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Thunderbirds came out today to enjoy the weather. <3 <3 <3

Shape Shifter Invisibility

Shape shifters can be invisible, specifically transparent, especially if they want to watch you and learn about you without being seen. When they’re invisible, you can still see a faint outline of their body, which is more obvious if they move around. They can hang upside down from your rooftop to look in at you through your window and then run off through the trees like a squirrel or monkey, but you can still see their outline, if they’re big enough. They can move pretty fast when they want to, like most wild creatures, so you have to be looking at the spot where they are to be able to see them.

Sunshine 💗

Changeling

The night sky was dark and nothing stirred.  Stars twinkled overhead.  A trailer park spanned the street block and the blue flicker from a television set shone down through an open window to the gravel where nothing grew.  Beer bottles lay strew here and there, along with shards of glass that were the ghosts of beer bottles past.  It was an unusually quiet evening and there were not even the usual domestic quarrels that could normally be heard throughout the park.

A comet flashed briefly overhead, and another, and then another.  No one was looking at the sky, though.  That was okay because it wasn’t long before one of the comets landed squarely on the trailer park.  The residents had no choice but to acknowledge it then.  Thirty people came out from their tiny abodes with tousled hair, slippers and nightgowns to see what had happened.  The only residents who didn’t come out were the two occupants of the trailer that was hit, a girl of thirteen and her mother.

Smoke billowed out from the pink and white trailer.  People began to gather around it and someone knocked on its door.

“Everything all right in there?” the neighbor called from outside the trailer door. 

“Someone should call the fire department!” another neighbor yelled.

 “I’m on the phone with them now,” an elderly gentleman said. 

“What was it?  Was it a bomb!?” one woman in a rose-colored nightgown asked.

 “Probably just a cooking accident,” said a disgruntled, sleepy man with white hair.  This was met with several looks of disbelief and a few shrugs.

Finally the woman and her daughter came out, appearing unharmed, though also looking terrified and exhausted.

“What happened?” several people asked her at once.

“I don’t know,” the woman answered.  “We were sleeping and then it was like a bomb went off; we found this,” she held up a fragment of what appeared to be a metallic substance.

“A meteor?” one man said with an amazed look on his face.

“Wow!” came a chorus of voices but after the fire department came and made sure there was no more danger, they all went back into their myriad trailers and went back to sleep as if nothing had happened at all.

Three weeks later, the mother was dead and Lilly, the daughter who’d kept the shard, was fighting for her life and no one could figure out what was wrong.  Her fever had been 114 at one point, and no one expected her to live after that, but she did.  She should be brain dead, blind, deaf and dumb but she wasn’t.  She went in and out of consciousness but there was no loss of sensation, when she was awake, and she could still remember her own name.  She would classify as a medical miracle if she got better and they told her so in an effort to cheer her up.

It took three years for the fever to fully pass, and two years of intense physical therapy for her to be able to walk and talk with ease.  She wouldn’t ever be normal again, though.  She spent a lot of time reading and trying to catch up on a life that had passed her by.  She dreamed of doing normal things, having a boyfriend, going to college, taking walks in the park.

Very soon, she was doing all of those things.  She found a tutor and within a year had her GED and a full scholarship.  She had a dark haired and mildly-chubby boyfriend, whose name was Ethan, with whom she spent her days.  He made up for his chubbiness with his good cheer and kind ways.  He always opened the door for her and made every day special, which meant a lot to her, since she had fewer days than most.  Together, she and Ethan made every day special.  Although she was doing well, she felt that it was only a matter of time before the shadow cast over her short life would unequivocally reappear, and without warning.  Next time there might be no miracle for her.

She enjoyed their days together immensely and more than he ever knew.  On one of those sunlit days their walk had taken them to the heart of a forest park.  They were pushing back branches from the path when a branch broke off in Lilly’s hand.  Something about it caught her attention.  What was it?  She couldn’t tell.  It was as if she became frozen in rapt fascination.  Her fingers glowed, ever so slightly, and then turned the exact color and texture of the branch.  Then they turned back as easily as they had shifted.  Ethan turned around and looked at her.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, although her heart was pounding.  She was wondering if she was hallucinating, actually.  She dropped the branch and Ethan put his arm around her.  They held hands the rest of the way home.  If he suspected anything, he was quiet about it.

