eilian. Her eyes were cold, as usual and her expression hard. He gulped, Eilian was probably the only Student here that he was afraid of. She was a Logos, and he tended to feel uncomfortable about them. He was only a Muse after all, and not a strong one. In the old times, the muses brought inspiration. At The Establishment, they were the ones who thought with strings.
"Just learn to watch where you're going," she accepted his hand and pulled himself up. "Really, Eris. Shouldn't you be in the Studio or something?" She brushed herself off and gave him a pondering look.
Eris sighed, well, at least she didn't seem angry. "I was on my way there now. I needed to collect my thoughts," he explained, pointing to the bookbag, which had stopped growing heavier finally. Eilian merely nodded approvingly. She picked up her own case, a hard briefcase looking device which undoubtedly contained an assortment of gears and oscillators. She examined it, making sure it wasn't damaged at all, before continuing on her way.
"Be more careful," she shouted over her shoulder as she walked, "and keep those under your control. You don't want to be crushed under the weight."
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As I've said, awesome idea. I like the way that idea was represented too, in the way that they have to carry them around. Out of interest, what happens if they are separated?
I like the last line too.
+1
I like this so far... I really wanna see what you do with the different groups of students, especially the "Logos" or "makers"
Greco-Roman Mythos ftw... +1
Very interesting. I am definitely gonna keep my eye on this one. Taking cognative ideas and personifying them like that is one of my favorite concepts for storytelling. Very surreal and imaginative.
Certainly looking forward to more. plus one
I like the idea and story so far, seems odd and mysterious but, I kind of felt bored reading a bit, as if it didn't hold my attention very well. I doubt that as it goes on I will feel the same but, on this beginning piece I do.