Midnight Oil
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Thread Topic: Midnight Oil
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Excitedly stirring the engine, the racer sits at the wheel with an eager expression hard on her face, exuding an energy one felt as a kid when school was about to release for the day or when a worker would finally finish his last day of his horrible job. A rush that the racer got no where else. It was the day. It was the big leagues! Racers from around the world, all pitted in the same track as them. And as the tension built, the lights began to change.
Red.
Yellow.
Green.
The racer *SLAMMED* on the door pedal, and-!
She raises her head, the sound of droning synthwave emitting from the bars speakers. In her hand was an empty beer bottle, and her face had remnants of drool slathered about. It was a cry out in her subconscious to the glory days, when she was on top. When she was the hot shot, the comet in a sea of burnt out stars. The white flash in space. But like a comet, she crashed. Her spark went out. After the crash, she couldnt fly back into space. The stars were out of her grasp, for she had become earthbound.
She turned her seat around, leaving the bottle on the bar counter where she had blacked out and stood off the seat.
Theres no moral to her story. Her light was extinguished, the flame of her spirit put out. She became a nobody, forgotten like fads before her. And out of all the screaming, adoring fans from her better years, none remembered her. We will all be extinguished. Some before others. And when we do, within due time, memory of us will fade. No one reading this will become a historical figure. Just dont crash and burn like the racer.
I dont know where im going with this. I started off in a writing mood but i have no direction. -
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