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United
There was the dangling sun rising from east of seasoning city and flying rumours of a newspaper highlighting a teenage and read the title," The black shadow has gone". Many people's were in floods of tears from Prime minister to small kids from that day till next week everyone holds a different discussion and seminars about the last vanish of there a superhero named black shadow. There was no strong news, "Whether and how did he disappear? Would he come back? Several posters were pasted on the walls, grounds, schools, college's, office". But no sign of him. Soon everything got dark and cold as...
A Cat of Ganymede
Jupiter rose in the sky, and Zoe gazed up at it from her patch of turquoise grass. Brushing her fingers over the blades, she wondered if Jupiter felt more like air or water. It did rather look like there were oceans there. Red and orange and brown oceans, certainly, but their bands looked like waves on a shore to her all the same. To her right, there was the dull sound of paw against turf and a heavy, shadowy body shifting its position. As always, the air nearby warmed up within seconds. Large bodies made lots of heat, especially synthetic ones. “Play me the ocean again, Cat,” she said, reach...
Skye and the Cloud Leviathan
Skye closed her eyes and lost herself intentionally in the experience. She reveled in the feeling, that awesome, beautiful, indescribable feeling that you get when soaring high up in the sky. The wind roared in her ears as it rushed by, playing with her braided hair. The air was cool and fresh, a slight scent of rain and tree pollen carried with it.Skye often felt like she was a soul born into the wrong body. Why was she bound to the ground as a human being, when clearly all her heart was up with the sky? The sky was her passion. It was her playground. Like sailor men, who call the sea their m...
Scribbles
A figure outlined in black rose up from a sea of scribbles on a white piece of paper. The figure, named Man, was now standing upright. His creator was still doodling absentmindedly. Pencil marks swirled around Man’s feet and up his legs.“Hey!” cried Man, looking down. “What are you doing? Stop it!”“Sorry.” The artist lifted his pencil.“That’s right! Don’t touch me again, old mawww.onedoor.ccn!”The artist flushed. No one ever talked to God that way. Man turned away, exposing a colorless outline. Despite Man’s earlier protests, the artist shaded in the back of Man’s head with black hair.“You know,” the artist...