-Deemontai- A world of black and white

"Not all usuls are girly, yah?"

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An usul sat hunched over his desk, legs crossed, tapping at the keys of an old typewriter. Jet black bangs hung in his eyes and a pair of dark glasses sat like a couple of coins on his nose. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a sleeveless fishnet top, and a chunky black collar fit snug around his neck. A pale purple jacket with long baggy sleeves hung on the chair behind him, and a pair of new sneakers sat unused in the corner.

The usul sat back to reread his work. He went over the words again and again, a bored expression settling on his features. Unsatisfied, he sighed and leaned forward over the typewriter once more, fingers expertly gliding over the ancient keys as he added more to his prose. The only sounds in the room for a long time were the constant tapping of the keys and the bell signaling the end of each line.

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I had that dream again. The one where I was flying. The wind whipped my hair around... or maybe it wasn't windy at all. Perhaps it was me who was moving, and not the air. Flying so fast toward something unknown, and not caring about it. Maybe there wasn't a destination at all. Maybe I was flying for the sake of flying. As many times as I've had this dream, I still don't know...

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The usul stood and wiped his hands on his jeans. He wandered into the bathroom and washed them, two, three, four times. The soap bottle was nearly empty. He made his way back to his desk and put the lid on the typewriter, not bothering to pull the paper out, and set it on the floor. He opened the top drawer and pulled out another sheet of paper and a pencil that looked as if the entire eraser end had been chewed off. On the paper was drawn a series of gears and mechanical parts, and a pair of wings. He began to sketch. Two, three, four, five more pairs of wings appeared on the paper. He turned it over when he ran out of room and began to sketch faster. A machine appeared through the lines. It had gears and mechanical parts and wings...

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-Flying Machine-

Pedals turn the gears and the gears flap the wings. I will fly through the sky. These are the blueprints that will help me live my dream. The wind will whip my hair around, but there will be no wind. I will be me moving, not the air. I will fly fast toward the unknown and not care about my destination. I will fly for the sake of flying. These are my blueprints.

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The usul stood and disappeared into the bathroom to wash his hands again. The soap bottle was empty. He pulled on the pale purple jacket draped over his deskchair and ignored the unused shoes, stepping outside into the harsh sunlight barefoot. He adjusted his little sunglasses and began walking toward the park, eyes turned toward the sky. He traced the clouds in his head, noting what kind they were and what neopet they appeared to be. He was so lost in thought, he almost didn't notice where he was going. He hesitantly lowered his gaze from the sky to look at the fountain that had been built right in the center of the park.

Jets of water shot out of the base to land on the very top, only to flow back down again and repeat the process while colored lights illuminated the water and made it seem almost alive. The fountain had a calming feeling, and one could watch it for hours before they realized how much time had passed. The usul made his way toward a nearby bench and watched, letting the time pass by.

He was awakened some time later.

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...and that's all I have for now. ^^; To be continued I suppose.