Tuesday, 4 September 2012
03:42:50 AM (GMT)
Her name was Hazel. Everyone in the sky watched her run. The pounding of her
pursuers' heartbeats reverberated in her ears. She fell, her knees sinking into the
soft earth, and she tore at the ground, digging, getting dirt under her fingernails.
Tiny, forgotten things glittered in the ground, and she threw them aside, not wanting
to care. The ground gave way, and soon she was falling, but not for long; the hole
closed in above her, and the darkness shivered away from the tiny lights that were
suddenly everywhere; a minuscule pink mushroom, smaller than her fingernail, danced
in the air above a shimmering pool of blue, broken ice. Sixteen fairies in
straightjackets screamed yellow thoughts that made her smile sweet with venom. She
couldn't even contain her joy as she dug into the earth farther and more strangers
came to greet her.
Soon she came to a door, and she knew this door led to the end of the story, and she
couldn't help but feel so vulnerable, an oyster without its shell; where had the air
gone? She couldn't breathe.
The door opened and she screamed as reality swallowed her whole.