Imagine being in a lush rainforest, surrounded by thick, green trees and tons of blossoming flowers with leaves bigger than your head. Imagine stumbling upon a small river, through which the water gently flows and bubbles. Imagine kneeling down to capture the water in your cupped hands and noticing movement amongst the greenery on the other side of the river.
From the darkness emerges first a pair of yellow eyes so bright and ominous that they seem to capture yours in them. Next, a dark nose and a set of glistening, white teeth sharp enough to rip up anything and everything like a shredder destroys paper. Soon, the shimmering, orange and black striped fur appears in the sunlight, and, underneath it, a large and muscular yet sleek body as the tiger sneaks out from the plants to take a drink from the river.
There's a strangely calm silence besides the gentle lapping sound of the tiger's tongue dipping into the river to deliver water to its mouth. The gaze that you and the tiger share isn't one of intimidation or discomfort. It's one of acceptance.
In a situation like this, would you be the onlooker or the tiger?
Would you be the dangerous, yet intriguing being that captures the eye of anyone who passes by you? Would your beauty strike curiosity?
Or would you be the beholder who gazes upon the beautiful beings from afar, wondering what it would take for them to notice?
Or is it possible for you to occupy both roles? To be the epitome of beauty to one while you daydream about and chase another?
Depends who you ask.
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Fragments
Short StoryMy strangely intriguing and unfinished ideas often come to me in fragments, so I decided to make a collection of them.
