WHATisYOURobsession
Bio
Just a dreamer writing in the hopes to fund college.
Stories (2/0)
Fields
Furious deep reds, angry and muddy oranges, lightning hot yellows, tints of greens and bitter blues, twirl and warp together. They cast a scorching heat and a bloody-red glow across the cobblestone. Cold tears of anguish followed by bouts of hot tears of injustice slough down her cheeks in rotating frequencies. The clattering of hooves and rattling of wheels mix into the cacophony of footfalls pounding ground as a growing crowd rushes to quail the beast. She collapses to her knees, unable to peel her eyes from the sight nor will her legs to move. A gentle hand cups her shoulder and she stifles her sobs.
By WHATisYOURobsession3 years ago in Fiction
Performance
Everything is dark. Yet it is not. Light begins to seep into the surroundings, muted still but lending itself enough to the surrounding environment to grant the eyes adequate understanding. The murky grays grow more vibrant, tainted with blue. The swirling shadows dance before her eyes as the light casts white throughout the blues. “Home” she smiles to herself as the molecules glide across her body and each other. She is minutely aware that she is moving. Swimming. Grace and ease are the only adjectives for it. She can feel that she is born for this. She was meant to be this. Her speed increases, she flicks her tail harder, her torso bobs up and down and the narrow gray channel of cement beneath her zips past in a blur. The momentum builds, her heart pounding, and she thrusts herself forward with everything she has to offer- She launches into the arena, the air hits her moistened skin, lights pop and flash before her amongst the inky dark as the sound of humans cheering erupts from every corner. She can’t see them, but she knows, she simply understands that this is what she always intended for. She lands on a small precipice tucked against a far wall. It feels unstable, not secure beneath her feet at all. Her feet? She briefly wonders. She turns and spreads her flippers apart, smiling wide as the crowd of invisible onlookers cry out in delight. She feels dry and not quite right, so she pushes her feet against the thin concrete shelving and feels her tail return as she falls backwards, dolphin once more. The water smashes against her back, crisp and hard, the salty scent rising and greeting her olfactory senses. She breathes a sigh of relief, grinning madly as the cool slick water envelops her while she sinks deeper, wrapping its embrace around her once more. She circles the pool once, twice, and leaps out again, droplets sparkling around her as she freefalls back to her wet abode. She adores the sounds of water burbling past her ears, comforting and beautiful, followed by the high pitched mingling noise the human makes. She isn’t sure when this started, but for years she has known that she too is a human. That in her dreams, she can become this elegant creature of the depths, aware she is human while feeling entirely correct in this underwater Eutherian skin.
By WHATisYOURobsession3 years ago in Fiction