The Oncoming StormAs the storm approaches, the skies dim and an ominous mood settles. When it arrives, the ground is littered with darker wet dots with space in-between, as the rain has not intensified yet. Like the history of the world's population, though, it exponentially surges at one point, pouring down the ocean from the sky. It floods the streets, the water leveling to the curbs and everything becoming soaked.The Oncoming Storm by IridescentCatalyst
The rain pierces streams running down the sides of the roads and hits the cement hard. Water rushes everywhere, but eventually works its way downward, seeping into the earth. Since the droplets hit the tops of houses continuously, it creates the illusion that the roof is smoking. Now, the sky is one solid color - a light gray that seems to envelop the world. Impressions of rings form on the glass of the front car window, as the windshield wipers shuffle the water around. Some of the water is then pushed back to the passenger windows, creating a sort of river that runs and distorts the view.
A Haircut OutsideWhile I was sitting in the backyard waiting for my father to cut my hair, I gazed at the swaying trees and the dancing grass. The golden light from the sunset penetrated through the branches and created light patches on the ground, making parts of the grass a brilliant yellow-green. I could feel the soft wind gently flowing through the serene environment and hear it through the rustling of the leaves. Although the wooden planks that formed the fence enclosed the area, it still felt free and open.A Haircut Outside by IridescentCatalyst
First, my father used an electric hair clipper to remove my hair. Since it was near my ears, I heard the buzzing. Then, he sank his hands into a bowl of water to wet my hair, and using scissors, he gradually trimmed it. It may sound weird, but the sensation of the scissors snipping along with the feeling of your hair being cut is somehow pleasant in a way.
Parts of my hair involuntarily became victims to gravity, falling to the brown soil beneath. As the blades of hair lay there, I saw the sim
ShiftI was never like the rest. They could form their bodies into anything they desired, but I only could only morph into one thing. In this unfair world, your level of power was all that mattered. The more animals you could learn to master, the more powerful and famous you became. For me, I was near the bottom of this caste system. Although it was mostly a curse, it could also be a blessing at times. In the end, though, it would prove to be a life saver.Shift by IridescentCatalyst
When I was young, I would keep my distance from the others as they became several different animals. A grown man - the same man - was all that I could shape-shift into. He was unknown to me, and the world as well. No one knew why he was the only one I could transform into. It was mostly useless except for times when I needed to be older in order to procure certain things.
As for the elders, they wouldn’t do anything to help people like me. Instead, they actually would kidnap people, put them in huge cages, and force them to fight to
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