my god am i that lazy to write

this is an attempt to write an interesting "script" to motivate myself to write more

this is NOT going to work properly as i say

rumor has it that... noah is starting to fly again. with new wings he had just tinkered and assembled from an old design. le old that was turned anew. turns out an old idea isn't that bad to reapply. the design of his new wings which was crafted entirely from wood and sheets of papers and raw materials seemed to work the best to resemble the likeness of an old wright flyer's wings.

the people of chestiville were amused and at the same time concerned, looking at noah weaving through the sky seamlessly in the air. what would happen if he flew too close to the sun and his wings burned like icarus? surely, nobody knows who icarus is and cares enough about his wings getting burned. they are only concerned with noah due to the fact that he was taking up challenges of various dares more dangerously. so much for the sake of imagination and magic, nothing seems impossible for noah. even death.

today, he got an idea. he drags his tattered and worn out wings to the cliff across from where his house resides. next to where his new wings lay still. he looks out to the horizon of the sea.

he knew that the first time he created his world, the sea and the sky should have their own balance. and both sides need a little bit of both. then he grew fond of the ocean even more than the sky. the ocean looked about to be larger than the sky from where they started together. of course, jealousy happened. the sky cried pain and it was not just rainstorms. meteor showers, red blood haze, extreme flash floods, thunderstorms which had several town-sized tornadoes that crossed paths with each other. it never stops. until noah just gave in and both have their own territorial space. it was nice, every creatures live normally, peace was returned at last, everything died came back alive again. just a temporary armageddon to scare the surface beings. the boundaries that existed between the sky and earth was fine to live with for a while. but for what purpose should a world have boundaries? especially if it's yours. you create it, you modify it, you tweak it, you bend it, you shape it, you set the rules, or make everyone live by their own rulea and laws that defy the rules and laws that don't exist. whatever whatever about dreams being limitless and there are no boundaries on what you could do as long as you believe in yourself. did noah believe? well he is the noah , first founder of chestiville, a "dimension" that magically assumed its place under a trapdoor on his floor's bedroom. the reason that everything came to how it was today is because of him after all. but he never believed the concept quite like how other people would. you see, he took things too literally. first, he imagined himself as a cow. since he believed that he could be a cow. it was nice. he didn't like eating grass, though he thought that the cows have a healthy diet with how they're mostly herbivores. it seemed respectable to him that they could stick with it. but it wasn't for him. so he left out of the cow form and became a bee. bees can fly. he loves the idea of flying. he was obsessed with the sky. he felt strongly that he should live in the clouds. he tried flying high and higher. the wings he had weren't enough to endure the high speed wind that went through his body as he flighted higher. one of his wings snapped and trailed away in the air. there he went falling quickly through the air, about to make an impact. he suddenly didn't like the feeling. how the wind patted quickly on his skin and stretched his skin upwards following the gravity. he wanted to not feel like that anymore. so he thought of a quick resolution. it was to land himself on the ocean. not sure why he didn't think of a more comfortable landing surface like a mattress, a huge rectangle inflatable or a cushion. but the only thing he could think of was the ocean because well.............. the only way to survive a fall impact is to fall into the water....... thanks to his overzealous obsession in minecraft at the time. what he did worked, oddly. since there is no possible thought that death could exist in his world, he could land himself onto a bed of spikes and he would pull himself out without a single scratch.
so,he was pulled slowly under the ocean. he looked around, assuming there would be guidance on what to do next, maybe a rescue could help? he thought. the light from the surface started to fade away from his eyes slowly as his body gravitated to the floor of the ocean. he still didn't do anything. as the overlapping layers of water began to gain on him, he still wouldn't think of anything to get out of the ocean. he said, "let me just stay here for a while". his arms and body floated around, his legs were dangling in slow motion of the water. at this point, you're thinking "why isn't he doing anything?" "can't he feel himself starting to lose breath?" "how can he not drown???" or just "what a guy, i'm just like him". but amongst all the questions, i want to make one thing clear again, death is not a believable and an existing concept in chestiville. that's why he didn't feel anything.
as he got through another layer of the ocean, he seemed to get pretty tired of the darkness. so, he swam up. or atleast tried to. he can't swim. he never learned how to. all he knew was that you had to flap your hands and move your legs in a circular motion, like riding a bike, to go up to the surface. that's what he saw when his brother was swimming in a lap swimming competition while giving air kisses to the girls standing by the sideline. but it worked anyway. his flapping hands and circling legs worked his way through the ocean and brought him up to the surface. but he didn't float on water. like a buoy or beach ball on the pool. or like anyone who swims. he just... emerged. emerged until his legs were above the water. he didn't float on water, he floated above water. like that one guy father stephen had spoken about everytime he visits the church.
he started to ascend high and higher until he could see the mountains and the land and the houses which have tiny wisps coming out of their chimneys. now this, he thought. this is flying. he can feel the air seeping through his skin, now gentler, almost warm coming from the land, coincide with the seaside air, which felt colder. but the combination made him happy nonetheless. he wanted to fly. if this is his world, he should be flying by now. so he flew all directions. enjoying himself, he felt limitless. limitless? the word struck a lightbulb in his head. didn't he used to hear that before? oh that's right.

