Fiction

When I was younger my grandpa would take me out on the lake in his old fishing trawler. We would head out in the early morning, right before the sun started to rise above the mountains, and we would wait.

The girl tosses her long brown curls desend down her shoulders, her smile glows like a million fireflys, her perfect skin smooth her portrait oval with red lips like cherries.

I stumbled out into the light, only to find myself back in my bedroom. No, my childhood bedroom. 

I'm excited to watch the snow melt and turn into water that the ground can't keep in and watching it turn into a coffee-colored, slime and guppy mess that makes everything brown and stunning everything that touches it.

     It was almost calming, lying in a little wooden boat floating in the middle of the ocean. The boat was only big enough for me to lie in, and the waves were little, gently pushing the boat forward. To where? I did not know.

I wake up; the thoroughly aged white rowboat adopted by The Twilight, tasked only with being an emergency lifeboat, swaying and bobbing over the docile waves of the midday Pacific Ocean. The distinct salty aroma of the ocean falls over my nose.

The room was dark and cold, with broken furniture randomly scattered about. Cold condensation drips down off the ceiling in a pattern Drip, Drip, Drip.

When I woke up, it took me a second to realize that I was not in my own bed, but in an airplane over the sea. This is quite ironic, I think to myself as I hum the tune I previously had stuck in my head.

The stones on the walkway were smooth and rounded. At least that’s how I remembered them to be. It’s been so long since we’ve evacuated to space and I simply miss my old life, our Earth which became too toxic for us to live on.

IV

Death was on the air, it came in stages, each more definite then the last, unfolding like a dark flower. Hungry, always hungry... First a feeling, the feeling of the cold fog pressing in, its damp fingers brushing his skin, his soul.

When I woke up, it took me a second to realize that I was not in my own bed, but in a void just floating there.  I was uneasy with it, I was worried and frightened.  As I looked closer at this void I figured that it  was a bubble.