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On A Day Like TodayA massive food shortage. The people in the cities are the first to go. Gradually, disease and starvation consume most of the farmers. People start the search for food.On A Day Like Today by Miellat
A little girl with red hair and big, curious eyes heads to "the burbs" with her younger brother.
Her brother is stout, with brown, curly hair and chubby cheeks the size of peaches. His skin is olive-toned, unlike his sister, whose skin is as bright as the moon.
While walking to a nearby store, the pair notice famished, sickly looking bodies scattered here and there. One of them lies on a porch.
Porches. Porches that used to house smokers, and people who wanted to watch sunsets, and cats--big, fat cats, and old ladies who had no one better to be with than their big, fat cats. The thought made them sad, and just a little bit dreamy, because they wondered if they'd ever be as old as the old ladies with their big, fat cats.
And so they walked into the store to find everything from magazines to fruits to lamps to used fans. T
truth of the world.Her fingers hover over an invisible typewriter, silently writing out the mystery of her life. Nobody has read this story yet, perhaps because it is not yet written; but nobody is likely to read it when it’s done. She will simply pack it up and file it away, cram it so tightly into the vacant folds of her brain until only vestiges of what once was remain. Her lips are stitched shut, her hands bound together and her eyes held open so she’s forced to bear witness to the horrors of her world.truth of the world. by Flykick-Chick
She does not fight to get free of these chains; but that by far does not make her weak. Perhaps what is stronger is the courage to stand stoic, reserved and determined amidst a warring world. Like a stagehand she works behind the scenes, but once the curtains go up for applause, she is nowhere to be seen, standing modestly to the side. Recognition doesn’t matter; what is admiration when people are dying, children are starving and mothers are walking miles just for water?
BraveWhite wallsBrave by Flykick-Chick
A quickened pace
“It’s just a checkup” – but you’re not twelve anymore, you know what it means.
“They may have found something, but it’s probably just a polyp” – if by ‘polyp’ you mean ‘tumour’, then sure. If you say so.
Parents are programmed to always think the best; and if they can’t see the positives, they have to at least pretend that they do. But children are smart, they’re susceptible to emotion, and when fear is evident through a stale, stiff smile… Well that is when a child starts to worry.
Some people say that ‘what you don’t know can’t hurt you’, but sometimes it’s the wondering that really does the damage. Wondering why Daddy’s going away so much, wondering why he can’t pick you up anymore, wondering why there’s no smiles left. No real smiles, that is.
They may argue that the first time is the wo
Wake Induced Lucid DreamingIt happened gradually.Wake Induced Lucid Dreaming by Ignenthes
Just like a new day dawns. There is no moment at which it is suddenly day.
Which point should that be? As soon as the first rays of sunlight reach out?
Or when we see the world in color?
They came, colorful swirls, abstract and beautiful.
They started playing melodies, sweet and crisp as morning dew.
Did one look at this artwork, the colors scurried shyly away and left behind nothing but darkness.
Did one grant it, undisturbed, they merged into pictures, stories, voices and songs.
They became louder, sharper, more real.
They filled the entire view.
They filled an entire world.
A new world, born of thought.
A kingdom full of wonder and magic, as it can exist only where our imagination is truly free.
But are we aware that it might be a dream?
Just as we suddenly realize that it has become day?
Sometimes, yes sometimes we realize that.
And then the journey begins.
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