aarkhades
Without this world, I would be nothing, perhaps just a wispy piece of something drifting like ash in between the spaces of the sky.
And suddenly, he cleaved the sky into parts, and it splintered like china. They didn't know what to do, and watched as the sky scattered around them in pieces. So they picked them up and pocketed them, melted them down into liquid, and created a wide, blue, blue ocean...
And nobody knew what to say. We are all in the den, looking around at the fire place crackling, the swirling smoke like a bandanna curled around us. It was quiet, and we all stared at each other like we knew what to do, even though we didn't.
He mounted the horse, adjusting his legs on either side of it, and spurred it onward, watching its mane rise and fall on the breath of the wind as its hooves pounded against the ground, a frenzied glare glazed over its eyes.
I never know what to do with hats. Perhaps it'd be more sensible just to wear it on my head, but how unoriginal can that be? Wouldn't it be fine to wear it on a foot, or a hand, or cut it up and put it around your neck? But I'll save myself the embarrassment...