Voice: Setting by Kerry Kisa

Voice: Setting

2024-08-01 14:20:35 UTC

I looked over the green precipices into the grotesque, eagle shaped, decayed, thundering, slushing, pockmarked, yellow and red, primeval waves. The baboons danced in the wind on the yellow beaches as the wind flew into the gullies finding solace in the ravines. The protruding coast found its roots in the silk crescent of the moon. It was perfect.

2024-08-01 14:21:08 UTC

I am a creature, my stomatch is red, and slushing as I had just drank the water from one of the gullies. As the wind blows through my fur I stand on the precipice of the ravien. Below me are caves, roots of trees that date back till primeval times. As I stand on top of the protruding cliff I look further into the horizions. Beyound the eagle shaped rock, where I know a coast lays, with thurndering waves, we dare not to go. The beach where my fellow copamion perished, where his body now lays grotesque, potchmarked, and decayed. He lays in the yellow with no sing of green to cliam him back to mother nature. The eagle shaped rock reminds us of his death as he watchs over him daungthly, making sure no others come to devour his scraps. My fellow baboons, surround me and say now its time. I was chosen to recover despite the risk, the one in the yellow.

Setting

2024-08-01 14:25:18 UTC

As I travel through the daunting slope filled with thundering of animals dashing through the leaves and the breath of the forest with each gust of wind. Some refer to this area as a ravine, others: a gully, to me my worst nightmare. I’ve always been one to live my life on the precipice of life and death but this was a protruding fear throughout my life. The trees seem to cave in as I get deeper and deeper into my pit of fear. The pockmarks among the tree begin to look more and more like faces poised to attack with a grotesque grin crossing their trunks as the roots stretch in hopes of hunting and finding my ankles to snag. As I continue to hark on this journey happy thoughts become harder to come by, beaches become more distant, the waves of the ocean become larger, I drift farther from the coast, and my peace further decays. They say yellow resembles happiness however all yellow seems to suddenly mix with orange and create a horrific red, the color of fear. As these sounds overwhelm my ears, the creaking of the trees as the baboons swing from tree to tree in what seems to be a great chase. As I seem to be nearing the end, my courage regained in a very small crescent and grows as I begin to see the light. My primeval instincts of fight or flight kick in and I begin to sprint as eagle shaped shadows form above me.

2024-08-01 14:28:46 UTC

Today I decided to go for a hike, valuing solitude and finding complete peace. I end up walking past a ravine, gazing down from the precipice at the primeval cave and the thundering, crescent shaped waves. The roots of the trees decayed and grotesque, protruding and yellow. The slushing of the mud under my feet. The wind echoing in the gullies, pockmarked with green sprouts of life. The baboons, with their vibrant red markings, ran along the coast of the beaches, forming eagle shaped shadows.|

Setting

2024-08-01 14:29:01 UTC

The leaves slushing in the wind. Green leaves are starting to decaye. Red and yellow leaves covering the pockmarked grass. The leaves dance down like crazy baboons. The beaches have become grotesque looking. Some of the coasts are gully now. The coast almost looked like shallow caves now. One gully almost has an eagle shape to it. Ravines still rushing with thunderings amount of water.

-A Dude

2024-08-01 14:29:39 UTC

From upon a precipice and into ravines, many things will be discovered. Slushing rivers, primeval caves that include roots, unsettling wind protruding within the ravine, and even possibly an entry to an eagle-shaped beach with golden yellow sand and beautiful baboons. However, deep from within the caves a thundering yet grotesque sound was sent protruding into my ears. As I looked down the dark caves all I could imagine was the red and decayed pockmarked remains of the beautiful baboons that live on the beach. Do I dare to go deep within the gullies the different findings with the caves or will I go to the coast and enjoy the waves and meditate within the beautiful greenery?

2024-08-01 14:30:38 UTC

As they sat at the precipice that protrudes over the caves and ravines below. They watched the waves as they came slushing over the grotesque and pockmarked lands of the primeval war that once was, sweeping out green fields and the warm welcoming red of watching the sunset by the coast. Once yellow sandy beaches are replaced by detriment and sadness. The wind caught their wings and they were off, following the crescents of the two moons above their heads. They were leaving the decayed land behind. All that remains on that island are the baboons and the thundering stampedes of buffalo. They island hopped for a few days, praying to reach their destination before all hope was lost. Despite their abandonment of their roots as the red sunrise casts behind a with an eagle shaped crest and the gullies between it littered with the sounds that start the day, they knew they had succeeded in finding what they were looking for.

2024-08-01 14:32:08 UTC

Green roots traveled down the long ravines protruding on the decayed remains of a very young pockmarked baboon, a gully below it washed its parents long ago. On one side of the cave the ocean met the coast in a beach, formed not too long ago with yellow sand, relaxing wind and an eagle shaped corpse, on the other side powerful waves, and thundering weather, part of an ocean there since primeval time. A school of red fish swam below the brutal and grotesque surface of the sea. Above the precipice, the crescent moon laid its light.

Voice: Setting

2024-08-01 14:32:09 UTC

Where I lived has the typical places you would find in a city; beaches, a sun, green grass filled with red roses, yellow dandelions, and roots. But next to where I lived was this empty yet mysterious place, which to me felt like it was at the precipice of the world. I've only heard of stories about it's decaying ravines, caves, and gullies. Oddly, the ravines and caves were almost crescent-shaped and eagled-shaped depending how you perceived them. The wind that would sound almost thundering to the point it overpowered the flushing waves from the coast in that primeval land. It's also been said that the baboons in the land look pockmarked and grotesque that any traveler that runs away. Finding any person who lived there would be useless unless you want to be protruding strange land.

