Chameleon: Complete Prologue by Airveia, literature
Literature
Chameleon: Complete Prologue
We are all the same.
We are all the same, and maybe that's what I'm trying to escape from. I want to become something divine and ethereal, something that watches the world grow and swell with life. I want to die, but I want to live too.
I don't want to be human.
But I don't want to be anything more.
A silent flickering television. Streetlight pours in through open windows. Long shadows cradle the apartment, making it seem larger and emptier than it has in a long time.
I have to get out of here.
I have to run away so fast I leave my skin behind.
4:55am on an unnotable, blustery day
Malie's disappeared into the truck stop to call
She said she couldn't feel anything anymore. It was 3:33pm on a Thursday and she was standing under silently screaming lights announcing hello and goodbye and be there soon. It was Thursday because the ruddy red tearstains on her cheeks were brighter and they traced her wrists, her collarbones, her ankles, her feet. I told her I loved her and she believed me. She kissed me. She said, Would you like to come home with me tonight?
Yes.
We boarded the train.
She kept a hand over my shoulder, ushered me to a seat. Sit. Look at shoes. Trace a map of transatlantic webs on cabin floor. Press cold flesh against open anger.
Sometimes I nosebleed,
Leaves hang heavy on drooping branches in humid summer air, inspiring hackneyed existentialist revelations. There are too many here, maple, birch, cedar, pine, saturating the earth, overlaying life and all color until everything is lost in the ordinary. A juvenile crow waltzes around the base of an oak tree, seeking prey in the same ancient cracks in weathered bark. Bony talons brush the earth until forked tracks have become ingrained in soil. Bottomless eyes scan hazy foliage until they cross and become hazed over themselves, and the crow dances more frantically until he reaches his starting point. He shakes his head and glances at the sky.
Chameleon: Complete Prologue by Airveia, literature
Literature
Chameleon: Complete Prologue
We are all the same.
We are all the same, and maybe that's what I'm trying to escape from. I want to become something divine and ethereal, something that watches the world grow and swell with life. I want to die, but I want to live too.
I don't want to be human.
But I don't want to be anything more.
A silent flickering television. Streetlight pours in through open windows. Long shadows cradle the apartment, making it seem larger and emptier than it has in a long time.
I have to get out of here.
I have to run away so fast I leave my skin behind.
4:55am on an unnotable, blustery day
Malie's disappeared into the truck stop to call
Behind my house, there are squirrels as big as puppies. Someday, I will capture one and mail it to you so that you might enjoy a squirrel of unusual size too. I'll send Band-Aids, because that squirrel will probably bite you, and it will be your fault. When we were six, I tried to teach you that. I tried to teach you that squeezing adorable things with teeth is a bad idea, but you never learned, and I chipped a tooth on your bracelet.
In our river, there is a place where two 16 year old boys drowned. My neighbors fished one of them up in 1979. I don't have any pictures, but I thought you would like to know. I thought you would like to know
Stolen from <Lachtaube (https://www.deviantart.com/lachtaube)
Whooo Farah-Nemo, let's go.
/ = half/inherit trait of their species
[ ] They are possessed by an angel
[ ] They are possessed by a demon
[ ] They are a werewolf/vampire/faerie
[X] They are physically strong.
[ ] They have a rare hair/fur color
[ ] Their eyes are an unusual color
[ ] This happens to be red
[ ] Their eyes change color
[ ] They have wings (He is an Eyrie. XD)
[ ] They can grow extra body parts/shapeshift
[/] They are immortal
[ ] (if a female) they have large boobs
[ ] (if a male) they are very muscular
[ ] They are very attractive to the opposite gender.
[ ] They are telekinetic/pyro