Thomas Spence
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Tiny Tenant
Jeremy, a short and curious blonde-haired 7-year-old boy, had a fascination with critters. He figured a bright shiny summer day like today would be great to get outside with his notebook, a smooth small journal with a black face, and fresh white pages to write on. Shuffling out into the yard, Jeremy spots a modestly small snail on a bush. His new little friend wiggles from one leaf to the other, munching on bits as he passes by. The snail, green in tint with a beautifully intricate brown shell, lifts its head towards Jeremy. Jeremy is thrilled to have caught the attention of his new pal, begins to write. "This snail loves to eat leaves!" "He saw I was looking at him!". Jeremy decides it's best to leave the snail to his business for now. He carts his book further into the backyard with him to note the butterflies and stick-bugs wandering around.
By Thomas Spence5 years ago in Humans
AWAKE
Mim sprung open his eyes, gazing upon a frigid and damp floor in a room shrouded in gray tones. His hands drift along the ground seeking balance. As he struggles to stand, the light coming from what seems to be a pinhole in the distance is blinding. Mim, trying to determine what this place is and why he's there. He begins to walk forward. The orchestra of sounds floating through the air in the direction of the light intrigues him, with hands up shielding himself. The noise and aromas intensify. Journeying out into the world, as it felt to Mim, was his calling. The damp air drifted by almost palpably while he tried to adjust to the light: an explosion of input rushed to his mind. Gawking, the colors of warm greens and subtle yellows cascade over towering forms in the distance, almost appearing to roll further away until no longer visible. Deep inside Mims' mind, the striking appearance of this environment raises fear of the unknown. Gaining the strength to descend away from the hole within the mountainside became a strenuous objective. Clumsily walking down the rock-covered trail Mim begins to think of how he got to be here; and why he was able to recognize what he was thinking. Foreign noises crescendo within the thickly laced forest. Filling Mim with wonder, noticing he's never heard anything of this nature before. After some time he arrives at the sloping end of the trail. A wall of brush stands in the way, visually impenetrable. Engrossed by the sounds coming from what seems to be behind this wall, Mim contemplates. Breaking open to the other side: a brisk breeze washes over his face; creatures gliding through the trees blare at Mim, alerting others of his presence. An oasis burdened with flowers and vines holds a grip over a divot within the ground. Mim moves towards this divide, seeing the reflection of light bouncing off, kneeling into the pond. He reaches his hand inside. Cold! Mim thinks. While catching a glimpse of a figure in the water; hovering over, Mim sees this figure mirror his movements. Is this ME? observing closer, Mim notices his sleek gray face with no noticeable features, a gauntly lean body of the same unappealing tone. Paralyzed momentarily by this, Mim falls in. Flailing his arms, he attempts to get a grip. His bottom sinks to the ground, the water only reaching his waist. Mim stands up, no longer fearing death with a slight sense of conquering the pond. Observing, Mim, while stepping out saw something glistening within the embankment wall. It was something that was unlike anything Mim has encountered to this point. A small rectangle, black on both sides, trapping another white rectangle within.
By Thomas Spence5 years ago in Futurism
