The Day the Sun Rose

The Day the Sun Rose

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The sun rose on a fair Saturday afternoon. Well, that's not right is it? The sun rises in the morning, sets in the evening, east to west. That's how you determine day from night. A simple thing, really. But. No. The sun rose on the afternoon of Saturday the 11th of May. Julie Andrews was just happy the sun had risen at all. She knew that what she had done would end in either of three ways. Either the sun would stay forever, never allowing any part of Earth to descend into night. Or perhaps the sun would set forever, never to rise again. And maybe one of those two, and maybe it would entirely die, and maybe it would form a black hole and sweep us all into a place where time just is not. We live in a world where time just is, so there must be a possibility that there is a place where time is just not, right? Well, the third and final thing may include all of this, but to a worse degree. They would wake up. They would be alive. All Julie knew, all she could remember, as she hugged Launa tight, is that that was the day the sun rose.
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She perched there waiting. Waiting for the opportunity to settle the score between her and her previous owner as she was his property but in order to be even she had to make sure that she ripped him from limb to limb. Out of her peripheral vision she realized that a bird was perching with her as if comforting her. But she did not need comfort she needed to be vindicated. Camea screeched at the bird. The feathers blew off of it as it tumbled 50 stories below. But the thing was dead before it began its descent. A tear of blood trailed down Camea’s face. In the months following Mila’s death Camea came to realize that bondage was in the mind as well as in the flesh. As she wiped her mouth of the blood from her last meal she smiled thinking to herself how much she is going to enjoy dealing with Austen. The monster within Camea allowed three drops of gold to fall the distance to the ground. She was less than human but more than a clone. I always wondered what it would be like to be human. To have a family, to live out of love, and to be loved. But that opportunity passed me. Pining away for something that you can never touch, have, or hold. It is like needing air but being in a room filled with carbon. It is the worse feeling in the world. That is the only thing that I was able to retain from my previous self was my feelings. I can feel everything now. I can feel the world and every emotion in it. Something that is a blessing and curse at the same time. “Forever young, do you really want to live forever?” “I’ll be here forever.”

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