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Sun duality
Someone is in a sinking boat, headed towards a giant waterfall.
I never thought I would go by the nickname of Jobs Waterfall. It took less than a year to complete my traveling to see my father across the botanic puprle flowers. I always smiled at his jokes when he was riding a bicycle with the tip of his tongue out in the air. I remember his kittens that cuddled me and licked me when I was in bed. During my childhood, my father would let me in nature to explore the bugs. When I burst in jumps like an electrocuted cat, James was always charmed and gentle to these bugs that I now see as disgusting.
Where is Daddy James? I knocked on the door five times, and I heard only silence and the humming of the grasshopper. There were photos about underneath sea cities and notes on Mesopotamian mythology. Is my father’s research on the disappearance of people in this city linked to his own disappearance? The sun was shining, and the corn was ripe enough to be gathered. Doors were open. I checked each house, but there were only papers about Mesopotamian mythology. Beside the well of the city, a message was crumpled by a rock. The paper had blood stains and its calligraphy was nervous:
-See us for what we are.
I looked down at the deepest point of the well. A pale monstrous child scratched my arm until it was bleeding. It grabbed and took me to a sinking boat where I saw the bodies and moans of my beloved family that I once forgot and abandoned.
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I never thought I would go by the nickname of Jobs Waterfall. It took less than a year to complete my traveling to see my father across the botanic puprle flowers. I always smiled at his jokes when he was riding a bicycle with the tip of his tongue out in the air. I remember his kittens that cuddled me and licked me when I was in bed. During my childhood, my father would let me in nature to explore the bugs. When I burst in jumps like an electrocuted cat, James was always charmed and gentle to these bugs that I now see as disgusting.
Where is Daddy James? I knocked on the door five times, and I heard only silence and the humming of the grasshopper. There were photos about underneath sea cities and notes on Mesopotamian mythology. Is my father’s research on the disappearance of people in this city linked to his own disappearance? The sun was shining, and the corn was ripe enough to be gathered. Doors were open. I checked each house, but there were only papers about Mesopotamian mythology. Beside the well of the city, a message was crumpled by a rock. The paper had blood stains and its calligraphy was nervous:
-See us for what we are.
I looked down at the deepest point of the well. A pale monstrous child scratched my arm until it was bleeding. It grabbed and took me to a sinking boat where I saw the bodies and moans of my beloved family that I once forgot and abandoned.
© All Rights Reserved
