#VisDare 131 : Insight

I learned she hadn’t told me everything the first time I visited a dome. It had take me so long to squeeze through the crack in the wall of the dome I’d left, but the wall of the dome I visited was paper thin. In one step, I was inside.

The inside was filled with neat houses, arranged along streets. Well kept lawns, flowerbeds, big cars and trucks in all the driveways. All the people dressed similarly, had similar haircuts, and similar behavior. It was like where I’d come from.

But the dome’s wall was covered with black, painted letters. The way the people in that dome felt about everything they hated, or didn’t understand, or were afraid of, was painted on the wall of the dome.

It was an insight I didn’t want.

I went back outside, where it was safe, beautiful, and those hatreds and fears were gone.

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@LurchMunster


Part 11 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 130 : Possibility

59da41de8625ef6a236ef16ee88fd34fThe girl laughed. “I have to tell you the rules.” She tapped me on the shoulder. “You can walk right through all the walls to all the domes. They don’t really exist.” She laughed. “People think they do. People think they’re safe inside their worlds. Protected from the evils and dangers outside their controlled, managed lives.”

“The domes aren’t solid?”

“Nope. They’re imaginary.” She put her hands on her hips, “Except for the one you first came out of.” She shook her head. “That one’s real.”

“I can’t go back inside?”

“Nope. You can never go back to what was. That’s the past. It’s forever gone.” She looked around, at the other domes, “But imagine this. You have the possibility of exploring everybody’s domes!” Then, she walked into a nearby stream, and walked down it’s middle. “Go explore, you! Have fun!”

And she was gone.

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@LurchMunster


Part 10 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 127 : Snoop

75d407ae84c100830207537e302d90ba.jpgI turned, and faced the wall, and the crack. The reality I’d always known was inside that wall. I backed a few steps away, then a few more, until I could see the truth.

The reality I’d always known was inside a dome.

It was huge, yes, but it was a dome. And I was standing outside it, in a landscape filled with big domes, as far as I could see. As I stood in that new world, I realized every dome as another reality, just like the one I’d always lived within.

From the inside, the world had seemed so big, so limitless. But from the outside, it was just one tiny world in a landscape filled with worlds. Some bigger, some smaller, than the world I’d come from.

Standing in that universe filled with worlds, I decided I should snoop around, and try to visit other worlds.

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@LurchMunster


Part 8 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 126 : Lift

74b476b1e63afb045d30e99f9971fd7b.jpgI froze. Motionless. Terrified, excited, confused, exhausted, and completely lost. I’d reached the end of the crack. I stood, frozen in time, looking out of the wall of reality. Looking out at a world, a universe, I’d never known, and never imagined.

There was something outside of reality. The proof was before me. All I had to do was step out of the crack, into a completely new reality. A reality where everything I knew was confined in a tiny space.

Green trees and grasses were everywhere. Flowers covered everything. Here and there, I saw huge domes rising from the ground. I wondered what those domes were.

I felt my foot lift from inside the crack, and I watched it move forward, then settle on the ground outside the crack. The rest of me followed. And in that moment, that breath, I knew my life would never be the same.

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@LurchMunster


Part 7 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 125 : Candid

It took time, and wasn’t easy. The bruises and cuts hurt. The physical pain stopped me many times and I wondered if I’d ever make it through the wall to whatever was outside. But I couldn’t go back. I knew the crack was sealed, but I’d gone so far into the wall I didn’t know if I could make it back if I tried.

When I stopped, I saw the light ahead of me. Something was outside the wall. So I never gave up. Always, I started toward that light once more.

At night, I slept, and dreamed of the people I’d known. I saw them in pictures, snapshots, candid photographs. They were all dead, skeletons disguised as people. No hearts, no souls, only empty, living in their empty, safe, little world, inside the wall, in a tiny reality.

And always, I woke, and started toward the light again.

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@LurchMunster


Part 6 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 124 : Unexpected

The way back was blocked, sealed by those inside the world they knew. That was unexpected on my part, that they would seal me out. I heard her voice, “Don’t panic. Don’t do anything stupid.” Something perfect to say to someone inside a wall.

All I could do was go forward. But forward to what, to where? There was light ahead, with colors. Nothing but colors, and the unknown.

Inside the crack, it wasn’t smooth, it wasn’t clean. There was dust everywhere, jagged edges, sharp points. I bumped into them, cut myself, bruised myself, banged my head.

I was heading into the unknown. I didn’t know how thick the wall was, how long it would take to get through it. All I knew is I couldn’t go back. Those behind me had seen to that.

All I had left was the light, and the colors, beyond the wall.

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@LurchMunster


Part 5 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 123 : Evacuate

827b3d1cf214abd3222e72c672a94e40The fences others built around me grew each day. “We can’t trust you. You won’t patch the wall. If you patch the wall, we’ll take our fences down. Be like us. Be safe. Patch the wall.”

“No.” I could see outside the wall. There was more there. I guarded the crack, protected it, let it grow.

When the crack was large enough, I squeezed into it, started working my way through the wall. I wanted to see what was outside the wall. But, without me to stop them, those inside the wall, inside reality, patched the crack. They sealed me out. I could not return. All I had left was what lay outside the wall.

I declared I’d chosen to evacuate their reality, leave the safety of the world inside the wall, see the bigger world outside the wall.

To be free from the small reality inside the wall.

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@LurchMunster


Part 4 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.