Imagine a world where nothing makes sense. You could be writing a story in your mind and it appears on the page before you. Or perhaps your dog beside you is barking, its mouth doesn't move, you press your ear to it and the sound is coming from its stomach. Out of anything that could happen beyond your wildest imagination, turn it a shade darker and you have what this entire series is about.
Walking through the woods and carrying my sleeping bag with my other belongings over my shoulder in my backpack, I hiked with my family through the woods until we could find the best place to set up camp. Certainly, it had felt like years since the last time we camped, but now that it was happening, I dreaded it greatly. Being outside in the sweltering heat and covered in sweat and bugs, it no longer seemed any fun.
I could hear my parents saying something to each other and laughing. I wish I felt that same joy inside they were sharing. Instead, I was feeling nothing short of ignored. After all, they seemed like they'd been ignoring me the entire time we've been out here. I didn't really care. Ignoring me is what they've always done best.
As I followed them, they turned to me a few times and spoke, but I didn't pay much attention to what they had to say, responding with a nod and possibly a grunt.
It felt like an eternity but we finally made it to the slightly open spot to set up camp. I didn't get why we couldn't be like normal people and rent out a camp spot not too far from town, that way we wouldn't have to walk as far as we did.
I slid off my bag and dropped my belongings against a decently sized tree. I looked up and it seemed to stretch on for miles, possibly touching the clouds overhead.
After a while, we all unpacked out things and went out to gather wood for the fire we'd planned on building tonight. Finally, about the only thing with camping that I enjoyed. You could say spending time with family would be another, if they made time apart from each other to care at all about me. After all, they only reason they dragged me along was because I'm too old for a babysitter and they didn't trust me alone.
I had gathered up all my wood and was about to head back to the campsite, when one of the sticks began to rise from my pile. I stared at it a moment, wondering how a such thing could happen. Next thing I knew my feet were above the ground. What the hell was happening?
I looked to the ground and realized I was really high up. The wood that was previously in my hands was now scattered above me. I could hear my parents screaming and calling my name. At this point I was almost above the trees. I knew if I didn't grab something quick, I might drift off to the sky.
I reached out and grabbed the nearest tree branch. It broke off as soon as I tried pulling myself toward it. Quickly, I reached for another one, this time it was sturdier. I pulled myself over it, closer and closer until I was hugging the larger part of the tree in the center.
It was at this point that I realized I was upside down, my feet aiming toward the sky. I looked up and saw that if gravity let me go, it wouldn't look too good for me.
I could feel the pull of gravity working against me as I was pulled upward even harder by some unseen force. My hands slipped from the tree and I was forced to float toward the clouds.
As I drifted closer I was flooded with terror. What was going to happen when I got too high? Would I find myself drifting through the endless vacuum of space?
I had floated just above the clouds, when my feet hit something solid. What was I standing on? I looked down to find that I there was some kind of invisible foce field over the sky to keep us from going too far.
I looked over and saw my parents, they looked excited to see me. For the first time, they smiled at me, a smile that wasn't forced. They were moving toward me for a hug when a voice boomed over the sky.
"Son, what are you doing with that marble?" There was a shuffle of footsteps following the voice.
"What did I tell you about touching my things?" The voice was closer this time.
I looked at the sky below my feet. The blue of the sky was wiped away by a giant finger below us. Coming through the now empty space was a giant eye, staring straight at us.
Walking through the woods and carrying my sleeping bag with my other belongings over my shoulder in my backpack, I hiked with my family through the woods until we could find the best place to set up camp. Certainly, it had felt like years since the last time we camped, but now that it was happening, I dreaded it greatly. Being outside in the sweltering heat and covered in sweat and bugs, it no longer seemed any fun.
I could hear my parents saying something to each other and laughing. I wish I felt that same joy inside they were sharing. Instead, I was feeling nothing short of ignored. After all, they seemed like they'd been ignoring me the entire time we've been out here. I didn't really care. Ignoring me is what they've always done best.
As I followed them, they turned to me a few times and spoke, but I didn't pay much attention to what they had to say, responding with a nod and possibly a grunt.
It felt like an eternity but we finally made it to the slightly open spot to set up camp. I didn't get why we couldn't be like normal people and rent out a camp spot not too far from town, that way we wouldn't have to walk as far as we did.
I slid off my bag and dropped my belongings against a decently sized tree. I looked up and it seemed to stretch on for miles, possibly touching the clouds overhead.
After a while, we all unpacked out things and went out to gather wood for the fire we'd planned on building tonight. Finally, about the only thing with camping that I enjoyed. You could say spending time with family would be another, if they made time apart from each other to care at all about me. After all, they only reason they dragged me along was because I'm too old for a babysitter and they didn't trust me alone.
I had gathered up all my wood and was about to head back to the campsite, when one of the sticks began to rise from my pile. I stared at it a moment, wondering how a such thing could happen. Next thing I knew my feet were above the ground. What the hell was happening?
I looked to the ground and realized I was really high up. The wood that was previously in my hands was now scattered above me. I could hear my parents screaming and calling my name. At this point I was almost above the trees. I knew if I didn't grab something quick, I might drift off to the sky.
I reached out and grabbed the nearest tree branch. It broke off as soon as I tried pulling myself toward it. Quickly, I reached for another one, this time it was sturdier. I pulled myself over it, closer and closer until I was hugging the larger part of the tree in the center.
It was at this point that I realized I was upside down, my feet aiming toward the sky. I looked up and saw that if gravity let me go, it wouldn't look too good for me.
I could feel the pull of gravity working against me as I was pulled upward even harder by some unseen force. My hands slipped from the tree and I was forced to float toward the clouds.
As I drifted closer I was flooded with terror. What was going to happen when I got too high? Would I find myself drifting through the endless vacuum of space?
I had floated just above the clouds, when my feet hit something solid. What was I standing on? I looked down to find that I there was some kind of invisible foce field over the sky to keep us from going too far.
I looked over and saw my parents, they looked excited to see me. For the first time, they smiled at me, a smile that wasn't forced. They were moving toward me for a hug when a voice boomed over the sky.
"Son, what are you doing with that marble?" There was a shuffle of footsteps following the voice.
"What did I tell you about touching my things?" The voice was closer this time.
I looked at the sky below my feet. The blue of the sky was wiped away by a giant finger below us. Coming through the now empty space was a giant eye, staring straight at us.
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