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“The sunlight gently lit up the orb from the inside, just as a candle is used to kindle another. He sighed with pleasure and passed me the little pygmy globe. I cupped my palms, surprised by the offering, and held it like a fragile, soft-shelled queepfluff egg. It was heavy and warm, and throbbed with a tiny pulse that vibrated gently through its crystal wall.”
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The rope from my treehouse dangled heavily to the ground below, as did my morale. Sliding down with my routine languor, my shoe slipped from my foot and fell, the laces entangling around a small branch. I dawdlingly dangled sideways and reached down to unhook it, calmly flipping and pulling at the swank red laces I’d purchased with a moonloop’s worth of work.
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The clothes we wore needed to blend in perfectly with our function, like a uniform, varying in the amounts of blues, grays and lavenders depending on the trade one held. Life was unbearably drab, and I thirsted for any sort of relief from it all. To be daubed with any other color was bold, intrepid, and audacious, especially considering the lengths one had to go through to acquire it.”
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Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem
A high fantasy adventure
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For a short moment as I was passed from one to the other, I felt like an entity caught in the pull between what had to be the two most magnetic beings in the world.”
The branches, though creaking, seemed soft like vines, its foliage musical gemlike ornaments. Just as they were all but done lifting themselves off the ground, a thin bough-tip scooped up the wooden stump I had loathsomely discarded and, wrapping itself around it, pulled it up amidst the other elderly limbs as they returned into their erect position.
“Um, you are going to keep that?”
“Glancing around the warm, rustic room, I fed the deepest part of my lungs with the smell of home and smiled. It was finally time to say goodbye.”
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“Every one of her hundred selves began to laugh, to scream, sobbing, speaking out all at once, saying everything that had been stuck inside for so many starlaps, vibrating with emotion until the quaking of their gossamer made it impossible to decipher their individual shapes.”
“Dusk approached and bid me to retire. Leaving the outskirts of the playing field, I slipped into the quaint tent appointed to me. I bounced on the sleeping mat after throwing my slingbags on it and plunged my hands into one of them. Out came the precious book. It was old and brown, its linen cover’s varnish peeling off in small flakes. I lifted it to my nose and fanned the pages. It smelled of ambriwood, a musky, dark, blue oil Seraphine wore as a fragrance. It carried me away to a distant memory of being cradled as I drifted to sleep, with grandiose images of imposing impurzels, bubbled squishy senti-babes floating over the land, and a feeling of boundless love, the kind only a pure, innocent senti-child can feel.”
Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem
A high fantasy novel
