KingSanIII
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Project Sol
I shuddered awake. Not from a dream, though I wish it were one. The air was chill against my skin even under all these quilts. It was like icicles forming in my lungs. Little shards speckling my dark curled eyelashes. Through the window only meager sunlight filtered in; weak as if straining to warm the earth. The twinkle of a once radiant smile, now blurred by frost. The glass...its like a slowly shattering prism. The crackle of my fireplace alerted me to the dwindling of the last embers of life sustaining flames.
By KingSanIII3 years ago in Futurism
Anomaly
Black eyes. How strange, Charlie thought. Why do her eyes have no color? He had light pale blue eyes. Her mother had brown eyes. Their grandparents a mix of blue and brown and even green. Charlie had expected her eyes to be blue. He just had a sixth sense that his little Alexandra would be a girl and have blue eyes. He was fifty per cent right, he thought. But, again, how strange to not have any color. Are all babies born this way now? Do all babies have black eyes?
By KingSanIII3 years ago in Fiction