Teeny's writing prompt #2

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Hey teentinyturtle! This thread is super cool!

So let me see.... a calm lake with plants that refresh me with their shadow, the sun playing on the lake's surface shining like gold, mountains in the background reflecting their greenish color on the water that appears blu,green and shiny here and there!

I don't have lot of fantasy so I described a real landscape I am used to go to, cheers! 😊

I stand on a rock but all around me is a sea of sand, moving, twisting, rippling, never staying the same. The sky is a purple fading to scarlet fading to and ordinary blue. Trees sometimes appear but as soon as I look away they are gone. I see what looks to be another rock but as soon as I jump on it I find it to be a crocodile and quickly jump back to my original rock. Everything is moving. Sifting. Changing. My rock is the only thing that is still and solid. Sometimes imaginary things will appear. A dragon comes out of the sand and tries to pull my off the rock with its tail but I clutch hard to it and finally the dragon goes away.

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It's a place where you get a little weaker every time someone says or thinks something bad about you. I'm going down mostly the same halls, because sometimes I just can't find other ones, even if I can see them. People keep going in and out of the doors next to me. More than anything, it's annoying. I'm just looking for a place to rest for the moment.

There's this spinning fiery sword in the sky that's playing incredibly annoying pop songs. It's always been there, but it gets shot down every now and then. I wish I could say that the people rejoice, but they just make a big deal out of getting it airborne again.

I keep getting all these messages from the landline, the cell phone, and in person. Word is, there's all these hungry mouths, and I know there is, but I'm not on hungry mouth duty today, unless they come biting at me. One did. It wasn't that hungry, but it had really bad timing. I had to deal with it when someone was coming up to ring the doorbell. If you don't let them in fast enough, they'll drain you too. I just have to keep opening the door before they can ring it.

Then there's the vanishers. Everything that's important, they'll move it to the corner of your eye and then hide it. You have to be quick. You probably need to ignore anything else going on too.

Before I can rest, I have to go jump in the swimming pool filled with paper and quicksand again. Just two deep dives a day, but it's easier if people don't push other stuff in or get stuck. Here's hoping against hope.

Long after that, I can actually see a clear night sky. Fireworks too, maybe. Then I can climb the shelves in my closet to go to the secret attic, where I see things that others can't comprehend.

Flat and dry, rocks crumble underfoot, it is a britle land. The smallest destebance causes chasms to crack across the earth. Deep pits scatter the landscape. Traps for the unwary traveller. In the distance verdant green hills can be seen rising above the desolate valley. They promise respite and lure traveller across the treacherous landscape. Despite not knowing if the hills are mear illusions of a better land the traveller stumbles across the pitted fields hoping to one day reach the promise of the hills. The sky streachs out above them clear and bright, the blue seems endless, not a cloud is insight. A gentle wind pushes the traveller forward as they pick their way between pit traps and over shifting piles of rubble. Incongruous with the absence of clouds the smell of rain is heavy on the wind. Perhaps the traveller left a more hospitable land behind them, but as they turn to see what they have left behind all they see is a storm. The gentle wind that encourages the traveller is but the edge of a hurricane that is billowing behind the them like a cloak. Nothing of the land behind them can be seen it is only clouds spread across the horizon. The traveller turns abandoning the sweet smell of rain, flashes of lightning and thunderous rumble that form a landscape of the senses. For now they must contend with the plain, dusty valley ahead.

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The forest was quiet and peaceful. Hundred of trees only allowed slivers of sunlight to touch the dirt beneath my feet. The cool breeze sent chills down my spine and I could smell the salty aroma of the ocean. It was nice, it's always nice at first. I can hear the waves crashing against the shore and the sky darkens above me. I knew what was coming and I couldn't escape. So, instead I go to greet it. I walk down the twisted and steep path towards the sea as the thunder rumbles in my ear. The ocean reels backwards awaiting for the perfect moment to strike. The wind howls harder nearly lifting me body off the ground, but I stand firm. A tsunami of water towers over my miniscule body and I welcome it with open arms accepting my fate.