The Day, Night Dreamer._What a Pretty Fae_Victor VanLorn's Lunar Circus_Different
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The Day, Night Dreamer.
www.onedoor.cc The feeling you get when your alone and thinking to yourself while your by yourself. Starring out his window, like he always done so many times, Doug Travel was in deep thought. Doug was thinking of scenarios that he put himself in, those day dream imaginations, though they most likely would never happen.It was one in the morning and Doug could not sleep. Doug always thought of himself as someone special and somehow important. Therefore, he would imagine he was doing those special and important things, and being that special and important person.Sometimes Doug was a preacher, preaching to so...
What a Pretty Fae
Part I The woods were ancient. The tall trees dominated the land, giving refuge to the many critters and creatures above and below. Pillars of bright light pierced through the vibrant green canopy. The lush undergrowth gave shelter to the many animals stirring as spring began her slow thaw of the land. The snow that crept down from the mountains, now retreated up the rocky hillsides once more. Cy walked leisurely over the gnarled roots which claimed most of the obscured path winding through the majestic trees. Cy’s red robe could be seen passing between the massive trunks as she ...
Victor VanLorn's Lunar Circus
Victor VanLorn’s Lunar Circus was known for taking its customers away. Natalie didn’t think it would be quite so literal. The circus was a collection of blue and grey tents with strings of lights that looked like mason jars filled with fireflies. Natalie had been so enamored with it all: the joyous cries of laughing children, the smell of funnel cake and popcorn, and the sparkling wonder of the circus that made Natalie wander around so bravely. She’d drifted through the carnival games, followed behind a trio of performing acrobats, and looked deep into the eyes of a caged tigress. The only pr...
Different
It all started normal. Every day of every week, the same. Month after month, year after year. The same. It happened fast. The day the rhythm stopped, and his life was changed forever. He was walking. His mind clouded with the events of the day. All the same. He checked his watch. It was the same watch he had bought ten years ago. The day he got the job. An ordinary job. Lots of papers, lots of work. Never changing. The job paid well, just enough to pay the bills and feed him. He didn’t own a car. He didn’t need one. He walked everywhere, every day. To work, to home, to the grocers down the str...