I slept poorly, so I was awake before sunrise. I had hoped that watching the sunrise would make me feel better. The colors were so beautiful. But, because of me, many people weren’t alive to enjoy the sunrise. Watching something that made me happy felt wrong.
I woke slowly, climbing, with effort, back to consciousness. Something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what, but it was very, very wrong. And it was inside my head. I opened my eyes.
“Do you think she’s having a good time?” Thanatos leaned over to Amora, who nodded.
Angelina sighed as she snapped her book shut. Nothing was ever interesting any more. The words on the page all blurred together and her motivation had gone out the window. Where was the wonder? The panache? The little extra something that made reading worth while. She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling. Squinting, she attempted to make shapes out of paint splotches and cracks. Nothing. She could hear the sounds of the house: her mother walking to the kitchen upstairs, her father puttering in the garage, her dog yapping in the backyard. Groaning, she stood up from her armchair and stretched, attempting to get some feeling back in her legs. As she made her way over to her bookshelf, Angelina slowly began to think of her collection. As her eyes skimmed over titles, they were all nixed. Too dramatic, she thought, not dramatic enough, boring, boring, read it too much, boring, boring, aagh! She flopped helplessly against her bed. This was getting ridiculous. There should be at least one book that would be able to hold her attention. Making up her mind, Angelina straightened her shirt and strode out of her room. She made sure to tell her mother that she was going out, probably to the library, and she would be back before supper. Her mother sent her off with a smile and a kiss. Angelina shoved her feet into her shoes and she was off.
The day starts out like normal, I wake up, brush my teeth and get ready for the day. I open the window as the city cars honk and swerve. Suddenly, the sun beaming its golden rays ceases. The clouds darken and cover the illuminating light. Change of plans…
Whips of lightning cracked the dreary night’s fragile shell.
Once upon a time not too long ago, a young family moved to a wonderful place called Blackley, and in Blackley was an even more wonderful place, called Boggart Hole Clough.
Once upon a time not too long ago, a young family moved to a wonderful place called Blackley. And, in Blackley was an even more wonderful place, called Boggart Hole Clough.
Another world, another time... 37 years ago, The Dark Crystal was released. It was a Jim Henson film with absolutely no humans onscreen, just pure puppetry. It felt familiar, incorporating tropes seen in such franchises as The Lord of the Rings and Star Wars. But it was also alien, with its own mythology regarding such beings as the evil Skeksis and the mystical urRu. It truly did feel like another world, a strange one with charm. And now, people get to experience more of it onscreen via the Netflix prequel series The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance.