Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Crystal Children



I was running real fast through the barren ground; like fifteen feet a step fast. I heard some old man yelled at me to stop, because some parts of the ground didn’t exist actually, but just illusion, and that if I set my foot on one of those parts, I would stumble into an abyss.

The ground was brownish orange, and rocky. I thought of stopping, but it was so exhilarating that I didn’t want it. continue reading...

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