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The Compass
Yelling, that’s all she could hear stumbling through the snow. She couldn’t hear it though, all she knew was that she needed to get away, she needed to get away as fast as she could. The night was cold and she could see lights getting brighter as they got closer to her. She kept running, blood dripping down her forehead.
Then she saw a glint in the snow, she stopped running and stared for a moment, then she started walking towards whatever it was. As she got closer she saw that it was a compass- a very strange one at that. There were no directions on it, just an arrow in a metal disc, she completely drowned out the yelling as she examined it. She saw that on the side of it, symbols were engraved. They had no meaning to her but they had to be put there for a reason right? Why would there be random symbols on a strange compass for no reason, it just doesn’t make sense.
Suddenly the arrow started spinning, faster and faster until it started to slow down. Suddenly the glass cracked- cracked- and broke. Suddenly the arrow pointed in a direction compasses usually don’t point too. It pointed up at something, something the human mind isn’t supposed to be able to comprehend. So curious, she looked up to what the arrow pointed at. As she looked up, she saw m- wait, no that’s- that’s not right. That’s not supposed to be possible, she saw me.
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]