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The Undying Star

The man’s eyes fluttered open. Bright light flooded his caked eyelids, brilliant purple cascading down his lashes. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he wouldn’t have been able to move; the sight before him was too magical. The man slightly raised his head to regard the world before him. A dull pain flared quietly in his neck, and he moaned hoarsely. Shocking lilac streaks peaked from thick foliage, filtered from large leaves. Stabbing light drew shapes into the man’s eyes, as he disorientedly gazed around. He was lying on the bank of a small inlay of raisin coloured water, eddies swirling around contentedly. Tall dark trees circled the small pond, casting a shadowy pattern of purple and magenta. It was all too bright and too dark at the same time. Splintered rocks; prickly edges all over its surface jutted out from the alien water, glistening with pastel pink. Enigmatic blue lined these flavours, a line of sky bordering the purple reflection. It was all too much. The man tried to sit up....

A Magical Dream

There was nothing more tragic than dying from falling coke. Amelia shifted her body to the right, narrowly avoiding black chunks of minerals beating from above. All the slaves agreed. It was one of the few things they all agreed upon. After all, when God asks them the reason for their death, it should be something grand, something exquisite enough to die because of. Death from falling rock, just sounded absurd. She yet again twisted her body. Coal gleefully shot down, exploding beside her feet. Her manacled dirty feet. It was ingrained in dirt, black and wrinkled, bleeding hesitantly onto the floor. Washing her feet with what little water the Sarjaalan daily gives no respite; her black feet emerges again the next day, after only 2 hours of mining. She grimaced. A small grit scraped across her dried skin. Amelia looked around. Miners trudged about her. The Sarjaalan Mining Company had bought them from their parents, sold for hundreds of dollars to be put on one of their breathtakin...