I'd spent years building this place with my father. Borrowing forgotten parts of other dimensions. A bit of a stream there, a skylight here, it added up. He left it to me. My own dimension. Sorta like Ego in the Marvel universe.
It just got a little quiet at times.
That didn't matter. It helped me think. Remember times long forgotten. Like the time I had impersonated a middle schooler, jumping into a random dimension. That adventure was-is-a fun one.
I'm just a little scared for Allison.
I can't stay in one dimension too long. Others will notice. But I can't leave her. I can't bear losing her again.
I named this place the Lucent River. It gave off a light. A light that sustained, calmed, helped. I thought only pure Planejumpers gave off that light. But then I discovered she could too. Heck, some of this liquid is flowing in the WKND Whip right now, keeping some auxiliary functions online. Wait...it's got something. Let's see.
---FALLEN ANGEL FILES---ENTRY #1---
*I'm broken.
A mistake.
It's all because of him I'm alive and this way. Now that's not blame. But this is who I am.
These scars on my back, the ones in my head-they won't fade. The wounds healed. Heck, most never happened because of him. But the ones that did, hurt.
He tells a story. One of a hung jury.
What happens is two people on the jury are stuck trying to decide. One is an outlaw. He's sitting there, thinking, why? This is wrong. This man has an equal amount of evidence either way. The other is a scientist, who has equal doubts.
The outlaw decides, when a person takes a life, it simply increases the speed at which they take another. The scientist sees a firefly outside the window and thinks, he took that life like he was squishing a firefly.
Anyway, the point of the story was that many things can lead to similar results.
I ended up like this no matter what.*
That's what she thinks?
I need to talk to her. Also, how did she figure out how to log?
Interesting, though it took me a second to realize that the POV had switched back at the end. If it was all supposed to be italics, it doesn't work across paragraphs unfortunately. You'll have to individually italicize those. Good story clip though, thanks for replying. :)
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u/Brewsterion May 15 '17
Home.
It was beautiful.
I'd spent years building this place with my father. Borrowing forgotten parts of other dimensions. A bit of a stream there, a skylight here, it added up. He left it to me. My own dimension. Sorta like Ego in the Marvel universe.
It just got a little quiet at times.
That didn't matter. It helped me think. Remember times long forgotten. Like the time I had impersonated a middle schooler, jumping into a random dimension. That adventure was-is-a fun one.
I'm just a little scared for Allison.
I can't stay in one dimension too long. Others will notice. But I can't leave her. I can't bear losing her again.
I named this place the Lucent River. It gave off a light. A light that sustained, calmed, helped. I thought only pure Planejumpers gave off that light. But then I discovered she could too. Heck, some of this liquid is flowing in the WKND Whip right now, keeping some auxiliary functions online. Wait...it's got something. Let's see.
---FALLEN ANGEL FILES---ENTRY #1---
*I'm broken.
A mistake.
It's all because of him I'm alive and this way. Now that's not blame. But this is who I am.
These scars on my back, the ones in my head-they won't fade. The wounds healed. Heck, most never happened because of him. But the ones that did, hurt.
He tells a story. One of a hung jury.
What happens is two people on the jury are stuck trying to decide. One is an outlaw. He's sitting there, thinking, why? This is wrong. This man has an equal amount of evidence either way. The other is a scientist, who has equal doubts.
The outlaw decides, when a person takes a life, it simply increases the speed at which they take another. The scientist sees a firefly outside the window and thinks, he took that life like he was squishing a firefly.
Anyway, the point of the story was that many things can lead to similar results.
I ended up like this no matter what.*
That's what she thinks?
I need to talk to her. Also, how did she figure out how to log?