horizonbound
The pen was square. Small, too. Ten paces by ten paces - it left her with little room to move. Still, at least she could move. And while she could move, she had hope. Hope of leaving. Hope of escape. Hope of being somewhere else.
Flash bulbs blinded her as she strode down the catwalk. She tried to keep her composure, to pretend that everything was fine, but it wasn't. She shouldn't be here. Not now, not ever.
Like the sun. Like the moon. The stars, the planets, the galaxies. Bright, shining, radical. Forever something new and exciting. Out there. Waiting.
He wore antlers. Bright red ones, cheery-looking and made from felt. They did not quite reflect his mood, though; it was one of worry, laced now with a bit of relief. The man who stood in front of him, staring solemnly, would be able to fix everything. He just knew it.
Somedays, failure seems inevitable. Most definitely an option, and probably already there. Pushing through those days can feel like climbing a mountain... but at least you're going somewhere.
A brilliant place to visit. Fantastic, absolutely fantastic. Sometimes you've got to just jump right in, step on a few butterflies, and avoid high school dances.
Running, running, running. My heart pounded in my ears as my feet slapped the pavement. They were gaining on me. And I could not let them catch me. Ever.
A drumbeat sounded in the background. Slow and steady, adding to the already smoke-choked atmosphere. Oracles were fussy about those sort of details. The conditions had to be absolutely perfect, or so they claimed.
She held her head up high. Rain water coursed down her face, mixing with the tears, but she did not let either one stand in the way of her dignity. Go down she might, but she would fall with her pride intact.
Is is strong? Maybe. Yes? Or no. Where will it take you? How will it affect you? Will it help or hinder? Make strong, or weaken? But is that the belief... or you?
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