Orange Fable - Alexandria Smith (best classic books to read txt) 📗

what she was told. Her eyes filled with tears. The wolf’s crystalline eyes rolled up in his head and the unsteady rise and fall of his chest stopped.
The blue wall dissolved. Rot and death laced her nostrils as the undead dived at her. Yellow fire strung necklaces of destruction across the clouds and impaired her sight. She screamed. Hands gripped her wrists. The young woman twisted and turned in a desperate attempt to escape.
“Tani! Tani!”
Her real eyes flew open. Two frightened members of her family stood by her bedside. A straw roof covered the sky instead of dark clouds and the birds twittered in the trees that still existed outside. “Let’s go, time to get ready for the day,” they echoed and turned out of the hut, whispering about the young woman’s oddity before they were out of earshot. Tani’s indigo eyes looked around the familiar setting for anything that shouldn’t be.
It all seemed to be normal. The events before only a dance with playful spirits. She rose from her bed and touched her throat as she did every morning. There she found the anything that shouldn’t be. A coal-black fang strung around her neck.


My World Is Wonderful

My world doesn’t have any bells. There aren’t any pealing bells in high towers that interrupt the evenings—if my world had evenings.
That’s right, there isn’t a sun. Time isn’t dictated by the rising and falling of a bright orange ball or the rippled surface of a pale, orbital mass. If my world had breakfast it could be eaten whenever I choose.
Whatever I decide is fact. There aren’t any people to fight against me, to tell me that what I think is wrong, that bells and suns are

. Not in the world I live.

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Publication Date: 07-24-2011

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