Ouroboros_Forgiveness_The Tropical Die-land_Opaque
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Ouroboros
Of all the things Beom thought she would be doing on harvest day, sitting on her heels before the village chief and the council of elders was definitely not one of them. After hours of listening to him ramble on about nothing, the urge to interrupt was overwhelming. Looking past the Chief, she could see the endless stretch of blue through a crack in the woven wall. Tuning out the grumble of voices, she could hear faint sounds of drums and smell the spiced rum in the air.Fiddling with her bracelets, she could still feel the salt on her skin from the pe she had taken that morning. She had intend...
Forgiveness
It was all my fault. People always say to stop looking at the past and focus on the present, but if you were me you would spend every waking hour thinking what you could have done. About eight years ago my older sister, Scarlet, built something revolutionary. Scarlet had been studying for years and years about time and how time is relative. She had also heard on the news that scientists had discovered time particles, making it theoretically possible to travel in time. Scarlet had so many plans for if she ever figured out to build a time machine. She would’ve gone back in time to learn and doc...
The Tropical Die-land
The sky was washed in fog, the street lights peeked through contemptuously. The sound of sirens and screeching tires created an ear-splitting symphony. A symphony they performed almost every day. Rain started to pour down on the dirty streets and I pulled my hood up over my hair. I sighed angrily before stopping in front of the overbearing and dooming building of my place of work. It looked much like a prison in the dim light of early morning. It was surrounded by other prison-like buildings on every side. I clenched my fists before stomping my way through the front door. I shook the cold rain...
Opaque
“Opaque”I knew it. I knew it as my nose slipped out of the covers, calling me to roll out of bed and reach for the curtains. The bedroom window overlooks a cobblestone fire pit and the threshold of a wispy forest pervading my backyard. I’m standing on the warm side of the glass, but I feel my body begin to numb. The room dissolves behind me. Then, it’s just the wind. The wind, the feathers. Clean, white feathers ping down into cloudy pools that grow, magnetically. I can’t believe it’s snowing, sticking everywhere, like popped, powdery, bleach bubble gum. I blink to take it in, sharper, but my ...