Greens, of an emerald nature. Blues deep as the night sky. Reds mixed with oranges. Swirling, entwining into the great depth of Zeebo's mind, it followed with a sequence of shapes until it reached his nostalgic holograph. This was a strong moment in the misfits memory. As if by magic his mind moved swiftly back to when his height was more than doubled...
The grey walls of ordenfield were replaced by black and white tiles covering all walls, the floor and ceiling. The wooden desks; metallic lab furniture. He could fit in the room now unlike before when he would have to maintain a crippling stance just to avoid his head going through the roof. there was a young (small) Zeebo slowly drifting under anaesthetic. As the future Zeebo Roth Zelia watched this he couldn't help gasping for even after 26 years ge longed to be normal and knew this was the moment that option was disabled for him. As he reached his younger self he tried to pull away the mask covering his face but quickly realised this was not possible as he was not physically present. In that second his heart slowed, his airways somewhat blocked. How slow witted was he to expect an answer that easy? An answer that would erase all the pain 26 years brought the abnormal individual. Once he'd spent a good three minutes indulged in self loathing he took one last despising look at the giver of all this struggle and his anger caused adrenaline turned back to the psychedelic and calming drift, which lead to his return to reality.
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15 feet in infancy
Historical FictionA young boy stuck in a 1800th century school toilet. With unlimited time and a cast of invisibility he travels a psychedelic road through nostalgia. Of how he grew up pretty quick.
