Part 1: About Luke

Luke, a very very obese rat, made his desired embodiment to be an observer of a particular decorated chef in a French restaurant in Bordeaux, France as permanently as possible, before he found a way to hack into that impossible language of French so he could shift somewhere else while being eased that he could understand that forced ambience those powerful people put him under i...

Narrator: a teenager of 13 years who’d never been shocked to the core, before…

Part 1: the unassuming exposition

I woke up in a Minecraft world. Whether it was a creative world or a survival one, I didn’t know but happened to wonder.

A donkey peered inside my mud house, its two eyes pixelated by 2 inch by two inch squares, and overall it was life size. I touched the grass black beneath me, and as...

Part 1: the ordinary exposition

When I was in 11th grade, I received a strange gift from one of my pen pals: how should I call it, an electronic amulet. I twirled the thing around my finger a couple of times, and thought that was the end of its use. It fell on to the ground but I could care less to pick it up.

The next day I learned that the poor dog had swallowed it and the urgent care was called...

Selfless teenagers,

Who discovered activism and their

Own faith towards empathy breeding,

They would never take back from

a lesser heart, less

full of heartfulness,

They had taken a step forward

Away from the condoning

of others' heartlessness.

Realism to them was, effortlessly

Positive. The last joy of vacation,

Riding an elephant, was their

mature affair of experience,

When others indulged exper...

Part 1: A little vignette of I was 6

When I was in first grade, I had just learned what the word "precocious" meant, and believe me, I was at that age smart enough to want to make such a creative projection into the future, a way to help me in the future, that I could not even believe my own ingenuity myself, and mark this opportunity to express at this young age which no one could with their less...

Jay, a child of 4 years, was on his weekend excursion to the nearby playground. The strange effect of the dusk that day was a yellow hue, that blew through the surrounding auras like a light with artistic pigment, and somehow because of the apporaching night, it was like half of the area on the playground had been chosen to be under straightforward darkness. So mathematical was this joke of half o...

Narrated from a 9 year old orphan:

I was ready to be welcomed into my new family, the Smiths, having endured many years, 3 years since I was 6, at a Chinese orphanage. The adoptive family’s house was huge, 3 floors even and modern, and part of a very comfortable neighborhood: in the suburbs of Georgia, and coming from an intrinsically different country, I resolved to make familiar the smallest spa...

The child:

Mary not only spoke softly but also inherited a mothers sense that was not questioned in which it befell herself, tightly worshipping herself in covering over others, rather than penetrating vaguely towards another, exiting through another if this one was not made of rotting wood. Mary stepped into the passing of life without the rightful paranoia, that firmly expressed can not be self ...

In a chamber of an Underground Railroad that was really underground, gems of good fortune were embedded through this below ground space with equal likelyhood given the submerged faculties this life of subway services: one for those travelling to hell, and another traveling to the light of day for young kids most most scared of school.

The world which underlings belonged to was extremely contrary ...

Eye of the volcano,

Open from the focal excavation

Site of it’s platformic base,

Pulses in energy, the green iris

Predicament glowing harshly

In dark and light rings around

Opaque Pupil: as it is deprecatingly

Named for the shards of tangible

Sediment it lets off into precious

Mining island earth dissolves

In visitation hands like igneous rock

But without glazed form as in ceramics:

Falling out c...