TITLE: Creations from a different heart
CHAPTER: (1) a normal day in the life of me
As I woke up to the sound of beautiful simplistic rain, I could smell must from my closet. I guess I accidentally left it open all night, but I swear I locked it firmly before I went to bed, oh well.
There was a strange looking house fly making a huge racket trying to get out of my window from the coldness of my ocean themed room. I thought to my self while standing awkwardly with my pajamas on in the middle of my room…one moment you're just flying your way through an over sized fairy house (if those do exist) and then the next, you're trapped in a time of cyberspace and you think that the garden is right through this rectangular hole in the wall, but it's really the window and as you try to zip down into the droplet caressed flowers outside, you find that you're stuck, and you can't get out. Although you're sure you know life better than that, so you try harder and harder again, but you just keep getting more and more tired… eventually you go into a strange trance and end up in a completely different world unlike you've ever seen before…you're dead.
All in about 4 seconds, I think of this and then just turn away to go downstairs, not helping the fly from it's fate at all, because I know I've tried to do that before, and not succeeded…flies are too ignorant and faint of heart to understand help.
Anyways, I think to my self. I might as well carry on with my miserable life and go downstairs. As I walk through the dust and over the twice painted wood of this mysterious home, I can hear dad's voice. I don't remember them saying this was a long weekend (I'm on summer break, but ,my parents have to work through it, so when they're home on Monday, I know it's a long holiday, because I've pretty much lost track of time). I don't bother to ask them if I'm right, because I know that's what must be happening. Oh, just to think I used to care about that sort of thing.
Yes, that's how my brain thinks, strange eh? Well, I like to think deep until it's so deep, that my mind gets all screwed up and I eventually just forget what I was thinking about. (Sometimes I wonder if I have a bit of A.D.D because of that, probably not though).
This must all be quite boring for the people who are reading this, and have no clue what I'm saying and silently curse at me and then go to look up(on fan fiction) some kind of Harry Potter affair with lots of sex and violence, because that's the kind of thing that excites them…but for the other people, the ones who enjoy the finer things in life and know exactly what I'm saying, thank you for listening and I hope that you read on until this totally opposite of a fairytale is complete.
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This is the first chapter of Creations from a different heart, and it's also my first fairy tale on fan fiction, so please try and mellow down the mean comments.