This is Ben. He is a cloud. He is a happy cloud. He is crying, but they are tears of laughter, because the world is funny. He is happy, but he is also lonely, because he is the only happy cloud in the whole sky.
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submitted by historian of the sky (February 17, 2023 - 8:16 pm)
This is Laura. She is a cloud. She is a happy cloud. She is crying, but they are tears of laughter, because memes are funny. She is happy, and she was lonely, but now is not because she is here to be friends with Ben The Happy Cloud.
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submitted by Historian of Land (February 18, 2023 - 5:32 pm)
The sky is dark and shadowy and blue, the color of slate, the color of a lonely heart crying out to be seen. The world is funny, because the sky is the color of Ben’s heart, so Ben laughs and he cries and he wishes for a new color. But the world is dim, and the flowers have lost their luster. The sun is setting, the color of molten gold, and soon Ben’s job will be to obscure the stars. Behind the melting golden sun is a cloud made of violet and rose and joy, the color of heart that knows how to laugh, and Ben knows that he is not alone.
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submitted by historian of the sky (February 19, 2023 - 2:00 pm)
The sky is dark and shadowy and blue, the color of slate, the color of a lonely heart crying out to be seen. The world is funny, because the sky is the color of Laura's heart, so Laura laughs and she cries and she wishes for a new color. But the world is dim, and the flowers have lost their luster. The sun is setting, the color of molten gold, and soon Laura's job will be to obscure the stars with Ben. Behind the melting golden sun is a cloud made of violet and rose and joy, the color of heart that knows how to laugh, and Laura knows that she is not alone.
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submitted by Historian of Land (February 19, 2023 - 11:42 pm)
Ben knows that he is not alone, and that is beautiful, and that is good. But the skies change, and wind is stronger than a cloud. So when the biting north wind flies over the world, it takes Ben away, far away from the cloud with a dusky rose heart. He sails high over the world and watches people be born and laid to rest, flowers bloom and wither, suns rise and set. But through it all, he knows that he is not alone, because far away, there is someone with a heart the same shade as his own.
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submitted by historian of the sky (February 20, 2023 - 1:13 am)
Laura knows that she is not alone, and that is beautiful, and that is good. But the skies change, and wind is stronger than a cloud. So when the biting north wind flies over the world, it takes Laura away, far away from the cloud with a purple heart. She sails high over the world and watches people be born and laid to rest, flowers bloom and wither, suns rise and set. But through it all, she knows that she is not alone, because far away, there is someone with a heart the same shade as her own.
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submitted by Historian of Land (February 21, 2023 - 12:18 pm)
The world is funny, and Ben loves to look at it. From high in the sky, he looks down, and he sees a little girl wander out of her house and into the trees. Two women wander around, calling the girl’s name. They are crying, but the girl is dancing with fairies. Ben sees her, and he laughs so hard that he cries. Rain falls on the girl’s face, and she laughs too.
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submitted by historian of the sky (February 21, 2023 - 1:20 pm)
The world is funny, and Laura loves to look at it. From high in the sky, she looks down, and she sees a little girl wander out of her house and into the trees. Two women wander around, calling the girl’s name. They are crying, but the girl is dancing with fairies. Laura sees her, and she laughs so hard that she cries. Rain falls on the girl’s face, and she laughs too, and the world is good.
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submitted by Historian of Land (February 21, 2023 - 7:16 pm)
In which we tell the story of a certain runaway girl
Her name, rather ironically perhaps, was Sunny. The day she was born was gloomy and dark, but her mothers had decided months ago that when their daughter was born, they would name her Sunny and her nursery would be yellow and she could light up the world with a smile. And so they did. And it was. And she could. But although Sunny lived up to her name in a thousand tiny ways, she was still a girl born to the storm and the shade. Like a flower kept too long out of water, she would shrivel into herself when too many days passed without rain. Her smile would grow dim and her laughter would fade until it felt as though the sun was dying in her eyes. It was on a summer day such as this, after weeks of perfect, balmy days, that Sunny ran away. She put on a violet sundress embroidered with daisies and brushed her hair well, preparing to venture into a wide and dangerous world. When all was prepared, she set off into the woods behind her house, on a quest for rain. The woods were dark and mysterious and magical, as she well knew, and she knew also that if there was any place that she could find rain, that would be it. She walked for what seemed like an eternity, step after plodding step, basking in the sun-dappled shade cast by the canopy of trees. And yet, as far as she had traveled, there still seemed to be no respite from the eternally perfect weather. It wasn’t until she was nearly ready to give up and return home that she found the fairies. Their colors were more vibrant and impossible than anything Sunny had seen before, deeper emerald and sweeter coral and sharper orange than anything that had ever existed in any world other than a child’s magical fairyland. And although she hadn’t found rain and her smile was still wan and tight, Sunny began to dance. And then it began to rain, and she laughed and she laughed and she laughed. When she returned home, her mothers embraced her fiercely, with a passion that can only be felt by a desperate parent, and she melted into their arms. For now, at least, the world was good once more.
