Just some thoughts and writing
"I think...that I am going to like it here," she said decisively to herself.
All around her was chaos, but she felt safe. Qwela looked over her shoulder at the large metal beasts running up and down the hard, black, smelly path and smiled. They were loud, but they were not attacking the people around them. In fact, they habitually stopped to allow people to climb INSIDE them before taking off again. They even let some people out! The beasts appeared to be transporting the people.
"How odd," she thought, amused.
To her other side, Qwela saw large windows that showed the counterparts to the people walking around her, as well as things physically on the other side of the window. Magic windows. These counterparts must surely have been in another realm, living their own lives the same as THEIR counterparts here. Qwela's own counterpart had stopped to stare into a window, almost as if staring right into her eyes. It was a truly bizarre experience.
The people amongst her were dressed in a most bizarre fashion. Some wore very sleek, black garments with colorful things dangling from around their necks. Others wore bright, tight clothing with a lot of shiny jewelry. Some of the women even wore dresses!
"How old-fashioned."
While this new place was extremely fascinating, and certainly amusing, she began to have some doubts. So much noise! So many people were talking loudly to their companions, or into plastic rectangles held up to their ears. The metal beasts, while tame, were constantly rumbling, growling, and squawking at each other. Some people were using metal tools to alter the appearance of the smelly, black paths for the beasts, or the gray ones for the humans. Still others were using similar tools on the large cubes around her. People kept entering and leaving these cubes using cut-outs with swinging panels. They allowed these panels to slam shut.
So much noise!
Qwela quenched her eyes shut and took a deep breath. She needed to step away for a moment. She spotted a gap between two of the large cubes and quickly entered it, pushing past people who stood or walked where they pleased without regard to their fellow human beings. The opening was like a cave--dark and cold. If not for the rotten stench that filled it, she would have been reminded of home.
Home. How would she ever get back? This new place was interesting, and seemed fun, but she had to go back some time. Didn't she? What would she do without the tall trees, the omniscient pink sky? Who would she talk to if there were no two-lips, pixies, or selsies in this realm? She was already beginning to miss her Apa and her Aya--they were the only family she had left.
She had come to this world when a bright flash of white light went off before her eyes. If she could figure out what the flash had been, could she find it again and go home? This new realm could make a suitable home if she tried, but she felt as if she might go deaf before long!
"Back home," thought Qwela, "there are places where a lot of people live close together, and there are places where they live far apart. Perhaps this place is the same. Maybe, if I start walking, I can find a place with a smaller population. There, I can think. There, I can build a temporary home."
With a deep breath, she stood tall and faced the paths she had previously stood on. She would never get there if she did not start. She took her first step out of many.
What was that? I haven't any idea. It all started with the random thought, "I think that I am going to like it here." I just started writing. Not very creative, but...eh. I was originally going to type out some thoughts, too, but I'm tired now haha.
I'd just like to note first that today, for the first time EVER, a guy randomly gave me his phone number. xD I have no intent to contact him, but it was an amusing experience.
All around her was chaos, but she felt safe. Qwela looked over her shoulder at the large metal beasts running up and down the hard, black, smelly path and smiled. They were loud, but they were not attacking the people around them. In fact, they habitually stopped to allow people to climb INSIDE them before taking off again. They even let some people out! The beasts appeared to be transporting the people.
"How odd," she thought, amused.
To her other side, Qwela saw large windows that showed the counterparts to the people walking around her, as well as things physically on the other side of the window. Magic windows. These counterparts must surely have been in another realm, living their own lives the same as THEIR counterparts here. Qwela's own counterpart had stopped to stare into a window, almost as if staring right into her eyes. It was a truly bizarre experience.
The people amongst her were dressed in a most bizarre fashion. Some wore very sleek, black garments with colorful things dangling from around their necks. Others wore bright, tight clothing with a lot of shiny jewelry. Some of the women even wore dresses!
"How old-fashioned."
While this new place was extremely fascinating, and certainly amusing, she began to have some doubts. So much noise! So many people were talking loudly to their companions, or into plastic rectangles held up to their ears. The metal beasts, while tame, were constantly rumbling, growling, and squawking at each other. Some people were using metal tools to alter the appearance of the smelly, black paths for the beasts, or the gray ones for the humans. Still others were using similar tools on the large cubes around her. People kept entering and leaving these cubes using cut-outs with swinging panels. They allowed these panels to slam shut.
So much noise!
Qwela quenched her eyes shut and took a deep breath. She needed to step away for a moment. She spotted a gap between two of the large cubes and quickly entered it, pushing past people who stood or walked where they pleased without regard to their fellow human beings. The opening was like a cave--dark and cold. If not for the rotten stench that filled it, she would have been reminded of home.
Home. How would she ever get back? This new place was interesting, and seemed fun, but she had to go back some time. Didn't she? What would she do without the tall trees, the omniscient pink sky? Who would she talk to if there were no two-lips, pixies, or selsies in this realm? She was already beginning to miss her Apa and her Aya--they were the only family she had left.
She had come to this world when a bright flash of white light went off before her eyes. If she could figure out what the flash had been, could she find it again and go home? This new realm could make a suitable home if she tried, but she felt as if she might go deaf before long!
"Back home," thought Qwela, "there are places where a lot of people live close together, and there are places where they live far apart. Perhaps this place is the same. Maybe, if I start walking, I can find a place with a smaller population. There, I can think. There, I can build a temporary home."
With a deep breath, she stood tall and faced the paths she had previously stood on. She would never get there if she did not start. She took her first step out of many.
What was that? I haven't any idea. It all started with the random thought, "I think that I am going to like it here." I just started writing. Not very creative, but...eh. I was originally going to type out some thoughts, too, but I'm tired now haha.
I'd just like to note first that today, for the first time EVER, a guy randomly gave me his phone number. xD I have no intent to contact him, but it was an amusing experience.