Refs are in the project. @soopysoopyay for #art, #code #writing. this is one of my fav chapters :) ----------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 7 QAILLIUSIA I wake up. Today is a new day i forgot the date I forgot a loooong time ago. But based on the trees outside It’s fall. I went to touch the glass pane of the window Wowwee it’s cold! I wonder how people survive in winter. do they eat a lot and become fat? That's what people did in the Ice Age. How would these people survive? Azalea brings in magazines and the covers always have slim people. people are expected to be thin and not wear any bulky warmth on top?! Like whyyy do they all want to freeze to death?! “Hey it’s meeee” Azalea came through the door in a thick snow jacket. At least she has some sense. “Qaill?... Qaill? QAILL?!” “What?” “Oh. just checking up on you.” “You’re paranoid. You checked on me yesterday!” “It’s just-” “What?” “I think- well… nevermind.” then Azalea left. Of course, I wasn’t bored to death. I draw. I read. I write. Those things get boring once in a while so i look out the window and plan a fictitious escape route. I would never leave, but seeing how big the building is kinda fun. My tower isn’t like Rapunzel’s It’s more of a castle, minus the inside. The four watchtowers are well, towers. then the connecting walls are hallways. they seem like they open outside, but it’s really just bulletproof glass. I’ve never been to any of the hall’s rooms, but they probably are plain and empty. you know what, I’ll go see one. I go around and see the checkered floor of the hall. Doors extend into forever. The lights are dim. some of them flicker. they make my eyes hurt. They look so cozy and…. warm… and hopeful…. my head hurts but this lightscape- it’s like an inbetween. I muster up the courage to go and open the most regular door one without design one without pink tinted windows one with a doorknob. I open it. OLY D THATS BRIGHT “MY EYEEEESSSSSSS” “That’s not a problem.” “Whataa?” Azalea’s probaly here again. She should know, I’m FINE. but this doesn’t sound like Azalea not even when she’s doing the voices for all those stories. It’s an old guy. Azzie is old, but this guy is older. “Come with me.” He held out his hand I almost took it- “SIKE!” The guy brushed his hair with his hand. I was gonna say bye, but this rude-olph doesn’t deserve my words. I just walk away but give him the stink eye not gonna lie, but I work on my stink eye. I saw his goofy smirk fade as i did my ✨SUPER SMELLY STINK EYEBALLING✨ and then I still walk backwards step by step suuuuppperr slooowwlyyy but obviously I can’t stare at him for long my eyes water I blink. This random person is useless. so I just go back down the hallway. Just turn around and walk. Maybe speedwalk. A lil bit of joggin. RUN. SPRINT. SPRINT SPRINT SPRINT SPRINT SPRINT WHY IS THE HALLWAY SO LONG WHY WONT IT END WHERE AM I THIS IS NOT THE TOWER GET ME OUT THIS IS NOT THE TOWER. “I can help you!!” I turn around. Same guy. “Fine. This hallway is a trap.” I pant and gasp for air. “It’s actually not a trap. It's an illusion.” “What?!” “An illusion. A trick.” “Well that helps a bunch.” “But this does!” He snapped his gloved fingers and I was back in the home tower. Weird guy. Wore a wizard’s gown. I’ll call him Bernard. Bernard the big as a bull. But then I turn around. There’s sunlight drowning the room the scent of grass strong and the same giant hole from my dream. I would jump out, but i’m like a mile high from the ground. a 1/10 of that could kill me. I might not think I have ‘WOWWEE SUPER EXTEEREME SUPERPOWERS’ but i can try. ------------------------------------ prev and next (if its there, but u can check!!!) and first all in studio. studio-
