DisneyBlack sky watching over this bright white tower that would be recognized by millions around the globe. A legend amongst young minds and a nostalgic guidance amongst older ones. No one could describe the feeling that I have here, surrounded by all these people who lived the same magic as me. It's not your typical kind of magic where cards are guessed or swords are swallowed, no it's the magic of the mind, one kind of magic that leaves a mark printed deep inside your mind, deep inside your soul. Here coworkers, friends, families and lovers are bounding. Silence now, the show is starting. It's a concert of light where imagination meets reality and the people stuck on Earth at this very moment are just their limbo. This... was one of the best nights of my life.
Build-upA pleasant breeze in this deep forest, the sun and faith really seemed to be shiny on what was supposed to be a perfect day. Me? I was hidden on some branches, relaxing, listening to the music that is nature. The birds chirping, the leafs quietly giving their symphonies to the natural conductor that is the wind. Then, something happened. It could have been 1 or 2 pm, I wouldn't have known, but what got my attention was a very loud noise. It only lasted for a second or two really, but it was certainly only could announce a predicament. Jumping from my nest, I landed on my feet and went towards where I thought the sound came from. Arriving to a clearing after going through the thick green wall, what I saw was mind boggling...
Single Starsingle star lighting up my skyway too far, not too brightto my life you bring delightsingle star under which I cry
Short Story 1 - The Man in the DesertI am resting here between two waves of heat, lost in this ocean of sand where a scorching sun rules the day and a freezing moon rules the night. Yet, it doesn't seem too long ago that I was back home living a happy normal life with my family.I have a daughter, she has beautiful blonde hair that seems to shine like the sun and her mother's beautiful deep blue eyes. Twelve years ago, I saw her make her entry into this world and I have been there for her ever since. I was her dad, her model, her hero. I watched over her, I was there when she said her first word and I made sure that she had everything she needed. I remember her first day of school, she was up three hours early, already all set and ready to go. She was so nervous that she was shaking in her little outfit that we had bought just the day before. When I went and drove her to school, that's the first time she walked away from me; in just a little while, I wouldn't be nor her only model nor her hero. One thing was left certain