Ghost Hunters
She sat and watched the birds circle lazily in the sky overhead, above her, above the clouds. She was young, somewhere between 15 and 16, but she seemed perfectly at ease by herself. Their white feathers reflected off of the bright cold light of the sun as they crossed the expanse in front of her. One faltered and fell.
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I don't know how you do it, but you make the whole world in just that little bit. I feel like I have to DRAW this now! Badly. But still!
The tree-top cities and the vague half-remembered past inhabited by refugee children seeking some kind of mysterious goal... It has so much potential for Avatar a very cool world.
That last sentence is somewhat visionary and I can almost imagine these kids on sail-disks falling forever; towards the ground, towards the sky. It's a little bit of Peter Pan, but a Peter Pan where Tinkerbell's audience never stops clapping though the world moves on. It reminds me a bit of a short story I read before about refugees from war who never age...
Also: Her room was full of blankets and shiny knit-knacks. I think that's supposed to be "knick-knacks"???
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So yes! 'knick-knacks'! I'm glad you seemed to enjoy it though. I think it would make a better comic than a short story and would gladly sit back and let someone else draw it. ;)
My professor at the time complained LOUDLY for most of the class period that I never had the kids actually encounter pirates (I countered that the story was supposed to be short, but I think he's correct in that, that may have added some nice... err flavor).
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Yeah I suppose you could have made the pirate encounter like a brief prologue or sort of like a dream? Who knows haha
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