In the Moment

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is a bit experimental. feel free to coment anything you think.

Submitted: February 09, 2016

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Submitted: February 09, 2016

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Imagine, if you will, a forest. A steriotypical yet unique forest filled with trees that have it's own individual stories of experiencing thousands of years of abuse from stormy weathers, a hundred years of drought and small burrowing animals. Imagine them growing thinner as you look higher till their needle-thin tips pierce the heavens as if they were attempting to escape the demanding reign of earth.

You are standing in a small clearing with the light of the sun being sucked away by the anciet trees, yet small freckles of light make it to the floor of the woods and embrace your cheeks and nose momentarily as they leave shadows of warmth like a loving hug. You feel the rest of your body slowly amass with goosebumps. The humidity makes it feel like it had just rained. You then notice small dots of water blanketing the small bright green leaves on the younger trees, and the wood darkened and swelling from the soaked up water. You then examin the forest floor and the moss that completely envelopes it. Soft in texture and color, the even mixture of light and dark green plaster the bedding of moss makes you feel as if you could sleep on it like a blanket of cloulds.

Now, night has fallen, the dark of night that could swallow everything slowly becomes a deep maroon huing the once vibrant forest trees and moss into a monochrome blue but before the endless void of black and feeling of nothingness approaches, small spheres of light appear, floating from below the moss as if on que. Like fireflies without a body, the countable few bulbs of light the size of pearls continue to drift upwards at a snails pace -to be continued


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