The eerie feel in the air is unmistakable. It is the kind of evening when the sky could start raining aliens.
The ground beneath my feet is firm, yet I walk gingerly, fearing it could give way to instability. I recall being caught in quicksands on a college picnic and how my classmates formed a human chain to pull me out.
The world around us has changed. I don’t think people would even realise that one person from the crowd is missing. Crowds are different from communes.
Maybe I’ll enjoy the adventure alone.
Bon Voyage! It’s my vision of life.
Sometimes I think even Zing and Zang are spooked out over the clouds of aliens raining down upon us 🙂
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Thanks 😂
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It’s an eerie story indeed. One that could come true.
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Thank you!
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A great line; It is the kind of evening when the sky could start raining aliens.
A story of a different time, with today’s insecurities.
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Thank you so much, James!
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spooky story reena! I loved it! ❤
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Thank you! 😃
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