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submitted by historian of the sky (February 26, 2023 - 3:36 pm)
a) what's going on?? why is this a blank post?? and b) that's such a poetic name--
(February 17, 2023 - 5:07 pm)
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(February 17, 2023 - 7:38 pm)
This is Ben. He is a cloud. He is a happy cloud. He is crying, but they are tears of laughter, because the world is funny. He is happy, but he is also lonely, because he is the only happy cloud in the whole sky.
(February 17, 2023 - 8:16 pm)
This is Laura. She is a cloud. She is a happy cloud. She is crying, but they are tears of laughter, because memes are funny. She is happy, and she was lonely, but now is not because she is here to be friends with Ben The Happy Cloud.
(February 18, 2023 - 5:32 pm)
How strange this thread is... my mind keeps playing unsettling, dreamcore-ish music when I click in. That's the vibe it's giving me for now.
(February 19, 2023 - 9:54 am)
The sky is dark and shadowy and blue, the color of slate, the color of a lonely heart crying out to be seen. The world is funny, because the sky is the color of Ben’s heart, so Ben laughs and he cries and he wishes for a new color. But the world is dim, and the flowers have lost their luster. The sun is setting, the color of molten gold, and soon Ben’s job will be to obscure the stars. Behind the melting golden sun is a cloud made of violet and rose and joy, the color of heart that knows how to laugh, and Ben knows that he is not alone.
(February 19, 2023 - 2:00 pm)
The sky is dark and shadowy and blue, the color of slate, the color of a lonely heart crying out to be seen. The world is funny, because the sky is the color of Laura's heart, so Laura laughs and she cries and she wishes for a new color. But the world is dim, and the flowers have lost their luster. The sun is setting, the color of molten gold, and soon Laura's job will be to obscure the stars with Ben. Behind the melting golden sun is a cloud made of violet and rose and joy, the color of heart that knows how to laugh, and Laura knows that she is not alone.
(February 19, 2023 - 11:42 pm)
Ben knows that he is not alone, and that is beautiful, and that is good. But the skies change, and wind is stronger than a cloud. So when the biting north wind flies over the world, it takes Ben away, far away from the cloud with a dusky rose heart. He sails high over the world and watches people be born and laid to rest, flowers bloom and wither, suns rise and set. But through it all, he knows that he is not alone, because far away, there is someone with a heart the same shade as his own.
(February 20, 2023 - 1:13 am)
Laura knows that she is not alone, and that is beautiful, and that is good. But the skies change, and wind is stronger than a cloud. So when the biting north wind flies over the world, it takes Laura away, far away from the cloud with a purple heart. She sails high over the world and watches people be born and laid to rest, flowers bloom and wither, suns rise and set. But through it all, she knows that she is not alone, because far away, there is someone with a heart the same shade as her own.
(February 21, 2023 - 12:18 pm)
The world is funny, and Ben loves to look at it. From high in the sky, he looks down, and he sees a little girl wander out of her house and into the trees. Two women wander around, calling the girl’s name. They are crying, but the girl is dancing with fairies. Ben sees her, and he laughs so hard that he cries. Rain falls on the girl’s face, and she laughs too.
(February 21, 2023 - 1:20 pm)
Stars don't see June or September
None of your worries exist in space
~Lullaby by Chxrlotte~
(February 21, 2023 - 1:24 pm)
13 is a lucky number
(February 21, 2023 - 4:28 pm)
The world is funny, and Laura loves to look at it. From high in the sky, she looks down, and she sees a little girl wander out of her house and into the trees. Two women wander around, calling the girl’s name. They are crying, but the girl is dancing with fairies. Laura sees her, and she laughs so hard that she cries. Rain falls on the girl’s face, and she laughs too, and the world is good.
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