An escherian experience_The Moon Through Dark Depths..._GEOMETRIC_THE DREAMS
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An escherian experience
Freefall is weightlessness, packing an exhilarating feeling of absolute freedom and openness. That’d be the case at least, were it not wrapped in utter terror. Even worse, I wasn’t sure I was even on a straight-line path. Fragmented shapes and colors of gray, impossible geometry unfolding and shearing in front of my eyes. My throat was like cheap flat champagne, not bubbling enough to burst a scream.I don’t know how long my descent was. However, it was by a hair shorter than how long it would take me to pass out. Getting close to the marbled ground everything slowed down rapidly to a stop. Onc...
The Moon Through Dark Depths...
Luna Whitemoon stood in front of the two doors. Both stood over ten feet tall and were made out of pure water. Shimmering waves of crystal clear blue shone on one, while dark, abyssal waves, with the rumbling of thunder, were the other. Iwww.onedoor.cct appeared to be an easy decision. The clear one reminded Luna of her home on the small islands away from Falconus. She and her village always swam in the clear waters of a continent-less earth, as the warm sun sent rays of light into the sandy bottom of the oceans. Fish of illustrious colors dazzled under the light as Luna remembered that time. She stared int...
GEOMETRIC
Dear my faithful readers, Hey. It’s Avril here. My next album, entitled Cinderella’s Nightmares, is coming out by next week (hopefully!) if I have time to get to the studio, and I have time to find a decent ending to the song I don’t drink (sneak peek link in the comments section). Apparently, there is some party being thrown in my honour tonight. My friends said something about the media being there to try and find out who I am, but I think that won’t be happening, because it’s a college party. And they will be too drunk to understand anything. Personally, I think this is voodoo, because sure...
THE DREAMS
Mr. Paul Angelo a tall, huge and attractive man has not always paid much attention to all of David’s dreams. His pot belly collaborated with his bald head to give him the appearance of a satisfied old man where as he was only in his late 50’s. He knows for sure that the die is cast and sincerely desired more time because the cut on his son’s arm has been his greatest fear. Emma cheerfully rides in a bus thinking of happy days. While she was waiting for her connecting bus she realizes she has forgotten her handbag; she enters the first bus only to discover that the bag isn’t there anymore; In...