Drowning In Dreams : Writing

Drowning In Dreams : Writing

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What once was a phrase for those in a dream lusting state. Where their eyes had dosed off into the other side of the world, their lips sewn shut by the dryness of silence, nose covered in nothing but a air of imagination, ears tricked by the surrounding sounds of creativity.. comes to be a horrifying set of endless nightmares in a girl within the constraints of her own mind. Ascella Bauldelaire, a 16 year old girl who has lost a grip on time. It all started when a unknown creature had hit her in the head and pretended to save her with it's blinding light. It all started with a dream yet awakening, Where she found herself in both a villager's attire, a white nightgown, dark and powerful armor, and a suit from 2139. Perhaps its her lust for such an ideal world. Perhaps its her creativity.. Perhaps its her, yet only a few things were clear, the most being that this. This was the time when she realized.. How many questions she had for this world. Yet only two answers can remain in her mind.. Solitude haunts her, while reality will hunt her.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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