In a new creative segment of The Last Word, our team of writers are tasked with the challenge of responding to an original artwork with a creative writing response. This week’s painting is an acrylic on canvas by the artist Divya Behl and is entitled Above the Clouds. “Because nothing is impossible” I fell asleep to the calming final words of my story book. The tranquil twinkling lights in my room lulled me into unconsciousness, along with a drifting, gentle breeze… Gentle breeze?! Suddenly awake, I looked around, and gaped at my surroundings. I was on my bed, my book by my side, but there were multiple strings attached to the wooden frame. Some sort of weird balloon construction sat on top of the strings. And my bed was...floating?! The vast galaxy stretched out all around me for miles to come. Azure, mulberry, lilac, and cyan all enveloped me. And that’s when I realised! My twinkling lights were the stars around me, the balloons were planets, and I was in space! Now panicking, I hurriedly flicked through my book and read my favourite chapter. The girl wakes up in a galaxy and she doesn’t know where to go. All of a sudden her bed crashes into a thin glass disc the size an entire stadium. I suddenly knew and braced myself. Thump. My entire bed shook. I had crashed into...a thin glass disc the size of an entire stadium! I yelped in joy that my plan had worked, but was interrupted. “Ahem, ever heard of trespassing?” A ten foot man, well, I guess a giant, with a huge purple gem in the center of his forehead, said. When he saw me trying to walk across the glass plain, the gem glowed bright red. “GET OFF!!” he screamed, suddenly alarmed. My eyebrow climbed up my forehead. “Look…”, the glass disc began to crack, and shatter. Glass flew everywhere, almost as if in slow-motion due to the minimum gravity. One of the glass shards flew straight into my heart, piercing my soul. And… I felt nothing. It went right through me. I arose in my bed. “What..” I whispered to myself. A vision swam in my head… “I will see you again...just wait…” chanted the man with the gem on his head repeatedly. I smiled. See you soon...
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