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A giant blue caterpillar is sitting before me, smoking a pipe, blowing the smoke into intricate shapes. Once a circle, then a star, the smoke is beautiful, and it smells like blueberry pie. For a second, I am hypnotized. My trance is interrupted by a loud, deep voice. “Who are you? ” the caterpillar says “I'm Kaiya!” I say back “No, WhO ArE YoU?” “Well, I'm Kaiya! I sit there and stare at him in silence now; he says nothing more and continues to blow the smoke shapes in the air. They smell sour now. In silence, I am left to...
Submitted to Contest #253
Sycamore TreesThey sat together every day, holding hands shooting the breeze. Sitting under sycamore trees. They talked for hours every day, he knew the every workings of her mind. She liked his arms around her. He liked her lips. The breeze was always warm when he was happy and it rained when she cried. She believed that nature was tied to their emotions, he went with the pretty lie. She seemed to like a pretty lie, she liked pretty things like the sun and the sky. She always fell for pretty things especially sin in disguise. So they sat to...
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