The real world. Dream and try. Don't believe in magic.

Reads: 406  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A sky of shooting stars and a little beautiful girl looking up at those bright flashes int he night time sky and... - No. This is reality, not a dream.

A candle lit blue room, clothes scattered about with a bed that had a worn out mattress that once was white looked almost brown that had on top a thick and messy duvet at the centre of the darkest part of the room, had a pale yellow fluttering drape covering a open window and there sitting on it's indoor sill was Jaze. 

Maroon brown eyes that would be mistaken of those of a vampire's stared up to the flashing lights and yet with such a dark aura yet so pale and beautiful caught the eye of the smiling man on the moon. Her cold and misunderstood smile was enough to light up the sky. A beautiful night, flowers with dew drops, a impossible fading rainbow into the far distance still colorful, and the wolf like sound of the round eyed white snow birds on a summer's night. Yes so impossible but such a sight to see.

Yes, impossible... Want to know why? It doesn't exist. In a beige brightened room by it's ceiling lights, had a normal uncanny bed and a desk that had a phone that kept on ringing by a unknown contact had a thick tamed curtain covering a closed window where sat Sarah, wishing to be the girl she watches dance in the stars every night so free and beautiful.  She gently closed her blue sapphire eyes that no one noticed but the stray cat on the balcony next door; And listened to the sounds of New York. The local Chinese drunks with ties on their heads and the busy road's sound of screams from the naive animals who set foot out of their forests.

No, this isn't a magical world. This is the real world. She opened her eyes seeing the stray cat right in front of her  outside her window probably standing on a pipe the the fire escape; She asked him joke fully if he was by chance going to bless her with cat characteristics and take her to a world of adventure, mayhem, and excitement from before she knew it...! He jumped off to somewhere as cats usually do. This isn't a world of magic. Realize that. Forget about girls in the sky and a man on the moon. Wake up. For New York is an example at that. 

"No" Wait, what? 

"No, something will happen." Sarah opened her window and crossed her arms on her chest and closed her beautiful eyes that only a cat would notice . She opened her window as far as it could and... Jumped.

No, no she didn't. She closed it back and sat back on the window sill and looked up at New York's factory clouded sky that started to rain and smiled up with a smile on her face at the dancing girl and the moon.

"Anything is possible. But I won't jump like a lunatic thinking something will happen." No, no she won't think that way. She'll make it happen. And that's the only way to deal with reality. Do the impossible. As she has done, she gave birth to a child that had the exact same personality as the girl she had dreamed to be. Her daughter called Jaze, a girl with dark shiny hair and clear pale with light brown freckles and hazel brown like red eyes and a smile that would light up the room yet misunderstood.often for sarcasm - Though Sarah would just take it for their jealousy.


Submitted: September 25, 2013

© Copyright 2021 Clauderick Sama. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:


Facebook Comments

More Flash Fiction Short Stories

Other Content by Clauderick Sama