Short Stories!

Galaxy

Short-hair, bright eyes, both head, and shining eyes turning up to the sky. Looking, but not only seeing, searching this immense, mysterious mass overhead that is the sky. The night sky she had driven so far to see. The stars and planets decorating the sky in nearly stationary dots, while comets streak across the sky, painting it momentarily with stardust and clouds from faraway planets. Looking up at the sky, she has a perfect moment of insignificance. She knows she is only a part of whatever great scheme the universe has planned out. She sometimes wonders if she has made a difference to anything outside of her own world. This near euphoric moment quickly fades, as she is not one to dwell on such matters. She leads a simple life in the city. She owns an apartment, that she dreads going back to every day. Her apartment was a symbol of her soul forever trapped in a certain routine, one that is hard to break. An endless cycle of working, sleeping and eating. This girl craves the rush and thoughtful reflection of a new exploration around the outside of the city borders. The city is all the same to her, a concrete jungle, devoid of happiness and joy. She would much rather live in a place where each person cared for the people next to each other, a place where new things were welcomed, no matter how strange, just because those things were the ideas of your neighbor. Yes, that would be a place that suited this girl well. But those kinds of places died out long ago. They died out with growing scientific minds and the need for new and growing technologies. Some of those technologies had kept her alive once, sustained her after the terrible incident she had been a victim of. As she thinks about the technologies that turned the town that she would have spent eternity in into nothing more than history, she touches her once-human leg. Like her perfect living space, feeling the soft flesh of her right leg would forever be a memory. She tears herself away from the thought of past actions that had led her to this very moment in space and time. Instead of standing outside of her car, a car not quite old enough to be considered vintage, but not quite new enough to be considered worth buying by most people, she walks around to the front of her vehicle and lays down on the hood. For the second time that night, she wonders about the mysteries of existence. This time, she inquires about if she could leave this world almost completely, would she ever look back? Would she frequently think about the few people she had left behind in her original world? If she flew just high enough to touch the stars, would she ever leave? Part of her would want to stay. Part of her would fly away to meet new people and make a new life among the stars and galaxies, feed off of nebulas and drink of a planet's moisture. Comets would trail over each individual hair on her head while she slept, undisturbed, for however long she wanted. Another part of her would stay. Try and change her life. Try to change as many lives as possible. She would disregard the impossible to follow laws, just to help the ones around her. She would be a hero. She would rule the world and change it back to the way it was. However, the more rational side of her told her to go home. The night sky was already starting the break into bright, yet soft tones of orange, yellow and red. And she admired it. She admired the brave tenacity of the sky, to change every morning and evening and still be ever-shifting and flowing. To break into different color every morning, but with differences so small that only the most perceptive could notice. And she admired it, if only just for a second. She hopped off the hood of her car and headed home this time. This time.

Wow, this is really long. I had an idea for a story starter and had to write it. These things usually aren't this long. Or descriptive. Sorry it's in one huge paragraph, it just has a nice flow to it this way, at least when I was writing it, anyway.

(12/3/2017 edit: I was watching Jacksepticeye playthrough Doki Doki: Literature Club and suddenly I lost all confidence that this paragraph was good. So I edited it.)