I'm not here looking for absolution.

Okay, lol, so I'm doing that thing where I'm too lazy to finish and publish a post in time and so I'm gonna end up with a very very very long post with a combination of text, pictures and videos, yippee! Okay, so sit tight and I'll give you a tiny story I wrote during my hardcore hsc study period. LOL Yeah, those things I write when I get sick of studying :L

It's called 'Summer Is Forever'

            So this is the world we live in. Our days are longer but our years end quicker and the summer has yet to finish. Nobody remembers when the eternal summer started, but everybody knows that when it did, smiles were more abundant and the general public was happier. That was unless you were a winter person. The winter people didn't last long. Most of them adapted and became the only thing they could be - summer bummers, and the rest either drowned in the unbearable haet or they baked into oblivion. Eventually the heat became much too overwhelming and we had to change everything to better suit our new season. The rich built self-sustaining igloos which would have been fine if the igloos weren't so power-hungry. I heard they started melting just last week. I guess the rich stopped being rich. It was about time. As for the poor... Well they burned out like candles.

            In other news, bikinis were banned a couple of months ago because death by skin cancer was a top contender. Nowadays, we worry about heatstroke. The sun was no longer a bringer of life and it was no longer the youth that was burning down society. Earth was dying and we all knew our generation was the last to come, so there I would lay on the rough, green-grey grass of the summer, under a big oak tree, wondering how time had passed by so quickly in these thirty-two hour days.

            "I'm sweating bullets."

            Cathy was sweating bullets.

            "Wanna go for a swim, Sam-o's?"

             Of course I wanted to, but the admission fees had sky-rocketed - only the ones with the igloos could afford it. We'd often dream of the beach too but it was much too far away. The coast kept on running away. But on the plus-side we're about to get Tasmania back. The cities kept trying to chase after the shore, but the tides kept on receding and we just stopped. The city of Sydney became an Alice Springs in itself. So for us, it was either buy a boat and sail forever into the diminishing horizon or simply dream of the beach.

            We dreamed often. 

Ta-da! ..... Anyways, I think the mega-post will be published next year :L But don't worry, it'll be fun, I'll make sure o' it. Hope y'all have a fantastic start to the new yaer and I hope I don't end up alone in my room cheering at the clock again.