whatever whatever about dreams being limitless and there are no boundaries on what you could do as long as you believe in yourself.

who told him that? who knows? he doesn't care. he just knows that those words probably meant something to people. but being limitless, infinite and endless is a concept that made sense to him at that moment. to believe that you could fly. to believe that you could touch the- okay now it's getting corny. he travelled across the air through different parts of the world at high, limitless speed. he could see everything. everything made open to his eyes now that he was above them all. but he wanted to see more. he wanted to wonder about all wonderful things inside his world. but he had seen it all. he flew away on another trail of the wind, now increasing his speed that he was bursting with flames as he busted through all forbidden levels of the sky. huh. as he entered a new level, he assumed that that the world would just keep going. but beyond the sky and the sea, he saw nothing. he wanted to ask the sky and the sea why didn't they stretch their lengths out beyond. but he forgot that this world of his still have functions of the real world and worked according to laws of reality, so the sky and the sea should not speak. but he asked anyway because what the hell, right? he just had a moment where felt "almost" boundless. everything is possible to him now that believes. on what exactly? well just anything that comes to his mind. unsurprised to him, the sky and the sea spoke back. "dude, you're the one that makes up the rules. i don't think we have anything much to say on what you're supposed to do here." so he just shrugged. they said it so it must be true. the first that came to mind was that he felt that everybody has their own share of the world here and they have their own rights to make up whatever they want of this world that he invented with them included. this was before noah explored his own imagination. but he didn't know what they want. he never held a voting. so what he thought best was to let everybody have their own control.

he pondered for a moment. very little time was taken when he meticulously crafted a new world inside his head. not so much to think about, i guess. it's a simple snap and snip. using scissors to cut out the drawn out parts. then a pull chain descended from the above. a pull chain that looked similar to the one that is hanging in the garage of his "real" house. the same rust and discolored spots. the pull chain was attached to nothing from above and the length of the chain stretched above the sky to oblivion. he pulled it. at a snap, the world changed to a different view. the geography was unaffected but the noticeable changes were not just any insignificant tiny things. the color of the ocean appeared to be blue-er. like the ones you'd see at a tropical ocean beach. aqua crystal blue. the sky too, is brighter. the dreary and dull gloomy look of the old sky sported a new look of summer bright and sunny sky. cawing of the birds and gulls, the ships were sailing above the clouds and in the ocean. bubbles coming out of chimneys, road and pathways scattered with flower petals which still hasn't gone out of their color until now, dolphins swimming rows in a harmonious choreography. oh, and there was also a rainbow parade miles away from where noah was hovering. heard that the parade is still going nonstop to this day. to his surprise, this is almost what he expected from everyone in his world to want to have. the world is chaotic enough to be described but the distinction of every parts when formed together made a vast world so complete. it's like when a puzzle of an abstract art with all the puzzle parts in different colors are unbelievable to be connected at first but when you link two connecting pieces to each other, they can form a unified image. this image that represents diversity, colors and freedom. that's what noah get by now.

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