She developed a fascination with colors.  She especially liked solid, bright colors.  She would put her hand in front and watch the skin morph its color to the exact same shade.  It didn’t take any effort.  It was effortless, even natural, to her.  She began to crave new and different things to morph into.  When she meditated, she began glowing and becoming translucent so that she could view her own insides, the structure of bones and ligaments, and the pulse of her heart pumping the liquid light through her veins.

It was hardly the shadow of death that she’d expected to fall over her life again, but she wasn’t sure what Ethan would think.  She felt a gnawing realization that he wouldn’t be able to deal with it at all.  She was certain that he would leave her if he ever found out about her newfound ‘ability’. 

Depression came and went for Lilly.  She was moving to college soon, anyway.  Ethan didn’t know what preoccupied his Lily.  He only felt her becoming more distant and he assumed it was another guy.  When she moved away to college, he felt it in her voice, that she was saying goodbye, goodbye.  He had no choice but to accept it.  He held her in one final embrace before she departed; he tried not to think about a future without her.

“I got you this,” he said, fighting tears.  He held up a golden necklace with a heart-shaped pendant of blue crystal.

“Thank you,” she said.  She took it and put it on.  She was desperately trying to hold back her tears, too.  “Goodbye,” she said.  She turned away and boarded the plane.

It was the last time he ever saw her.  He didn’t have another girlfriend after that.  He stayed chubby and good natured and went to church and gave all his money to the poor.  When he was forty, a bird came to visit him.  It appeared to be a raven.  It would fly near his house every day and even seemed to wave to him.  Eventually, when he began feeding it, he thought he heard it say “hello,” back on more than one occasion.

After some time, the raven left, but an enormous eagle came to eat the breakfast he left for the raven.  Ethan thought the eagle had the most beautiful golden eyes he’d ever seen.  They actually glowed.  He was sure of it.

He made a leather sleeve to wear so that the eagle could perch on his arm.  They spent many years together, like this.  Occasionally, she would repay his kindness by bringing him freshly caught fish to eat for dinner.  One thing puzzled him, though.  Sometimes, she appeared golden brown, and other times reddish brown, and sometimes almost white.  Every day her coloring was different. When he was very old, long past ninety and nearing one hundred, when his curly dark hair had turned white, and his heart had not many beats left in it, the eagle came to him one last time.  He ambled, with some trouble, to the open window where the unearthly raptor perched, waiting for him.  In her beak she carried something shiny, golden and familiar.  The years of solitude and loneliness melted away as he recalled, in perfect detail, the day he’d given it to her; it was the golden necklace with the blue heart-shaped crystal pendant.

Nevermore! <3

Dragon Vampire Dream

Dreamed it was Valentine's Day and I was shopping at the store for a present for my mom. I looked up at a clock and it was later than I thought, already past 3. I was surprised it was so late but I thought okay, I'll get there by 4. I checked out my groceries and as I was exiting the store, there was some announcement and people were saying you'd be able to see people for who they were on the inside, on the outside. Also, while I'd been shopping, I'd been feeling so light that I'd started levitating and people noticed. Then on my way out a little group of people were circled around something on the floor saying, "Oh look, it's opening!" and such and, "Look, a portal!"

I looked and there was what looked like red plasma paint, about a foot circle, swirling, opening and closing a bit, on the concrete floor.

It looked pretty awesome.

Then I looked up and saw a man whose face changed into a red dragon. That meant he wasn't a good, nice respectable person, but scary on the inside, like violent, and drugs and gangs, selfish and impulsive. It was the inner person being seen on the outside.

The shade of red of the dragon face mirrored the shade of the portal. Everyone's face changed and happy people, some looked like pumpkins, big and grinning, and some just looked nice. Everyone was having fun!

I said, "hello," to the nice people and wondered what my face looked like.

There had also been an announcement that they were having a Week of Dinosaurs in the city. They were going to release several species of dinosaur, both herbivore and omnivore, and see who survived, kind of like reality TV.

I left the store and only just got to the parking lot, when a huge red dragon came up from behind the store, flying. I wasn't scared or alarmed, but felt I should get to the car with my grocery bag and think of heading out.

