Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to Ты as Ты rise from the lake. Ты get the sense that the water should be clearer. Ты don’t dwell on it though, distracted by your own hair. Ты don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. Ты don’t realize that Ты are topless until your hair settles against your back. But Ты are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, Ты can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling Ты this way. If Ты could see behind you, Ты would know that your back is aglow with an intricate mural of deep green symbols. Among them are the upsidown tringle of water and the upfacing треугольник of огонь as well as the up-facing and inverse tringles of earth and air, these have horizontal slashes dividing the tip from the base.
As Ты fully emerge from the water Ты see four birds flock from pine branches to the stone colored sky above. A grosbeak, a crow, a catbird, and a cuckoo; an odd combination Ты must say. But in this land Ты have come to expect and accept such fascinating oddities.
Oddities like the green flames that hover above the rippling water.
Ты set foot on land, sand clings to your ankles and thighs. Though the sky looks of it, and the air smells of it, there is no rain this time. Nor is there that curling mist. In fact Ты think Ты must be in a different realm all together. A цапля struts towards Ты as it gets closer Ты can see that its beak is made of pure zircon, или this world’s version of it. Its dark crown is constantly furling and unfurling as if it is a living being of its own that coexists with the head it rests upon. At the very center of the heron’s spindly neck bobs a pulsing оранжевый orb. It stops to press its beak to your forehead, opening within your mind a certain energy Ты hope to cling to when Ты return to the mortal plain.
Ты feel inspired.
Ты cling to that as Ты continue across the sand.
The lake has spat clumps of seaweed, white baby ear shells, sand dollars, and even some unidentifiable Кости onto the shore. Ты pick up a sunray venus shell and turn it over in your palm to reveal that its underside is a Главная to the teeniest white pearls. Ты decide to cling onto it. When Ты step back to scope out another Ты see that various swirly symbols are etched into the sand. Each one has a twin, they twist and wind until they come together at the center of the пляж, пляжный where lies the smoothest, roundest rock Ты have ever seen. It is translucent and opaque at the same time and holds no one color for еще than thirty seconds.
The only other soul in sight is a цвет морской волны, зеленый морской skinned nixie with black fishy eyes and a set of jagged teeth. She sits in her tidal pool, chewing on algae as she runs a fishbone comb through shiny чирок locks. She notices Ты staring and plunges beneath the surface.
Shells larger than any you’ve ever seen rise from the ground, in the water near the horizon, Ты think that they might be the opening of caves. On them Ты see something Ты are well acquainted with. The one on the right bares the insignia of the день protector and the one on the left of the night.
Ты aren’t watching where Ты are walking and nearly step on a pile of bones. Ты realize, upon closer assessment, that it isn’t a pile at all. The Кости are arranged with much care in perfect circles bound together by kelp. They surround swatches of рыба scales and coral chunks.
Millions upon millions of these jut from the sand.
Though the skies are clear as ever, thin trails of fog seem to ebb from these knick knacks. These trails of fog have auras of their own. Deep within Ты know that they are the spectral forms of the sea dwellers. Of the nixie, the mermaid, the siren, and perhaps even the harpies.
As Ты wade through the water something slick and oily curls around your knees.
Ты now know that there is another similarity this foreign land shares with the first one Ты visited.
It is also a cemetery.
Ты take a deep breath. Musky and the unpleasant tang of dead рыба fills your nostrils along side the smell of sap. With this breath Ты know for sure that the plague is spreading.
Ты can smell petroleum in the air. But Ты can’t find the source. еще black ooze wells up from the water. It’s over powering and the putrid smell of it burns as Ты inhale it. Its choking Ты quite mercilessly, Ты think that Ты might be withering. And your world goes dreadfully dark.
Ты pull yourself up right, head spinning, lungs burning. Your head pounds and a flock of razorbill have taken attention to you. Ты bolt up before they can begin their pecking. This time Ты don’t brush your adventure off, it was so vivid.
So real.
Ты reach into your pocket and Ты know for sure that it is.
Ты hand comes up with a pearl infested sunray venus.
***
August rolls around and Ты are still thinking of your trip. It has never left Ты at all, Ты can see it now. The magic. It comes in the form of a soft розовый glow when Ты lift certain rocks. In the form of tinkling Музыка hiding within the wind. In the form of waking up to a fluffle of bunnies gathered around you. And Ты wonder what it means. Ты ask yourself why it was Ты who had been summoned there. Maybe they, those of magical kin, sense that Ты have a good soul. Perhaps Ты have simply opened your mind to it. Ты wonder just how thin the veil between this world and the other is.
Ты wonder how many others have seen such a place.
Looking at Louisiana-Piper as she dances around in her sundress, talking to a large mound of трава like it is an old friend, Ты know that there are others. Many, many others; some of them closer to losing their sight than others.
Ты know that Ты can’t let her lose her imagination. Ты can’t let Katie nor Parker lose theirs either.
Most of all Ты can’t let yourself lose it, not again.
Could that be the reason Ты were invited to the other world?
