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A Second EncounterThe morning had been filled with sunshine and warmth, but the afternoon brought with it heavy gray storm clouds and bitter chills. The trees wavered in the cold winds, clinging to their leaves as tight as they could, but their efforts were in vain, as some would slip from their grasp and be stolen away. Brian had become used to mother nature's wild mood swings, and took them in stride. His view of today's tantrum was partially obstructed by a slight glare on the window, but anything was better than listening to his wizened old professor drone on about hermetic philosophy, or whatever this particular class was on. He knew he ought to be listening, as he was already falling behind on his studies, but the atmosphere outside had become so gloomy, he was becoming increasingly anxious to get outside. Unlike most people, Brian enjoyed the dark weather, since it makes everything else seems nicer and more cheerful by comparison. He glanced at the clock only to find that class had practically ju
Entering the Academy "Crap, Crap, Crap," Brian groaned as he hurried past the old oak tree that stood by the main gate, watching over him silently as he dropped the books that he had been carrying haphazardly in both of his arms, sending loose papers flying every which way. Again, he groaned in desperation and dropped to his knees, trying to pick up all the books while simultaneously gathering all the loose papers before they blew away. Even though there wasn't the slightest breeze, they still managed to slip through his fingers and get carried away, as if by invisible thieves. Although, he thought, rolling his eyes as he caught his yet-to-be-started paper on Artificial Invocation Areas, that may very well be the case. Nevertheless, he managed to gather all his stuff and continue hisapparently endlesstrek to the other side of campus, with nothing more than a dirtied pair of pants and some lost time.
Suddenly, to Brian's shock and dismay, the obnox
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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