jesus it's been a while.
I thought it might be interesting if I posted something! even though I haven't been here! for like a whole year!
okay I guess, here's somethin I wrote a long time ago. It's not so great but it's the closest I've got to okay writing! it's about a character named atlas who is the first human born in space (it's from a real old book, props if anyone remembers the name)
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atlas feels very sad sometimes because he was born in space
so he never saw earth up close
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the first boy born in space will never touch the ground, or a leaf, a waterfall, a mountain, nothing.
he will sit in an enormous space ship floating hundreds of miles above a big blue marble and stare at it until the glass under his fingers clouds up with his breath against the window.
he searches photos of different places on the planet, he creates his own VR headset and he sculpts a landscape, but it's not how his blue marble really looks like.
his blue marble has big blue skies and big blue oceans. it's covered in warm sunlight and fluffy snowfall. there's harsh winds and scorching deserts, but there's bright coral in shimmering oceans and trees that could hold him inside their branches.
it's his own blue marble, but he can never seem to touch it, he can't wrap his fingers or his mind around it. not quite.
his imagination had grown restless from years of being trapped inside a cage. a large cage, spacious and luxurious, but still a cage.
the metal bars of the cage were cold, you'd get frostbite if you attempted escape.
so when another boy who had lived his life touching his blue marble came along, atlas' pretentious looks melted into childish wonder.
"what does the ocean look like? is the sky really blue? do clouds look pretty from below? are sunsets orange, yellow, or red? what does a breeze feel like? how does snow fall from the sky? does rain sound like people whispering?"
he couldn't stop.
the other boy just let him keep going until his smile broke into a laugh. "it's very pretty. Earth is pretty."
atlas nodded.
his blue marble.//
hopefully I'll get something I like more out soon!! I have a bunch of random small things, if you're interested let me know and I'll drop em
(thanks for being here friend. this is bad writing but thanks anyway.)
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