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"Where am I going?" I asked myself staring into a mirror--my rear view mirror glaring at me beneath the morning frost.
I played a novel while sitting in the drivers seat of my car, though the volume hardly excreted enough noise to give me any sense of where the main character stood. The words were but a deep grumbling playing though the highly tweeted subs across my back glass.
The smallest things can sometimes leave the largest impacts. Science leaves me stunned, and suffocating at times, though it tends to be contradictory. That's myself--contradictory--and when I stare upon myself in a broken mirror, I see distortion. The Universe, maybe this I see, a course of strings and electrical impulses so very similar to the human mind--even my mind, but as I stare closer into the mirror intending to see the atoms in the black of my eyes, I say to myself: "This is all in theory."
My vehicle seemed much louder in the cold settings of winter. The gear shifter popped into reverse, an
Ecclesia's Wind"Did the stranger give you his name?" Mr. Trice asked, his hand held out above the counter as three gold coins hovered above his palm. They danced in the absence of gravity, occasionally clinging into one another.
My elbows sat on the counter, my hands fisted beneath my chin, mesmerized by the floating coins. "I wouldn't have called him a stranger if I knew his name."
"Aye," he glared at me from beneath his white caterpillar eyebrows. "But I swore he gave you his name? Maybe my old ears deceived me."
He clasped his hand, and the coins struck the counter top simultaneously.
I smirked with a roll to my eyes. "Maybe he gave me a name, but I prefer stranger for right now. That's all he is."
I slid from my cold stool, and stepped lightly forwards the end of the counter. The windows were still damp of dew, but the east sun dried the top corners into a dusty film. Across the street stood another small building who's roof had fallen in over the years as if it had lost its mind and it's skull c
Ecclesia (short summary)The Wind seemed to follow him, Sere often gazed, though he convinced her he was Human. Kaze followed the daughter of the Village Leader, and they noticeably faked their excitement to be wedded. Sere's curiosity grew, pushed by a hidden force of a nature, and in such a short amount of time she finds that she's breathless with as well as without him.
Anamolia Chapter OneAnamolia
Chapter One: "
The first year of four began on a microsecond. The crossing streets beamed of neon lights, flashing and dimming as machines slowed the time, and we, my people, were capable of witnessing the vibrant numbers pass illuminated across the Capital city.
Our ancestors celebrated the dawn of the New Years, but that was a time when the Sun still thrived--still heated our human bodies, and I watched those numbers pass as if they were the sun--as if they emitted light or hope.
"Miles, are you okay?"
My twin sister placed her hand across the polished aluminum table and on my wrist. My gaze was hardly interrupted, though she'd be the only one that'd see any hint of it if I had shown any.
I pulled my wrist against my chest, and crossed my arms, the crowds cheering, drinking their bubbly drinks in celebration of...nothing.
"I'm fine, just bored."
Above the capital tower, the numbers sped back to hyper speeds--time traveling as it was into the future. T
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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