Posted by Willem on September 07, 1999 at 04:18:51:
In Reply to: In the Ruins posted by David Pierce on September 03, 1999 at 21:06:13:
: Curious,how loud this place seems now that everyone's gone...my voice comes to me in shouts. But I am the only one to hear it. There about me, ranged like empty houses, are the posts of all who were here: Dean's sound stage, Willem's stone house by the river, Drusilla's dance hall. Vladi's vast apartment. Terry's cupola. Nick's teetering flat. Where is the Creator? Why am I alone? The Creator is gone to the New World, and his children have followed, capering round his heels. The New World: a place in the clouds where the children, properly decked in their signatures and icons like yuppie mountain bikers in the obligatory spandex and mushroom helmets, lean across their personal clouds of repose and spiel to another lengthy name tales, idle musings, puckish rantings, coquettish asides...with nary a mention of the Old One in whose honor the place was created. Here, however, the name of that One is writ large on every wall, gable and chimney, though I am the only one to see it. Unless the zombie vampyres come...fell thought! I must gather all that is good here and bear it to my great library in the hills....
A small addition: I am certain I was sold a castle, to call my family castle a stone house is probably good reason to start a vendetta between our families.
We do not wish for that.
We will always have a caretaker in the castle to overlook the property. He is able to carry messages to the other world.
In the other world I have been distracted and given my time to other developments, but from a distance I keep an eye on the family properties.
Could this only be true.