White BoxThese skits just seem to pop in my head, and I roll with them as they go. Sometimes I don't even know where they will end. Just keep in mind that every other line in the other person speaking. It moves in an "A" "B" "A" "B" "A" type of pattern. Thanks for viewing!
"And if I gave you everything?"
"I'd be no different."
"I'm not talking about materialistic shit."
"I know what you're talking about. And I told you how it'd change me."
"But it won't change you."
"Because you could never give me everything."
"...WHY must your standards be so high?!"
"I never asked for everything. But you asked me a simple question, so you received a simple answer."
"So, if I asked you a difficult question--"
"--you'd receive an intelligent answer."
"So, if I gave you everything--"
"--everything I ever wanted."
"In a life--"
"--an imperfect life--"
"ALL the answers to life--"
"--or the answers to nothing."
"In a white box--"
"NO, a white box--what would you do?!"
"I think the box would be black
Something so wonderful
The spinning world?
Someone on journeys?
Recognize such power?
More than that.
A powerful nightmare.
More of myself
More of myself,
Dreams fade away
Word in sand.
My sombrous cry
Do not lash.
In your presence.
Chapter Zero: "Young Observations"
The landscape confused me at times. My reasons for such misunderstandings made little sense to me until I reached adulthood, and even now, I’ve wondered about my birth within the corrupted society. Our homes were built sparingly of a single wood with so few nails that it often lead to the failure of an entire structure. Several homes collapsed within recent times on my very street yet my family viewed these instances so normally.
My father’s occupation provided me and my small family a bit more nails for our home and maybe a bit more food on the table. His wisdom earned him a seat among the Village’s Council, though he often complained about the fore coming decisions. My mother argued with him about his beliefs and morals surrounding these results, but they typically ended their predicaments agreeing to disagree and dropped the subject.
The serpent streets, serving as both paths and front yards, wound through the poorer qua
~~Stealing Wind~~ (scene one)"STEALING WIND"
Scene One: "The Climb"
EXT. WITHIN THE TREE - DAY
AYVA climbs within the gloomy atmosphere of a tree. Nearly at the crest, she split's the branches and is blinded by the world. Brown lines of trails are weaved within the golden hills, stretching in chunks through a dense forest. Her intrigued expression leads to defeat once she realizes the working men and women beneath her are unrecognizable dots.
AYVA releases the branches, and throws her head back to rest in a ruffling silence.
AYVA wraps her arms around her knees, startled.
"Are you here?"
AYVA shifts in aggravation, RAY's boots continue to crunch the dry earth, and within the following moments, AYVA loses her shoe. The shoe tumbles to the ground. The moment it strikes the ground, the wind sits eerily still. AYVA's heartbeat thumps in her ears.
RAY's boots crunch two more times. A shuffling light breaks through beneath AYVA as a new figure intrudes.
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Chapter One: "The Climb"
What thought to be a beginning became the initiation for an ending.
Time diminished as the gold and orange orbs steadily passed one another in a cloudless sky. The beams rested hot against my deep skin, and the grain shredded against my fast-paced legs. My eyes twitched for concentration. Even such extremities that my fragile body grew unaccustomed to couldn't force a return to my Kanna.
Workers sweated in preparation for the Suns Festival. My sister spoke about it at several points in our recent history, but at only five years old, she still claimed the experience memorable. The event could have only heightened my anxiety, therefore, my intentions of attending the underrated celebration shrunk to a minimal. As a result, slaving away in such conditions made little sense to me.
My arms knotted beneath my nearly flat chest as I hurried past the peering eyes. Most of them paused in question--puzzled looks upon their red faces, but others, though very few, ign