Fiction

Thunder roared in the dark night sky, lightning the only source of light. Rain fell hard onto the roof like bullets, screams of terror throughout the city.

Day 201: July 10th, 2119

My roadtrip is different than the average.

Unless, I suppose, you consider water a road.

My friend's home is beautiful. 

It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.

Miami. I need a flight to Miami. I couldn't stand the cold anymore. It was the beginning of January, the home of freezing temperatures and perpetually gray skies.

Looking through the window of a cafe, I see my reflection. Long blonde hair, and light blue eyes. The wind blows, messing up my perfectly styled hair, and as I go to fix it, I realize my reflection isn't following my movements.

Author's Note: This story isn't exactly mine to tell. One day, I came home from school, crying because I got a huge blister (this happened in elementary school) and the blister spread across my entire palm.

In the depths of winter,

in such dry weather,

I go out to get wood,

the cold biting my skin.

I wear gloves to prevent splinter 

made of fine, durable, and tough leather,

It was a moment, as fleeting as the click of a heel on wood.

It was like looking in a mirror. If the mirror was distorted and cruel in nature.

“Icarus for takeoff, Icarus Rover for take off.” 

Icarus. Icarus. It knows that one. 

"Icarus for takeoff. Countdown initiation."

Icarus. It knows that one.

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