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(heavily inspired by "Aurora - Runaway")
A short story I wrote when I was 13
:The wrong grammar is intentional :v
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listening to old chants, "tale of a past IYAIT" said to be undoubtedly cheerful and understanding, told young folks of myths and legends
As I read, my face had buried itself in its inked paper page by page, the story fights a man in hood. The book gave advice, advantages, hunts in the wild, with some added rhyme
Dreamt of a civil war raising utter destruction as it continue to escalate into future obduction. In a micro carousel of time and motion, "can you pass the lotion?"
Here at the mines, minding my business, mining my way in this slavery, earning my pay from the people on high stairs, up to when will I stay? When will I revolt and make them pay?
Right above the surface, glanced a piece of heaven waiting in ancient, slowly aging, failing to influence and even tainted them
Foolish darkness, powerful yet below their shadow. You wasted it, Dark. Remember what you said? Yep, what did you say again?
Learning love in this lonesome world of countless workload, mining's what we do all day in this high society of living dreads
As a vessel, I shall obey, even if my nose gets cut from wear and tear, no need to join the fray just to say I'm different then die in dismay like clinical people persay
Illegal things such as this should only work in shady businesses. They don't know... Or they ignored. Well, who knows? In the end it's all in vain, I'm alive anyway
Then *BANG-BANG*, *SIRENS* and *gunshots*, loud enough that ears of deaf might hear. Sweat dropped, gates collapsed, reigning cries, bridge to freedom? I fear if it's not
Loud ringing, echoing green, took my chance, passed the ranch, into the river leading to cold ocean breeze. it really makes me wonder vast celestial increase
"Thank you!" You are outnumbered. Insufficient man power can only hold out for short. Fast escape's a giant mistype, some might say reckless asphalt
*SIRENS* back and forth, guns and pilots, wreckage and warfare and hopefully not despair. Dare I ask their sanity, but kept it hidden. You never know, it might be another ploy from degenerate den
"I'll call someday!" can't hear them reply, kept running, don't know, kept running, nobody really knows, but I did thanked them, and kept running, although tearing fear might topple me, my invisible body repel thoughtless fairies
Then I was running far away, the hunters chasing in a ferry, scaring trees obscure them but their skills allow them way which scares me. Freezing temple of fellow dolls sprinted above sky, for one, I know, this is their battle cry
Take me home, praying to legs, climbing steep stones, formerly covering snow, now wet ground turns to slippery mud as I covered my breath to once again breathe longer
Hope you're proud, I've gone to all the place you've gone, but no, take me home, take me where I belong. Although I've forgotten that place where you've once gone, scenes of nostalgia takes over me, right John?
I kinda get it, an unfortunate soul got all the fortune, but kept running, as far as the ice can reach. I ran for a solid hour then realized something
If I kept running past the snow and into somewhere far away, will I surpass that wall someday? Without you, I feel alone, tell me Jay, can you give me a death ray?
Near the sea, sparkling sand rub my feet, it's just so free. We vessels are now people, I see. There I was standing in the rain, felt like running away but danced anyway shouting "let's all just play!"
I danced so loudly in the droplets, my heart's beating fast like them, happily spinning around like children back then, celebrating in joy because now we're winners, this is godsend
Scenery brighten as the sun rises in old incantation, I can't take this, it's too precious. This ornate contraption's mysterious force matters, do you think? Painter pink?
Hot star, molten in nature, carving patterns on distant ice, "it's to no effect! insufficient ray". Say... What's a ball of fire bend doing, heating all day?
Through passage of delinquencies, youthful time spent on an atrocious party, savoring the movements of ladies, I do say they're quite pretty
Fun wither forms, disappearing scorn, resources spent on mentality. It was wasteful, I know, but florentine scarcity is below in terms of hierarchy
Color basked in saltwater, paper towels need some pointers, taped until snuck right, hopefully not too tight. "Hey! Come here! I'm making color pictures with art kit!"
I was painting jarry. Joe was in the painting with you and for a moment I thought you were happy, but then I get possum virtue and you did too, then, I was gone and so were you. Weird, huh? Culling tissue
All is timeline height, lying stupid fox, only that seventy might add "this is not bad, perishing king of cod" heh, classic
How? Appeal fortune, foretelling sorrow with cards in nightgowns. On my show, that is lacking causality. Give it more jazz, you bird bugs
Only that I'm manic, non-depressive, all economic policy, befriended in lunacy
Where will I find the treaty? On your plummetting pottery? On your pretty courtesy? At your funeral? In front of your lamenting family?
Let's game. Play till day, find clay in the adventure of say... Kingdom spray. Hey, Jerry, continue! And you, stop the glare, ignite the flare, let the castles burn like ash tray
Advent of chaos, more like inspiration for my power. That mighty body of yours makes a chair leg. Sofa of death, pointing lava pet, molecules of atomic oxygen levels above the sea floor widens in astrological wits of time... "F*ck it!" I'm making a jet!"
Questionable faces everywhere. "We don't have any materials to spare!" They yelled in fortune, some even annoyed, I assume. Not denying that truthful thought, "then let's just eat the food I brought!"
"Hey jane! that jet! Let that be our goal this coming set!" Dark cheers in spanish moonlight. Words of language, non-congruence, but understandable in metal science "Make some sense, Jay!"
"Come on you two! The meat kebob, get them from the boxed hue!" Yells Joe in visible yellow
That dream I had, was that real? I should stop painting, that disappearance act makes me feel fear "this jet looks like a helicopter without grey paint, weird"
Waving upper body of skinny ogre black, Dark snaps me out of my thoughts, "what's that?". That detestable freaking smile of his, nevertheless pretended to be his friend, hiding his cowardly decisions is slightly favoured "let's? No, you must"
"Fine" he said, awkwardly standing still until chance is finally there, grinning wide, variety of things fill the void in his head, he plays dead
Ah, the smell of rain. No other smell would overpower the nostalgia from these droplets. The aircraft that showered them, maybe it'll be fun if we meet
Shelter made from metal scraps, tetanus wax, bottom tax, created through our collective effort, a Mona Lisa level artwork
Don't know how this story ends, but situations of current reveals the cutting of loose ends and the keeping of tight rope cages, open, not fenced
And at the end of it all was a sign, it says 'The End'
"See you! Blossom fiend!"