Can Ты even be sure that Ты had been there at all? или will it fade back into the background just like it had when Ты turned fourteen?
Ты curl yourself up under your willow and watch the sunset that will bring summer to a close.
As Ты fully emerge from the water Ты see four birds flock from pine branches to the stone colored sky above. A grosbeak, a crow, a catbird, and a cuckoo; an odd combination Ты must say. But in this land Ты have come to expect and accept such fascinating oddities.
Oddities like the green flames that hover above the rippling water.
Ты set foot on land, sand clings to your ankles and thighs. Though the sky looks of it, and the air smells of it, there is no rain this time. Nor is there that curling mist. In fact Ты think Ты must be in a different realm all together. A цапля struts towards Ты as it gets closer Ты can see that its beak is made of pure zircon, или this world’s version of it. Its dark crown is constantly furling and unfurling as if it is a living being of its own that coexists with the head it rests upon. At the very center of the heron’s spindly neck bobs a pulsing оранжевый orb. It stops to press its beak to your forehead, opening within your mind a certain energy Ты hope to cling to when Ты return to the mortal plain.
Ты feel inspired.
Ты cling to that as Ты continue across the sand.
The lake has spat clumps of seaweed, white baby ear shells, sand dollars, and even some unidentifiable Кости onto the shore. Ты pick up a sunray venus shell and turn it over in your palm to reveal that its underside is a Главная to the teeniest white pearls. Ты decide to cling onto it. When Ты step back to scope out another Ты see that various swirly symbols are etched into the sand. Each one has a twin, they twist and wind until they come together at the center of the пляж, пляжный where lies the smoothest, roundest rock Ты have ever seen. It is translucent and opaque at the same time and holds no one color for еще than thirty seconds.
The only other soul in sight is a цвет морской волны, зеленый морской skinned nixie with black fishy eyes and a set of jagged teeth. She sits in her tidal pool, chewing on algae as she runs a fishbone comb through shiny чирок locks. She notices Ты staring and plunges beneath the surface.
Shells larger than any you’ve ever seen rise from the ground, in the water near the horizon, Ты think that they might be the opening of caves. On them Ты see something Ты are well acquainted with. The one on the right bares the insignia of the день protector and the one on the left of the night.
Ты aren’t watching where Ты are walking and nearly step on a pile of bones. Ты realize, upon closer assessment, that it isn’t a pile at all. The Кости are arranged with much care in perfect circles bound together by kelp. They surround swatches of рыба scales and coral chunks.
Millions upon millions of these jut from the sand.
Though the skies are clear as ever, thin trails of fog seem to ebb from these knick knacks. These trails of fog have auras of their own. Deep within Ты know that they are the spectral forms of the sea dwellers. Of the nixie, the mermaid, the siren, and perhaps even the harpies.
As Ты wade through the water something slick and oily curls around your knees.
Ты now know that there is another similarity this foreign land shares with the first one Ты visited.
It is also a cemetery.
Ты take a deep breath. Musky and the unpleasant tang of dead рыба fills your nostrils along side the smell of sap. With this breath Ты know for sure that the plague is spreading.
Ты can smell petroleum in the air. But Ты can’t find the source. еще black ooze wells up from the water. It’s over powering and the putrid smell of it burns as Ты inhale it. Its choking Ты quite mercilessly, Ты think that Ты might be withering. And your world goes dreadfully dark.
Ты pull yourself up right, head spinning, lungs burning. Your head pounds and a flock of razorbill have taken attention to you. Ты bolt up before they can begin their pecking. This time Ты don’t brush your adventure off, it was so vivid.
So real.
Ты reach into your pocket and Ты know for sure that it is.
Ты hand comes up with a pearl infested sunray venus.
***
August rolls around and Ты are still thinking of your trip. It has never left Ты at all, Ты can see it now. The magic. It comes in the form of a soft розовый glow when Ты lift certain rocks. In the form of tinkling Музыка hiding within the wind. In the form of waking up to a fluffle of bunnies gathered around you. And Ты wonder what it means. Ты ask yourself why it was Ты who had been summoned there. Maybe they, those of magical kin, sense that Ты have a good soul. Perhaps Ты have simply opened your mind to it. Ты wonder just how thin the veil between this world and the other is.
Ты wonder how many others have seen such a place.
Looking at Louisiana-Piper as she dances around in her sundress, talking to a large mound of трава like it is an old friend, Ты know that there are others. Many, many others; some of them closer to losing their sight than others.
Ты know that Ты can’t let her lose her imagination. Ты can’t let Katie nor Parker lose theirs either.
Most of all Ты can’t let yourself lose it, not again.
Could that be the reason Ты were invited to the other world?
Can Ты even be sure that Ты had been there at all? или will it fade back into the background just like it had when Ты turned fourteen?
Ты curl yourself up under your willow and watch the sunset that will bring summer to a close.
Once i was having a день dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 год old was Письмо a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are Ты doing here?," she asked. "I Любовь the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner Ты guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?