Beginning

By wph

The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.

I have just killed God's dragon, and its body lies innocently half sunken behind me. The growing sea swallows it up in no time, and in doing so, it becomes just another sky: green and pink, and green and pink, and then suddenly blue, and then gradually black with white speckles, and then penultimately white with black speckles, and then ultimately, just white. 

I am truly alone in the universe

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wph

VT

17 years old

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    The Sweet Escape

    When I was a little younger than I am now, 

    I went home after school and wrote until bedtime.

    That was enough to take me into the stratosphere. 

    I'd play in the cloud for hours and hours.

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    Simon Peter

    I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine. 

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