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  My eyes reflected the mind's thoughts, and through that, watched life walk away into a cycle ending nowhere, going nowhere; reflecting no pain, no remorse and no guilt, neither the happiness, joys and wonders. They reflected the world as it moved, revolving around the things with no meanings, worthless and people with no attachment or love.

  My eyes were plain, dull and dark, neither beautiful nor bland. They were mine.|

  "What is this weird paragraph?", the reflection of the screen was quite bright in the dim room. "It's as if I am on drugs!", I had to shut them for a while as I reclined on my chair.

  My eyes were throbbing and my hands were itching. This terrible habit of mine has plagued me ever since. I have gained nothing out of it, just a bad posture with backaches.

  Sometimes, I wished something would change. It felt pointless at times- life.

  Bright light passed through my curtains illuminating the wall opposite to the window. I think I have an inherent ability to call disasters towards myself.

  "Those entitled devils...", I mumbled silently. Those kids must be on their hoverboards again, oh how I wish I could murder them.

  The annoyance had made me approach my curtains. As I pulled them apart, the kids whooshed past it screaming, "LOSER!"

  I slid it open and screamed, "YOU DEVILS!!!".

  No, that didn't happen. That was just my foolish wish, a coward like me could never accomplish such an act. Frustrated, I pulled back my curtains, shutting out the repulsive city view.

  A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

  My bed right next to the window urged me to give up on thinking, and so I did just that.

  My face buried in the pillow, while I pushed the button on my bracelet called a 'Rilet'. This piece of technology allowed me to connect to any of my electronic devices using a hologram, no matter the distance. I looked up to see a screen about the size of my laptop floating in front of me. I adjusted the virtual keypad, making it easier to write.

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  Sky, the people there live on tents and land there floats atop massive cumulonimbus clouds. |

  I couldn't recall the type of cloud they lived on, something about cumulonimbus clouds felt odd.

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  Sky, the people there live on tents and land there floats atop massive |

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  Sky, the people there live on tents and land there floats atop massive cumulus clouds. The floating lands are not heavy but light. People there have wings like those of early aircrafts, they float on the clouds and..........|

  I drifted into a slumber.

  My morning alarm was an irritating android voice on repeat, shouting, "Wake up!"

  "I am awake, u piece of-", ah! right! I seldom cussed, "-talking machine", I mumbled.

  Along with the maddening voice stopping, the noises of the bustling city outside flowed in through the small opening of my window. I stared at the ceiling above me through the semi transparent screen I was writing on. Argh, I must have forgotten to shut it down yesterday and there isn't enough time to charge it. Will the battery last till I reach the office?

  I glanced at the gibberish I wrote,

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  Sky, the people there live on tents and land there floats atop massive cumulus clouds. The floating lands are not heavy but light. People there have wings like those of early aircrafts, they float on the clouds and...........

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  ...................................................................and they eat humans. |

  The screen disappeared into thin air.

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