Wordie_Cloudmother_A Good Citizen_The Sentry
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Something's different. I am different, more than usual. What happened?"Mr Toulouse, would you be kind to stop dreaming? We're in the middle of a crisis. And it's time for your presentation." Fatty growled in his direction. A man ignored him and walked to the laptop area. "What seems to be a problem, Mr Toulouse? Did you forget how to press start?" Fatty obviously picked on him today. Sevan Copolous, the man's colleague, sighed and helped the struggling man. He ignored Fatty's unprofessional behaviour and seated himself. "First of all, the crisis our boss is talking about could be avoided by cu...
Cloudmother
Andrew jumped when Peter tapped him on the shoulder. He'd been staring up at the sky instead of paying attention to the time or the crowd around him.Peter looked up. “What do you see up there? A spaceship? A missile? Should we be running?”Andrew gave him a small smile. “No, it’s just a nice day. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the clouds are huge and fluffy.”“Wow, you look at you getting all poetic.”“I guess staring at the sky is better than hitting the bottle.”Peter stared at him a moment. Are you doing okay? I mean, since…”Andrew turned and took off. “Change the subject, Peter.”Saturday...
A Good Citizen
1257 wordsRated PG; pain, violencePrompt: Write a story where a character runs into someone they've seen in their dreams, or enters a building they've dreamt abwww.onedoor.ccout before.I’m walking to the grocery store, just a block away from home, when they sharply turn the corner. I can’t get a good look at them. All I see is a blonde head--wet and messy--and sweat dripping from a face obscured by shadows. Those are the features I can make out on the figure before they bash their head into mine.I fall backwards. It feels more like flying than falling. Sort of like I’m a football thrown to a friend. I wish....
The Sentry
{content warning: brief mentions of violence} The forest of Sho Prar, brimming with life, secrets, and treasure. The trees speak to the ferns and the moss, sharing gossip and daily news. The nymphs and the fairies meet up to play music by the creek, attracting all sorts of woodland creatures. Explorers congregate with local foxes, inquiring why their compasses are spinning in all sorts of directions. At night, the canopy of leaves is far too thick to see the stars, so the fireflies have taken it upon themselves to compensate. They float aimlessly and illuminate the forest wonderfully. Sho Prar...