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This is the kind of scenery I had in mind while writing part II. By the way, I recommend listening to “Ride” by Yoke Lore :-) 

By lundonlens

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Chapter 1 - part II

Hi guys! I finally felt inspired again to write. My writing style still need loads of tweaking and fine tuning so I would appreciate any kind of *constructive* criticism. So without further ado, here's part II of chapter 1: 

Down in the kitchen Avery took a bite of her avocado toast.

„Hey did you see Logan? I think he went in my room this morning while I was sleeping to mess with me again“ I said as I gabbed a slice of toast with butter and strawberry jam my sister had already prepared. 

„Well, first of all, you’re welcome. He already left like 30 minutes ago but what did he do this time?“

„That idiot drew some numbers on my hand and I can’t remove them. I don’t know what kind of pen he used but man it just won’t go off… By the way can you drive me to the bus station? Ill take that cup of coffee you have there, too, thank you.“ She looked at my hand, slightly confused but nonetheless agreed to drive me. Before she could ask any more questions I ran back up to brush my teeth, grab my coat and go. The bus station itself isn’t far away from where we live. Maybe 20 minutes tops by foot but I really had no time to waste. Todays professor doesn’t exactly thrive on students arriving late. He’s the type of person to put you on the stand after having just taken a seat. Believe me, its ones worst nightmare. As Avery was driving past the different hues of yellow, orange and red trees, I grasped my hand with the writing, going over each number. 365, why would he write down how many days a year has? We were nearing the bus station when Avery turned down the volume of the radio.

„By the way Lena, what exactly did you mean with numbers on your hand?“, she asked. What? I showed her my palm just this morning. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw how a bus turned into the street, steering into the direction of the stop. I got ready to sprint if I had to and answered her:

„The number on my hand. I showed you this morning.“ She looked at both hands, examining them first before again showing me a clear look of confusion.

„Lena, I’m being serious, I dont see anything. Are you sure you didn’t just imagine it?“ I looked at her, slightly offended she would even think I’m making things up. 

„Its right here“, I said as I shoved my palm in her direction.

„Shit, Avery the bus is going to stop soon. I’ll talk to you later and thank you for driving me!“ The door of her old Audi flung open and I sprinted towards the bus. At least now she clearly saw my palm this time. Before the bus doors closed I managed to slip in and sat down in the fourth row, right beside the man in a brown checkered suit. Because of my little sprint, I was still huffing and taking in deep breaths when he suddenly tapped my shoulder.

��Excuse me, is this yours?“ He asked as held my scarf in his hand. It must’ve dropped after I sat down. After closer examination I hd to admit, this guy I thought was at least 30 years old now looked like somebody a little older than me. And he was handsome too. He tilted his in confusion as he still held my scarf. Oh no. Ive been staring at him for a little too long.

„Oh, yes… thank you very much.“ I could feel my cheeks begin to flush. Damn, now he might think I’m a weirdo. But instead of awkwardly pulling back, he smiled warmly.

„No problem. Well, this is my stop. Would you be kind enough to let me pass through?“

„Yes! Yes of course… here you go.“ Once he got off of his seat he smiled at me once more and left for the next door. I wonder if he’s already done with uni, or is it an internship perhaps? He can’t be much older than I am right? What does it matter anyway, I’ll probably never see him again. Trying to shut out further thoughts about the man, I put on my air pods and listened to my music the rest of the drive. 

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Cocoon - Chapter 1

„What would you do if you could change the past?„

Let’s say you woke up one morning with the sudden urge to drink something, what would you do? Knowing my brother, he would grab a glass of milk and mix in a couple of spoons of coco, my sister would grab an entire bottle and take it back with her to her room. I on the other hand would go back to sleep. But what if all these little actions had implications for future events to happen? Logan might wake up sick due to the amount of sugar he drank, Avery would wake up without any problems except needing to go to the toilet and I would still be thirsty. Now, let’s imagine we know about these consequences, do we still chose to go with the same actions? 

