"I think my feet are shrinking," she muttered, looking up at where she rested her soles against the wall. She laid on her back on the dark green couch, looking up at the ceiling, twisting a lock of her brown hair between the fingers of her right hand. Sunlight stealing in through the window struck the glass of water on the coffee table, casting a dancing reflection up onto the ceiling.
He looked up from his crossword as he sat in the rocking chair next to the couch. "They look the same to me."
"My shoes are too big." The...
This morning I woke up from the loud screeching of my alarm, I woke up my grandson Tom and in my energised voice said "come on Tom let's go out to the cafe". Tom and I got ready within 5 minutes, we left the house and were walking through the loud streets of Vietnam. Tom stops suddenly in front of me and points to a toy store that he wanted to go in. Tom lead me into the toy store grasping tightly onto my hand pulling me into the store. He was jumping up and down and his heart was...
Annabelle Clarisse, was born blind but her disability never stopped her from visualising the world with her other senses. She could smell how spring was just around the corners as the flowers bloomed and how she could hear the chips of little hatchlings be born. Annabelle was never sad about how she was but instead she turned her negativity into something greater by become an artist. Her very first art piece was published in France,1943 where the she showed her audience how she saw the world with her own imagination. Her sense of touch helped her visualise he paintings by...
She cradled the faun's head. She listened to its soft breath, listened to its complaint, listened its petition. But what could she do? What judgment could she give that would hold in the face of her ever-shrinking kingdom. Every year she shrunk, every year there were more men, and every year there was less.
At night under the moon she called her sisters, who had all once been close, close enough to be one, but now far and spread. They came if they could, sent emissaries if they could not. They talked until the edge of the sun, bloated and...
It was all a fine day, the sun was out, water was nice but then suddenly the clouds turn dark, the trees rocked from side to side looking like it was going to come out of the root. The water crashed against the rock vigorously over and over again. Then the dirt when flying everywhere and on everyone, so the public ran for cover. The umbrellas on the sand flew across the other side and sand flew all the way to the shops. Everyone was screaming, the birds were screaming, the people were screaming and the weather got worst by...
Some people think there is a trick to self-hypnosis. There isn't. The whole thing is a trick. You need to want to be hypnotized, let yourself be hypnotized. But you can't want it so much that you are unable to be hypnotized. It's like living in a zen koan.
There are many different ways of hypnotizing yourself. Some people can meditate themselves into a trance. Some people use drugs. But most people use recordings. And for many people, self-hypnosis works because they can hear their own voice, it works better than a stranger's. Your own voice, some comfortable and common,...
A reflection..
A clear copy of yourself, The one shard of glass showing us what other see of yourself..
Wether you want it or not, their everywhere...
I stood there.. Frozen.. Heartbroken..
I looked myself in the eyes as a crystal layer grew upon my eyes, He was behind me.. Hold my waiste telling me i wasnt good enough.
Telling me id never make it, telling me id never get there..
My father busted through the door as the hallucinations faded. Th smell of alcahole reeked through the air,He had been drinking again..
He threw me to the floor and...
100 feet away. I can see the end. I have been searching, wandering, climbing, stumbling, falling into the "infinite abyss", always somehow with an inner drive getting back to my feet. Days, weeks, months, stranded, isolated, all alone. Me and my thoughts. My fears. but I can't give up. What if I do? how will I ever know.? So through the blazing sun, torrential downpours, the sub-zero temperatures, sheltering myself with man-made huts, I pushed on. and now 100 more feet. Don't give up now! No...don't!
I was scared. I could see another perspective of myself. Did I want this to happen? No. But, did it happen for a reason? I had everything jut a few weeks ago, it went away so quickly. I knew that something bad was going to happen as the outcome, but I can't even bare the thought that this would happen. I feared that it would be the end, but it slowly sank in, mind and body. I thought, this isn't so bad. The freezing water feels like a thousand needles stabbing me in every part of my body. My back...
The floorboard creaked. The house came alive and... walked.
It did not walk as people walk, as things designed to move would move. No, a house is not meant to ambulate, not meant to be in a place different from the place it had always been. That was the first trial, overcoming years of inactivity, millenia of tradition.
But the house was determined to leave its lot, after its lot in life had fallen. All around it, other houses had fallen, eaten away by neglect, time, disuse. And while this house had not had resident or human inhabitant for far...