“I'd like to
thank all the little people.”
Snow White*
#quote
Today I went to
my writers club and it was fun. Also possibly CJ may come over. In
addition I almost created a device to make the world into a living
musical but I put the batteries in backwards and it short circuited
and blew up.
Loved In
Wake, Feared In Dreams
Waldon loved
birds in the day. He loved them more than anything. He photographed
them for hours and fed them in the park. He researched them. He kept
them as pets. He knew everything he could about them, enough to fill
his brain to the brim. Just seeing one, even a ratty pigeon on the
street, would bring a smile to his face.
But every night
he would have horrible nightmares about birds. They would attack and
hunt him down. The dream would always be the same. He would be in a
gray city. A city made of clay. And the birds would fly through it
chasing and attacking him. He would keep running and they would keep
pecking away and clawing at him. He never was more scared than during
those dreams.
Yet he still
loved them during them the day and he didn't know why. Psychiatrists
couldn't figure it out. They wondered. They tried and nothing would
get rid of the nightmares. He would love birds and they would chase
him all the same. It hated that none of their methods would get rid
of the fear in the night. But in the end Waldon felt content with it
all if the birds were his loved friends in the day.
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