I woke as I felt my entire body was burning up. It’s 5AM which means I’ve still got thirty more minutes before my alarm goes up. The rain from yesterday night has stopped and I can feel the cool breeze, smelling of wet leaves, enter though my balcony door. I usually like to keep it open at night as I feel like I can breathe better than when its closed. Luckily I live on the second floor of our house. As I took in another breath and prepared myself to go back to sleep I thought what today had in store for me. Wake up, prepare breakfast, go to school and later on meet in the library with Harley and Serena to study for our finals. Should I even still try and sleep, it’s only twenty minutes now, I thought as I looked towards my alarm clock. That  damn clock with that damn same song I’ve set it to. I should really change that song but for now I guess I’ll try and make use of those twenty minutes. It’s going to be a long day and twenty minutes don’t seem like a bad investment of my time at all. 

„Helena I’m going to buy some coffee, do you need anything as well?“, Harley asked. 

„Sure, could you grab an apple and a bottle of water please?“ If only I didn’t oversleep today I wouldn’t have forgotten my water bottle. Do I even have enough coins? 

„Hey Har, can I give you the money tomorrow? I don’t have any cash on me right now.“

„When do you ever?“ She laughed. „What about you Serena?“ 

„I’m good actually, thanks.“ Serena said. Harley just nodded and went towards the direction of where the next supermarket is. It’s not really far away but it will take her at least 20 minutes. 

„Serena, let’s look for a place to sit and send her our location“

„Sure. Sounds good to me. By the way, I just discovered this new café called Soul. It’s near Noah’s place and it seemed pretty chill, I bet we could easily do some studying there.“  Serena is the type of person who loves studying inside of cafés. She says it doesn’t feel as sad as when we sit inside of an old library full of people not saying anything. It’s actually a miracle Harley and I got het to study with us in the library twice this week. I guess we could try it out, as a compromise. 

„You know what? Why not, you even graced us with your presence twice this week.“ 

„Right? Why should I spend so much time in this mausoleum while Im still alive when I have more than enough to do so when Im dead?“ Like I said, she hates studying in libraries. It’s like the takes the „dying“ part of „studying“ too seriously. 

„You know, libraries aren’t even that bad. It’s nice and quiet and you can find all the books the professors listed in their scripts in there.“ 

„Girl, I’ve told you so many times already. It just feels extremely depressing and I hate the stares I get when I want to take things out of my bag.“ 

„Well maybe you shouldn’t use a Stella McCartney as a bag when you’re going to a library. Those chains aren’t exactly what one would consider quiet.“ 

„That’s the only bag I have that’s big enough to fit my laptop though… Most of my bags are still at my parents place.“ 

„Anyway, just ignore them. At least you study in style.“ 

„I do don’t I?“ She laughed. Luckily it didn’t take us much time to find a place to sit at, most people were either taking a break or started going home as the time approached 6PM. We found a table between the windows and the foreign language shelves right at the back. The sun was slowly beginning to set and its last rays of sunlight shone through before hiding behind the buildings opposite the library. I placed my bag on the table and started packing out my books and notes when my right hand suddenly started to sting. It was this burning sensation I felt in the morning again, but this time more intense. I grabbed the palm with my other hand to massage the pain away but it just wouldn’t stop stinging. Serena went to get a book from the medical science shelves so she wasn’t there right now. The pain only got worse, it started to spread across my entire body until everything was pitch black. 

„Thank you next, thank you next, thank you next, thank you next, Im so fucking-“ , I really can’t listen to this song any longer. I used to love it yes, but after listening to this song everyday for nearly a year? No thank you, next song. Wait. That’s my second alarm song! I looked at my alarm. 6.30AM. Fuck, I’m going to be late for uni! In a hurry I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black turtle neck and my slip on vans. Luckily my responsible self packed all my stuff the night before. I decided to slap on some mascara and fill in my eyebrows to look at least somewhat decent when I suddenly noticed something on my right hand. „365“. What the hell? Did Logan pull another prank? I decided to ask him later because catching my bus was my first priority. 

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Cocoon - Prologue

- The Butterfly Effect - 

What happens when a butterfly flaps its tiny little wings? Will it set off tornados on the other side of the globe or will it create a gust across the street? 

The butterfly effect is the idea, in which small things can have non-linear impacts on complex systems. In this sense, minor implications can act as catalysts for bigger events to happen. 

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Cocoon

It’s 2:32 AM and I can't sleep. So I decided to write. By all means, I am not a writer but I tried, so hope you enjoy the next posts. I don't even know if I’ll continue writing but let me know.

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