Meet Jill, a twenty-something woman of considerable intellect. A tireless researcher of theoretical mathematics at her University, she’s been working away at a proof for a single conjecture for three months now. She’s barely able to take a shower every week. Her diet: noodles every day. Alternating between chicken and beef to stave off boredom from the bland pasta. Sometimes when feeling like splurging, there’ll be takeout pizza.
Katie walked hesitantly from the changing room. The volleyball boys had disappeared, but the beach was filling up with sunbathers and swimmers. Down the beach a quarter mile rolled a break with a handful of surfers carving graceful paths through the waves.
Katie found herself an empty space on the beach and sat her round firm ass in the sand. Laying back, she felt the tingly embrace of the sun, and hoped the magic swimsuit wouldn’t let her burn.
Kim scrambled to get dressed and opened her door.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I must be on the wrong floor,” said a small undeveloped redheaded girl shyly as she stood at the door with two suitcases.
“Katie!” said Kim. “Come in! For some reason time got away with me and I forgot classes ended this week!” With all the excitement of her recent developments, Kim had nearly forgotten that she had promised that her little sister Katie could spend the summer with her after her freshman year in college.
The gentlest hint of sunlight stokes forth a blinding show of glimmering crystals. The room fills with multicoloured sparkle, like inside of a chandelier of the stars themselves. Your brain has decided to maintain its stance on the status quo of your pedestrian lifestyle, leaving you again momentarily confused to your lavish surroundings. That is, until you again remember.
*Poem compilation collab between superdegenerate64 and Akane*
1 - The Amnesiac Goddess
From up above the clouds,
A flying saucer floated down.
With a scarf around her neck and in a blanket wrapped,
Is Scarf-chan, sleeping peacefully, taking a nap.
Into the ocean the spaceship fell,
Waking her up in a place whose name she couldn’t tell.
You wake up next morning, into the momentary unpleasant state in which you cannot remember the events of yesterday. But as you slowly open your eyes and see that you were sleeping on a king-sized bed in a poshly decorated room, you remember.
Elza Sabini finally woke up after a long slumber of billions of years, she didn't need to sleep but her lethargic and quiet nature turned this activity, or lack thereof into a pleasurable experience. Of course, this time didn't pass outside her room because it happened to be located inside a pocket dimension that the godly 18 year old created as an afterthought. The rest of the Universe only had advanced about eight hours while she was peacefully dreaming for eons, both spaces separated by a magical barrier.
A call from an anonymous informant came in a few days ago, reporting possible human trafficking. I was assigned to contact and apprehend the suspect for interrogation. Through a TOR-network messaging system I was given an audience at a relatively secluded alleyway in the industrial area.