I was having some writer's block, but I had the song "Stars" by Switchfoot is stuck in my head, so that helped.
Challenge: Variety Pack 100
Propmt: 46: Star
Rating: K+
Genre: Spiritual
Stars
By Netbug009
Why did everybody always look so dull?
Gibson looked down at the crowds from the robot's shoulder. It just felt like everybody was missing something, including himself. Nobody really seemed to love life. Everybody just looked like they were through, and the crazy world around them was lacking.
Come to think of it, the world really was crazy. Even on quiet days it was crazy. He never really thought about it, but how the heck was it all this craziness could ever be considered normal? Heck, how was it not considered crazy?
What would somebody from another world think? What would somebody say if they came from a place without pain, suffering, and death? It was a strange thought, and a very illogical one at that, but he still thought it.
A world like that could never exist, yet as the sun set, tiny white glows were visible at the tip of the sky, and for some reason, they seemed to make his wonder if he was wrong.