Dreamstorm

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Imagine this skill, look at my scene, isn't this like something you've never seen. Heaven and Hell, betwixt and between, the duality of being awake and stuck inside a dream. For the mind's sake, don't struggle to get me. Living eyes can't see them, yet they're all around thee. The light from the darkness goes hand and hand, while the firmament meets the waters and they kiss to make land, and from this secret marriage, nimbuses begin to dance. Imagine my skill while you gaze at my scene, you claim to see it all, but you forgot the unseen.

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Community Reviews(2)

  • GigaZumbi001Royal Road
    ★★★ 3.0
    Because, as you can see, it's kinda annoying to read when you have keep looking for the edge of the line instead of just going from one end to the other. And I also didn't really like the story, but i im just saying this for the 50 word limit
  • heroinneedRoyal Road
    ★★ 1.5
    Reading this is intimidating, you are faced my a solid wall of text that leaves you feeling opressed and unable to breathe and take a break! It's like you are faced by a giant boulder and you have to push it uphill like Sisyphus in a never ending nightmare! For example:
    "Hikaru hung up the phone, then placed it on the arm of the couch. He got upon his feet and walked to the front door where both his backpack and shoes laid. He slid on both already tied sneakers, then picked up the book-bag, placing one strap over his right shoulder while snatching his keys off the wooden rack beside the door. Then, suddenly he remembered that he’d left his wallet inside his room. Hikaru kicked off both shoes and raced inside, picking up his wallet off the floor in front of the brown chair. With that, he raced back to the main door, placed his shoes back on, and entered into the hallway."
    "After locking the door behind him, Hikaru walked through the hall and down the stairs until reaching the front exit of the building. He stepped outside. Morning seemed unusually bright, forcing him to squint, but after he took one brief glance at the blue sky, his eyes adjusted, and he thought nothing more of it while walking toward his car. It was an old modeled big bodied car that had brown touches of rust on the aged rims. There existed no passenger window, instead, a plastic bag that had been taped on poorly, covered the open area."
    And after that you have to read this too:
    " Hikaru opened the ragged door and got into the car, gently putting his book-bag in the back seat. He placed the key inside the ignition and turned; the car hesitated to start, but eventually gave in after a few seconds. With that done, he placed his foot on the gas peddle, and took off down the road. After driving three blocks down, Hikaru parked his car; he got out, closing the door shut behind him, then paced hurriedly toward the front apartment entrance. As he reached for the doorknob, Mrs. Washington came jetting outsi