Above 50 miles up in the air, my heart bounced around my chest at top speeds. The thrill made my face contort into a smile. I jumped out of the white and sticky cocoon and held onto it with both of my hands, pressing my feet onto. I threw my head upside to look at the boy who helped me. He looked like a little spec but I knew it was him. I looked back at the cocoon and studied it for inconsistencies to find out how I was the one to make it out. Noticing an arrow stabbing my cocoon I grabbed it and gripped it with all my might. Suddenly the little black spiders came crawling onto the cocoon. This could be life or death, my theory could be false. My hands began to tremble with fear and my eyes began to tear up. But what if…MY THEORIES TRUE. I grabbed a little spider and moved it to my arm, which caused it to bite me. I jumped off of the huge entity, cause the only one who could come up with a theory like this was me. If I couldn't do it, no one could.
Falling to my inevitable death, I stretched out my limbs and pointed at the sky. If there was a god he would look down at me with discontent as I smiled back at him. How could I accept a being that is inherently superior to me, ridiculous. I began to gag as I turned my back to the sky to gaze at the floor becoming clearer and clearer. As I threw up the black fluid I gripped the arrow full force and rammed it into my chest. The pain ran through my head, itching at my nerves as my body shook like I was having a seizure. The pain made my mouth foam until…it all…went…dar…k
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i don't need anybody
i have you Polari
i have mother
i don't need anything
i just have to keep going
keep living
keep hi-
Suddenly the sound of a singing piano pierced John's ears. "Who's there?" He thought before looking over to Ambika. Her hair shined the darkest black anyone's ever seen, yet she kept it short in order for people to focus on her other features. Her pale skin shows that she is barely clinging onto her existence. Her fragile frame was being hidden by her constantly hiding it with long sleeves, but people could still tell because of her hollow cheeks. Her elegant purple eyes looked like they couldn't see a thing so everybody could admire their beauty. She wore a white collar shirt with a french black tie blouse, and black slacks. Stylizing her basic outfit with black oversized sleeves underneath her long sleeved collared shirt.
She played piano beautifully, not paying attention to anybody but her craft. She was untouchable, nobody talked to her—nobody could. In a private school with the most talented kids she was the ideal. Perfect score, perfect image, perfect lineage, she was perfection and everyone knew it. The only person able to stand next to her was her twin brother, and even he couldn't always stand next to her. The difference between first place and second was apparent looking at the two. Everybody could talk to the brother, but no one could even think about talking to Ambika. She wouldn't even twitch, she'd just keep walking. She was too good for them, too perfect. Her brother was the only person she would even humor.
Ambika was a spectacle.