Out of bliss

Out of bliss

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The sweet smell of the forest covers me as i step into the open area with a big mountain in the far left. Water plummets to the earth from the middle of the mountain. I stand there in awe at the beautiful scenery, the chirping of the blue jays and mocking birds echo in my ears yet make me relaxed. I look to the sky when the sent of rain swiftly fills the area, but the rain won't fall. Its going on one hour when the rain keeps its self in suspend in the sky, i didn't think much of it until the water from the mountain turns grey and the birds drop dead from the now black sky. Instead of the small chirping birds soaring the sky theirs now huge swift crows and some kind of flaming bird in the sky. My face turned from amazement to horror and all i could think of doing was turning and running, so that's the very thing i did, yet the more i ran the farther the exit was. Crows started dive bombing me splitting my ear, cracking my skull and all i could do was swat them away with my arms. I could feel the blood from their pecking run down my face curving around my nose, and my vision got blurry and i could feel myself stumbling. Suddenly their was a sweet smell again, not the forest but something in it.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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