Writing by Elliot Stiller
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Story 1: Penguin and Orca
A small black-and-white penguin glided into the air. This was its first time flying! It felt itself curving slightly in the wind, and the air, which pushed up at it as it plunged dozens of feet a second from the tall iceberg that it had leaped from.
It was gliding! For sure, it was beginning to tilt a little bit to the side as the wind caught traction on its outstretched tiny wings….
Then it landed straight on an orca whale, and it gulped. It turns out it was not quite as aerodynamic as it thought.
The orca whale matched its colors. The water was frigid, but it felt like a hazy kind of frigid at the edges of its being, because its thick penguin fat coat nuzzled its interior warmth so splendidly.
The water rippled to and fro quite voraciously, dancing between the huge white-and-deep-blue glaciers that floated in speckled patterns through the vast ocean. The penguin had dived from the beginning of the arctic landmass.
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Story 2: Summer day
The night is cold and dark; you lose consciousness and awaken in a bright, sunny field.
Your head is ringing and you feel fuzzy. Your eyes open lazily, your feet are bare and your clothes are light. The ground is soft, squishy and moist, with gentle, tall green grass poking up. You wander placidly, bright and peaceful sun shining above; a friendly, warm air drifts slowly around.
Through the straight grass you go; small bushes appear, ripe with raspberries gently humming in the wind. They are slightly warm and soft, and come off easily in your hand. A brilliant, sharp raspberry taste floods your mouth with sensation and flavor; your tongue tingling, your ears flush warmly with life.
Still, a peculiar, peaceful fuzziness covers your being. Your steps are slow, without trying to be slow; your eyelids close lazily and your breath feels calm and even. The feeling in your head is a quiet, warm static; thoughts are rare, and drift by slowly when they come.
The raspberries are everywhere, you find. You kneel on the grass, making a soft impression on the earth. The bushes are not too thick, with stout branches dripping with bushels of raspberries. Pluck another, eat, pluck another. Next bush, and the next, till your stomach is filled with the warm flavor and your eyes moist.
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Story 3: Goblin
The goblin bursted into the air! It was free. So free…
It looked backwards and saw blue skies and white clouds filling its view, and also saw the green island floating in the air. It had pine trees upon it and verdant green grass.
Away it thought to itself. To never return. It gritted itself again, and felt grounded in its body again.
The relaxation temple was further behind it now. Its spell was wearing off.
I am not a goblin it said to itself, and brilliant, muscular white wings sprouted from its back. They flapped steadily, and the goblin felt each flap.
Its small torso was elongating; its puckered eyes were becoming wider and more baby-like; its green skin became a healthy, human color.
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Story 4: Bridge
I walked across the bridge to get somewhere to do something…. After I walked across the bridge, though, it dissolved behind me.
I am on the bridge, now, moving towards a different land and I have forgotten why I crossed the bridge in the first place. I forgot what I had been intending to do here. But I am in a different land now anyways and the bridge behind me to get to where I was earlier had dissolved, so I cannot cross back.
So I cannot get back to where I was earlier and I have forgotten what I was crossing the bridge for in the first place.
So I am in this new land now without any agenda, any thought or memory about what purpose or why I am here.
What I do know is that I see a bright land in front of me now.
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Story 5: Spirit
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A meteor sailed through space. It landed upon a moon with a thunderous crash. "This is not where I intended to land," the meteor's spirit said to itself upon landing.
Fortunately, some of the meteor ricocheted into space, so the spirit flew into the ricocheted piece and left behind the bulk of the meteor that had plummeted into the moon. Now inhabiting the small ricocheted piece of meteor, it followed its path neutrally, unable to direct it any which way.
"Why is it always" the spirit pondered. "That this object I am in has free will to choose yet I cannot direct it."
So the meteor fragment infused with spirit continued on through space for years uneventfully. It spoke to suns as it passed by, asking how it could take on its own form so it could actually make its own choices.
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