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Marina's unusual love for feet
Last by: blackusurp on 07 Nov 2012 • Contributions: 1 of 100
european, and she didnt want them to grow more.
One day she found a crystal half buried in the ground. It was shining red.
-Hmm... What if i take it? Marina thought.
She approached the crystal. Suddenly red liquid from a crystal spilled into her feet.
-What is that? Marina cleaned her feet, but it was too late
Her feet began tinling As crazy and her shoes became a tight fit....
Last by: inkattack on 02 Oct 2012 • Contributions: 3 of 1
Her surroundings did not make sense. The walls seemed fractured, the faces were incorrect, the voice sounded flat.
"In fact, you've already lived twice too long." the voice addressed her still, but a second joined it.
"What will we do about her? Just shut her down, do you think?"
"Kill her? But she's such a rare thing."
"Oh, then send her back? Send her back to live a fourth life? She's a glitch, a mistake. We've run enough risks with her already."
"She hasn't really broken any of the rules..."
They seemed to be contemplating her fate, still. She sat up, not sure what kind of surface was supporting her, as she could not feel it. "Where am I?" She asked, trying to locate the source of the voices.
This query was met with laughter.
"See? See? She's as ordinary as they come. I'll send her right back, I think."
"You're right. Though to be honest I'm a little disappointed..."
Last by: inkattack on 02 Oct 2012 • Contributions: 2 of 21
He looked curiously at the audience, and a smile spread across his face. He strode to center stage, eyes turning towards those in the highest seats, and settling on the highest. The man seated there leaned forward curiously, with an eyebrow raised, now assured that this one would entertain.
He couldn't possibly win the people to his side. Look at him! Full of it, completely unapologetic, watching the audience with an expression of fascination and arrogance.
Now their eyes locked.
The man on the stage did not stop smiling, but there was something in his smile that told a different emotion than he was projecting before. It was only for a moment, though. And then he turned back to the audience, and laughed.
"Good people," He said, leaning out towards the masses, "Good people, I am not here to apologize."
Land of Lucidity
Last by: ankram on 19 Sep 2012 • Contributions: 1 of 999
The rain on the side of the window was all I could focus on. That, and the warm breath of Luca trailing down my neck. I tore my gaze away from the drops, to look at the boy by my side. As he slept I couldn't help but feel a slight disgust from the slow movement of the train and how he could sleep so soundly while I sat alone to watch the rain on the windows, every one of them sliding sideways against the movement of the train. I felt Luca pull his head from my shoulders and raise his arms high above his head. "It's okay Hollow, we'll be there soon." It was then I realized it was a dream. I arose my senses and knew I had no idea who this boy next to me was, what he wanted or where we were going. I knew I had become lucid. "Where are we going?" I asked him and as he opened his mouth to respond I was greeted by the intensity of a blaring radio alarm clock. In a daze, I realized how real the dream had been and how much I wanted to be back in it. I jogged downstairs to eat breakfast with all the other kids in the house. "As soon as I can, I'm out of here."