Obviously a storm had come on by. A big storm it would seem. A fairly easy phenomenon to investigate. Or so they thought. They had noticed a splash of red splatter throughout the sidewalks. Their curiosity rightly piqued. They followed the trail and noticed there were several paths of red leading to the front door of a particular house.
They went up to and in the house, having found the front door open. No one was around. As a matter of fact, nothing moved. Not even the air. Nothing made a sound. It was as if everything had been put on mute. They both had goosebumps that were starting to turn bright red. They made their way upstairs and into the master bedroom. From the bathroom they heard one sound. A drip. They peeked into the bathroom and in the tub the water was filled to the max and in the middle was an exact replica of the street and the house they were currently in. Then something moved in the water. A hand came out pointing behind them and there stood a water vortex that swept them on up into the tub and they joined the other figurines.
Categories: Psychology, writing prompt
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This Reminds me been carrying around a Vortex in my Left Hand all my Life Spirals around At my WillFull Command now
Granted i have Extreme
Tactile Sensitivity and
Mirror Neuron Touch
Empathy but just
What if it’s A Brand
New Mini-me
Milky Way In
The Palm of
My Left Hand
Or it Could
Be Just
Another
Poem Finding
Infinities in less
Than A Grain of Sand
True though when we
Hold Hands With
Other Humans
We Have Another
World in our Hands
But i don’t even
Have to Do that
With
Mirror
Touch
Synesthesia..:)
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