By the time I reached the car and put my bag in it, there was a large number of dinosaurs coming from behind the store, and everywhere creating havoc. I felt they would disperse to the city soon and then I could get out more safely, so I went back into the store to wait out the stampede.

There was chaos in the store by then, little groups of the good faced being hunted by little groups of the dragon faced. There was a group of good faced I found who were trying to survive, but soon they were scrambling to find an exit. I was running too, and we couldn't find an open door. The ones there were, were locked, and we couldn't get through. We'd split into smaller groups of two or three, desperately searching for an exit.

Finally, I found a way out, and made it back to my car. I'd left the door wide open after I'd stowed my grocery bag inside, in shock from the dinosaur stampede. I closed the open door and got in on the driver's side, relieved to be safe, and looking forward to getting out of there soon. I put the key into the ignition and turned it. Nothing happened. I tried and tried but it was no use. The battery had died because the door was left open, which kept the car's lights on. I felt I had no choice but to go back in the store. Scary dragon faced people surely must be better than huge flying dragons and carnivorous dinosaurs with gigantic, razor sharp teeth. So I went back into the store, again once inside, being hunted, and eventually trapped, and caught.

I'd run all the way to the furthest end of the store, down a narrow corridor, where I'd thought there was sure to be an exit. There were some panels, like vertical window curtain panels, made of dark material, that made me think there might be a door. I investigated the panels hoping to find a door behind one, but no luck. The last panel at the end, however, was larger than the others, and there was enough space behind it to hide myself fully. I pulled my toes in to make sure they couldn't find me. It was an excellent hiding spot, if they hadn't know I'd come down that dead-end corridor.

It only took a few moments for them to find me, and one of them, their leader I guess, pulled me out. There were too many to fight and no where left to run, so I just surrendered.

They took me to the main area of the store again. I got a better look at the one who captured me. I noticed he had spiky reddish hair and tattoos with some odd numbers. He was pale, like most redheads, but I noticed for the first time, that he was pale to the point of being sickly. There were dark circles around his eyes and he seemed weak, feverish, sweat on his skin.

Well, I didn't have to wait too long to known my fate with the little group.

He opened a small switch-blade and began cutting my wrist. He had a strange way of doing it, barely grazing the skin, so as to weaken it, like scratching the surface. He didn't cut too deep. More for later, I thought. He finally cut enough to draw blood, and this he put to his lips. He looked so pale and sick that I felt pity and he seemed very happy to get any blood he could manage from the tiniest of wounds.

At that moment, dinosaurs broke from all directions into the store, attacking the dragon vampire group with a vengeance. They scattered, as did I, and I didn't see what happened to them, but I managed to get out.

I had no car and no where safe to go, no route to follow, so I just started walking. I met no deadly dinosaurs on the trip. I stuck mainly to side streets, and I did come across some herbivorous dinosaurs who were epically cute and even somewhat cuddly.

One pretended to be carnivorous but he wasn't.

I'd found a little group to travel with, and we'd found a building to investigate. Everyone was interested in getting food, logically they thought they'd need it. Some asked me why I wasn't taking food, and I didn't have the heart to tell them there'd be plenty of food around after everyone had killed each other off. But, at the moment I'd come to a restroom and I thought maybe I could use some toilet paper and appease the group with this offering, at least a roll, and I could use one for myself. So I began unrolling a roll, but it was mildewy, so I found two more fresh ones.

At that point there was a knock on the stall. Thinking it was one of the group, I opened it and there was this blue dinosaur guy standing there. He seemed threatening but I wasn't sure what type he was. He seemed to be intimidating me, testing me to see what I'd do. He lunged a bit and so I wrapped my hands around his neck, forcing him back. His head changed a bit, becoming more carnivorous looking. He had two friends with him, blue guys like him and at this point they stepped in. They were a kind of shape shifter, nicer to me than the first. I told them he'd been attacking me and they were like, "Oh well," and he kept trying to intimidate me so I held onto his neck. To this, he squirmed a bit and then his whole body, which had originally been human-size, shrunk into only a 1-2-foot-size body. I then tossed him over my shoulder and that was the end of that.

We had a bit of a party that night, and more groups of survivors joined together to dance and play music. There was even a gypsy violinist girl who I got to meet and hear play but she left after a little while. Then I woke up.