2024-08-01 14:32:19 UTC

The beautiful beach with bright yellow sands glowed as the sun began to set and the sky shined a gorgeous red. The waves made a thundering sound as they crashed against the coast. The ravines, so fascinating, yet so primeval looking. Suddenly, it was dark, and the moon's crescent glowed. There was nowhere to go- I was stuck on this island. Caves, gullies, and pockmarked precipices surrounded me. Suddenly I heard slushing sounds all around me. Out of the bushes came hundreds of baboons. I ran with the wind and tripped on the protruding roots sprouting from the ground. A eagle-shaped baboon grabbed my leg and I took a final glance at this once beautiful island. The sand was decaying and the water was an ugly green. I found that what I thought was beautiful, was actually ugly.

2024-08-01 14:32:32 UTC

Just before the slushing waves in the Atlantic Ocean began, I stood on the shoreline, wondering what was beyond this coast. The sun filled beaches were I had lived with my whole life, but the protruding mountain I saw miles away showed the island I had heard about but couldn't venture to. The wind blew through my red hair and my green eyes were finding all of the possibilities beyond me. Vacations were in the mountains, where I hiked ravines, gullies, and countless caves where I stood over the precipice that could've changed my life in an instant. The roots in the primeval trees were decaying, yet they had yellow flowers blooming around them to brighten the scene. However, back at the beach it was thundering and the waves were forming grotesque looks that would have scared off the baboons around them. The sand was specked like a pockmarked face and I saw the crescent of the moon starting to come up in front of me. In the light of the moon, I realized it was an eagle-shaped mountain on the island in front of me that I needed to find.

2024-08-01 14:33:11 UTC

Going on an adventure, not typical of someone as lazy as me, was absolutely captivating. Standing on the precipice of the ravines, I could feel the wind as I heard the slushing water of the gullies below me. I can distinctly remember the large roots leading to the large, green trees that led to eagle-shaped caves. I can still close my eyes and recall the feeling of finding those grotesque baboons with protruding, red behinds. The fear I felt reminded me of when I was younger, standing on the yellow sand of the beach, listening to the thundering waves of the water hitting the coast and I had stepped on that primeval-looking, crescent-shaped crab. The bottom of my foot was left pockmarked as my foot swelled from the infection left behind by the decayed claw of that old, ugly crab.

2024-08-01 14:36:21 UTC

It was thundering when I arrived at the beach. The waves along the coast crashed into the shore as I slushed through the green body of water. A gullie is what they call it I suppose. I don’t recall how I landed here, but I remember the strong winds pushing me through the ravines. Looking up, I see a large, eagle-shaped precipice, reminding me of something you hear about in a history textbook in the primeval times. The storm stopped and the hot, yellow sun beat down on my shoulders, slowly turning my skin red and red by the minute. Looking to my right I notice a protruding cave and I find grotesque, decayed baboons surrounding it. I waited inside the cave until the crescent, pockmarked moon came out.

Setting

2024-08-01 14:36:21 UTC

Another day on the East Coast, Red skies protrude. Waves slush on the yellow beaches below. The silence through gullies shaped loss of sound. Until it is found through the crashing of thunder. Looking over the precipice, all that is seen is strictly green. The trees and ravines hover the land, where baboons are resting. All that is seen portrays piece of the primeval periods. Eagle shaped boulders fall all around, completely pockmarked and left with grotesque. The void is open for beauty to arise. The nature and serenity are the center of peace. My mind is set free and clarity is provided.

2024-08-01 14:38:23 UTC

As I stood on the precipice of the ravine, I could hear the thundering sound of the waves winding through these primeval landscapes; knowing the water was finding its way to the coastal beaches.These gullies have been made into grotesque shapes such as roots, crescents, eagle shaped, and even making caves along the way. As I turned around, I overheard the local tour guide telling how they’ve recently been finding decayed baboons protruding from the grounds, some even being found with pockmarks. They even said there have been baboons found in the colors yellow, red, and green. As I began to leave this extraordinary sight, I focused in on the sloshing sound of the water.

2024-08-01 14:42:53 UTC

The cavernous yellow sky frothed and slushed as invisible torrents of ionizing radiation fell sideways onto the pockmarked earth. A dry, angry solar wind swept down from the great primeval nothing, howling and screaming in and out of the ancient ravines, kicking up the dense red dust that had settled at the bottom. The once towering, grotesque formations of martian granite had been worn down by untold years of abuse, and their decayed, rounded remnants reached feebly towards the sky, protruding with all the strength they had left to give. The pale green waves thundered against the beach of coarse broken glass, loud enough to be heard up and down the coast, as the glorified baboon in a space suit stood fast and planted his eagle-shaped roots in the dust.

Voice. Setting

2024-08-01 15:00:16 UTC

"You said it would be green!" She shouted to the boy, in hopes of her voice carrying through the winds, the gales that swept through the gullies.

He only laughed, the sort of laugh that was contagious, that took her fear somewhere she could not find it.

The girl looked away, turning to the precipice of a cliff, stalagmites protruding at the base of it. They resembled an eagle shape, spelling out death at any misstep.

Any other moment, she may have been afraid, but here she found that her fear melted, decayed away amidst her surroundings.

She didn't look down, she looked forwards.

She looked to the forests nearby, where roots tangled with foliage, and red-furred baboons hung from trees like small moon crescents hung during Holidays in primeval times.

She looked to the coast, a beach of yellow sun-lit sand grains far beyond the rise of pockmarked mountains and fall of ravines.

And she looked to the waves beyond that, sweeping, slushing and thundering to and fro, creating anchialine caves.

The feeling of the surroundings took her in stride, her breath catching in her throat.