As the clock tower ticks one minute, I think to myself, didn't that tick one second ago? I get that flowing feeling that makes me think I'm hallucinating, and so I run to the old house, hoping my mom will be there as always. Me and my mom, we were thick as thieves until her and dad split. Dad took me, mom took Van. Every chance I get, I run to the old house a few blocks away. Although I am running on grass, I feel as weighed down as when people try to run on sand. I look down, and unsurprisingly, I find sand. The seasons must have just changed. And I know why.
It was a stormy winter night, and it was very cold. So cold, in fact, that you could see your breath in the air, even in the warmest of homes. That night would slay any other night, in an arena of coldness. Everyone glued to one another, only aware of what was beside them. Everyone wearing warm winter jackets, and wishing they had more. Everyone longing to be anywhere other than here. Everyone dying a little as the second hand ticked the minutes away, one by one.
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As the Worlds Collide
FantasyThe milk thistle tickles my body as the flowers blossom between my toes. The seasons are changing every 10 minutes. The flowers growing between my toes quickly begin to form into sand, falling from the shape of a flower to a dry bed of the sea. My f...
