"This Earth is a land of marvels and mysteries, a land where chaos pursues order and splendid sunny days end in bold starry nights, a land where time is simply the ticking of a clock and space is as far as your arms can stretch!" ~ Spider
Wander out...
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The hot sand crunched under August's boots. The closer he got to the pit, the more human the figure sitting at the edge appeared to be. Long and wavy brown hair *crunch crunch crunch* a white t-shirt *crunch crunch crunch* two pale arms *crunch crunch crunch*.
"Hello."
Amelia turned around, her small nose was decorated with soft pink freckles equally as pink (and soft) as her smiling lips, and her eyes peculiarly as green as his.
"Hey there." she replied, now slightly grinning
"Umm it's Amelia, yeah?"
"That's what my soul's called."
"..."
"The body is but a cage for the soul, our prisons do not define who we are."
"..."
"Yup, Amelia... that's what you can call me."
"Oh ok, umm so I got matches."
"Great, that's fantastic April."
She grabbed the matches from him
"It's August."
"Yes, I am aware of the date..."
"No, umm my name... it's August, not April."
"Who cares? they're both months and to be perfectly honest they both sound silly."
He sat down beside her, turning slightly pink, dug his hands under the sand, and dangled his feet down into the void which filled the pit. Amelia emptied all the matches on her lap and turned to August.
"You wanted to ask me something yesterday?"
"Yeah, you're like the first new person here ever, you just moved in yesterday and..."
"Moved back in, I used to live here when I was a little girl, left when I was about five with my mum."
"You decided to move back?"
"Moved in with my dad, my mum's gone"
"Gone?"
"She was a florist, all the flowers are dead now and she died along with them"
"I'm sorry"
Amelia picked a match up from her lap and struck it on the side of the box, she held it in between her fingers, watched the flame as it spread from the match head to the wood, and threw it down, down into the love in a vulture's heart. The flickering light got smaller until it disappeared completely. She smiled and turned towards August again, Her eyes wide with excitement.
"If hell really is at the bottom of this thing, I hope I'm turning up the heat for my mum, I HATE that BITCH!"
"..."
"I HATE HER SO FUCKING MUCH! " Her screams echoed into the pit.
