A couple of stories written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #194. The prompt was to write something using polysyndeton. I decided to write a couple of stories, 1 long, complex sentence each.
Couldn’t sleep (or wouldn’t,) so I went for a walk and when I stepped from the warmth of the hallway, the sky launched itself at me and the cold carried me down the street as the branches curled above, and I walked and walked and felt like a strange, grey thing, but then my thoughts slid into the shades as I saw something on the street, a shape stopping beneath a street lamp, its ears poking upward, steam rising around it, and then it rushed towards me, without sound, and I moved in a walk, but then ran, ran, and ran, and my legs slowed and wobbled and shrunk into the concrete, and the creature rose behind, and, finally, I woke on the road, near the gutter, and the sun beaming into my neck, but I couldn’t recollect myself or ponder the moments that rose into the black, but instead had to merge into the day, and be gone with the others.
The Great One
Mr. Darius wandered from field to field, from city to city, from nation to nation, because, well, after a while, even the most sonorous of sights fell into smallness, like a distant star in a child’s mind slouching into a dull wristwatch, and Mr. Darius had seen many sights, and while he tried to impress himself with a new corner of an evolving world, he knew that, after a while, every civilization, every war, every scientist, every wide-eyed toddler was just another variation he had seen years, decades, or centuries prior, and so Mr. Darius moved from sky to sky, beyond the sun’s grapple, like a prehistoric quadruped lost and squirming in yet another bright and shiny millennium.