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Sherlock by ~IndigoDragon13
UntitledIt was green and as bright as sun on snow. It was cold too, sucking the heat from her hand. It was heavier than it looked at a first glance; but precious things usually were. She looked at it for a moment, then gave the signal. Silently the rope was retracted into the ceiling, taking her along with it. The gem sparkled in her dark glove like an emerald star in the night sky. She pulled herself onto the roof, the stone pressing against her leg.Untitled by ~IndigoDragon13
The soft click of the skylight closing was lost in the sound of raindrops hitting asphalt. A siren cut through the relative quiet of the neighborhood. She didn't flinch, knowing the difference between alarms and common sirens. Her boots were firm against the slick roof. By now it was easy, familiar. She was no longer stunned by the stupidity of rich people. All their fancy security systems could never stand up to a good cat burglar.
Currents (part two) He started to swim, trying to keep his mind off what might be down here. He grabbed onto a protruding ledge. It was a bit slippery but he clung like his life depended on it. He crawled down the wall and found a grotto just big enough to curl up in. He inched into it and collapsed, exhausted. His eyes closed and the sea fell away.Currents (part two) by ~IndigoDragon13
He dreamed of his life before. Before the ocean, before the jump. Of school, of people he couldn't remember and didn't want to and he dreamt of mundane things. The texture of soggy cereal, the sound of footsteps on linoleum, the smell of coffee, the tiny sound a refrigerator makes. All of those things people experience daily but never really notice.
When he woke the water was low. His grotto was only half full of water. The boy climbed out, noticing for the first time the loss of his shoes. Still numb he walked for a while, wading through the knee deep water. The water wasn't cold anymore, but he didn't notice -
(untitled) And the darkness rained upon them. Or at least it looked like darkness. It rained for days, the purple clouds crowding across the sky. Where each drop fell it burned a small, perfectly circular hole. The holes were brittle around the edges and black, as if burned by the end of a cigarette. The rain corroded until it met metal or stone. Wooden homes melted under the onslaught.(untitled) by ~IndigoDragon13
