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Posted May 16, '13 at 9:04pm

StormWalker

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Whoosh 2.3
The tree calls, and it almost screams, the air around it thrumming with some sort of mystic power. You normally don't judge trees on appearing friendly or not, but this one is definitely not friendly. Old and hunched over, with clawing branches clad in glossy, gnarled bark. Bright red leaves that look like drops of blood. You take another step. The roots appeared to churn at the earth, frothing deep into the lifeblood of nature and poisoning it. Another step. The air drops by a lot, and the t-shirt does nothing. A closer view leads to examination of a large knothole, like a closed eye. And it twitches, widens, and finally opens.

 

Posted May 20, '13 at 8:29pm

Gantic

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Whoosh 3.1
You are whooshed into darkness. The ground beneath you is rocky. You cautiously search the ground with your feet for fear of falling. A loose rock tumbles down. The clacking echoes from all around, ending with a splash! Shimmering, rippling blue lights up the cavern around you. In front of you, down a gentle slope is a pool of water. It does not seem to be too deep.You think you can wade through it if you need to. At the far end, there appears to be an underwater tunnel you think you can fit through. Rocky walls surround you. Above, beyond your reach even if you jumped, is a ceiling of small stalactites. The only way out appears to be the underwater tunnel or another whoosh, you hope. The blue lights dim to the blackest black you've seen.

 

Posted May 21, '13 at 7:56pm

StormWalker

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Whoosh 3.2
The cave is dark again. Blindly, you nudge another pebble into the water. It clicks as is rolls down the slope. Suddenly, the cave lights up, wavy blue ripples illuminating the dancing shadows of the stalactites and you. You remember you heard something once about some sort of water micro-thing that lit up if disturbed. Curiously, you put your finger in the water to test the temperature. It's nice, almost room temperature. Then water moves in a V-ripple towards you and something invisible under the water leaves a trail of glow.

 

Posted May 27, '13 at 7:57pm

Gantic

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Whoosh 4.1
You feel yourself whooshed into darkness again. Without the distractions of the changing scenery, you notice the sensation of whooshing feels you are moving without moving. You know this feeling but you can't seem to place it. You take a step forward? and walk through the nothingness all around in no particular direction. There does not appear to be anything anywhere but at the same time it feels as if everything were everywhere but you can only see something somewhere and nothing nowhere? but you do and don't. Your body jerks back! There was no ground. You almost fell? into a pit? You find yourself standing alone in the middle of a city street at nighttime. The only light around is a lone street lamp. Houses stand as solemn silent sentinels sheltering slumbering sleepers. You think you might be heading home.

 

Posted May 29, '13 at 6:51pm

aknerd

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Whoosh 4.1.2

A breath of air cools your nostrils. You haven't breathed air like this since you were last home, and nostalgia hits you like an iceberg. It reminds you of exiting a plane after a long flight, and breathing that first breath of a new land in the walkway to the gate. There is dirty snow piled under the street lamp, as if it had been exposed to traffic for an ungodly long winter. The world is grey.The houses seem too close together for such an open land. And as you walk these streets, hoping to round a corner and see a white picket fence, a tire swing, a cozy doghouse, you know there is no such thing. You are beginining to think that home is hidden by these hibernating houses, as the hills beg you hither.

 

Posted Jun 6, '13 at 4:45pm

Gantic

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Whoosh 5.1
You are whooshed into darkness again.... The sound of waves break you from your thoughts. Your feet are cold and shoeless as water pushes past your ankles and pulls back out to sea. You pull your feet out of wet sand, gagging slightly over the loud wet sucking noises as your feet break free. A foghorn briefly overwhelms the sound of the waves. About a couple miles away, you see the blinking light of a lighthouse. There doesn't appear to be other signs of civilization around. The horizon is dark and the stars shine almost as clear as in the middle of nowhere. You stop walking further inland when you feel dry sand beneath your feet. The blare of a foghorn fills your ears again.

 

Posted Jun 11, '13 at 10:13pm

Gantic

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Whoosh 6.1
You are whooshed away to an alien landscape. You are standing on red gelatinous ground. It appears firm enough to hold you up. You jump and the ground ripples. Around you are gelatinous magenta domes about a yard across and a foot tall rising and falling with each ripple. They appear to glow steadily. You squat and run your fingers along the ground. It is surprisingly warm. Overhead, a plum purple sky is dotted with stars in unfamiliar arrangements. You hear gurgling beneath you. You think you see something swimming in the ground far below.

 

Posted Jun 17, '13 at 4:31pm

Gantic

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Whoosh 7.1
You are whooshed away to a rocky surface. You can't seem to find even footing. The brightness is blinding for a moment. As your eyes adjust, you are greeted with a view of a blue sky and a rocky desert. Along the horizon is a distant mountain range. You think you see a lone Joshua tree. Tufts of desert scrub grow amongst the rocks and dust. You're fairly certain you're in Arizona, Nevada, or Southern California. You find a quart-sized canteen full of water slung around your shoulder. There appear to be no other signs of anything or anyone having passed this way. You're not sure which way you should start heading but you're certain standing around would do you no good.

 

Posted Jun 21, '13 at 11:02pm

aknerd

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Whoosh 7.2
Before you stretches a large dune, patches tufted grass holding the bank against the wind. You climb the slope, dripping with sweat by the time you reach the crest. On the far side of the dune is a writhing mass of people in tattered clothing. Their energy is one of both celebration and animalistic frenzy. There is music coming from unseen speakers- or is it from the people themselves? You feel the strongest of desires to join them, while at the same time frozen with apprehension. There are no footprints leading to group. They're just there, as much a part of the desert as a lizard or a joshua tree, alone in this rocky void.

 

Posted Jun 26, '13 at 1:28pm

Gantic

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Whoosh 8.1
The sand shifts to a wet feeling again as you are whooshed away to a foreign seascape.The horizon lays flat in all directions interrupted only by the trunk of a dead palm tree. Everything around, even the dead palm and the sand, seems to be varying blues. You stand barefoot in ankle-high water amongst tropical looking fish. There doesn't seem to be any dry land around. Something glistens in the sand several feet away from you. You walk over and uncover a small obsidian hatchet with a handle of pale blue wood. It is surprisingly heavy in your hands. The edge is thinner than the thinnest blade you've ever seen.