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I don't know what this is; I guess it's quasi-prose-poetry.
It's just a train of thought prose of Tumelo wandering the islands a few months after losing his parents and his arm. I've had this idea in my head for a long time, though in the form of animation.
Hope IB's text doesn't butcher my formatting, what little there is.","writing":"It was different.\nEarly in the morning, the sun was beaming in the cloudless eastern sky.\nThe world was bright: blues and greens; effervescent and orange from the sun.\nBut the ever present dayglow of the islands struck him dimly today.\nIt was all different.\n\nWhat was vibrant and wonderful was dulled.\nThe sunlight on his face,\nThe wind in his hair,\nThe sea smells and cawing gulls,\nNone of it was the same.\n\nChildren playing and laughing on the playground,\nTeens racing across the boardwalk,\nThose sunning on the sands.\nThey were all different, changed.\n\nIt was sour, a bitter taste,\nA churning in his gut.\nThe sun was too bright,\nThe breeze and sea air stung.\n\nThe children were loud,\nThe gulls greedy and shrieking.\nThe people were from elsewhere,\nAnd the teens had left too.\n\nEven the seclusion he sought was tainted.\nHis little spot was too high,\nThe jungles too dense and noisy.\nThe solitude of his sound was incomplete.\n\nThe warm sands did little,\nAnd the bright sun only beat down upon him.\nThe ocean waves and mist were hollowed and foreign.\nThose distant boats were ponderous and just far enough away.\n\nEverything had lost its vivaciousness.\t\nThe islands were greyer in spite of the glorious sun.\nThey were no different from his room, the shutters closed for gentle darkness.\nThe open doors and half-finished things left undone for him to dwell on.\n\nHe marveled for some time on the change.\nIn mind and through emotion,\nIt was easy to get lost on the sound,\nHis bastion of solitude known to only a few.\n\nBut they did eventually find him,\nAnd although he sought isolation,\nHe wasn’t sure if their company wasn’t wanted.\nTorn between both, he just stayed.\n\nWhat hadn’t changed was them:\nThe closest of his friends,\nThose two he had shunned like everyone else.\nA pair of arms around his shoulders and a paw in his own remaining one.\n\nSlowly, the sky regained its colour,\nAnd the waves regained composure.\nThe gulls were singing, the sea mist refreshing,\nAnd the breeze was soothing.\n\nIn what seemed like hours,\nThe three of them sat in silence.\nTogether they marveled the calm of the ocean,\nThe intensity of the sun forgotten.\n\nThe salt no longer stung,\nThe warm sands comforting,\nHis two friends providing solace,\nPromising it wouldn’t change.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"It was different.
Early in the morning, the sun was beaming in the cloudless eastern sky.
The world was bright: blues and greens; effervescent and orange from the sun.
But the ever present dayglow of the islands struck him dimly today.
It was all different.
What was vibrant and wonderful was dulled.
The sunlight on his face,
The wind in his hair,
The sea smells and cawing gulls,
None of it was the same.
Children playing and laughing on the playground,
Teens racing across the boardwalk,
Those sunning on the sands.
They were all different, changed.
It was sour, a bitter taste,
A churning in his gut.
The sun was too bright,
The breeze and sea air stung.
The children were loud,
The gulls greedy and shrieking.
The people were from elsewhere,
And the teens had left too.
Even the seclusion he sought was tainted.
His little spot was too high,
The jungles too dense and noisy.
The solitude of his sound was incomplete.
The warm sands did little,
And the bright sun only beat down upon him.
The ocean waves and mist were hollowed and foreign.
Those distant boats were ponderous and just far enough away.
Everything had lost its vivaciousness.\t
The islands were greyer in spite of the glorious sun.
They were no different from his room, the shutters closed for gentle darkness.
The open doors and half-finished things left undone for him to dwell on.
He marveled for some time on the change.
In mind and through emotion,
It was easy to get lost on the sound,
His bastion of solitude known to only a few.
But they did eventually find him,
And although he sought isolation,
He wasn’t sure if their company wasn’t wanted.
Torn between both, he just stayed.
What hadn’t changed was them:
The closest of his friends,
Those two he had shunned like everyone else.
A pair of arms around his shoulders and a paw in his own remaining one.
Slowly, the sky regained its colour,
And the waves regained composure.
The gulls were singing, the sea mist refreshing,
And the breeze was soothing.
In what seemed like hours,
The three of them sat in silence.
Together they marveled the calm of the ocean,
The intensity of the sun forgotten.
The salt no longer stung,
The warm sands comforting,
His two friends providing solace,
Promising it wouldn’t change.","pools_count":0,"title":"Terrapin","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/plain","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"0","rating_name":"General","ratings":[],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"1","views":"84","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}