Post by mra on Jan 4, 2009 12:38:02 GMT -5
it's the city of blinding lights and one of the busiest places on earth; new york city. there are eight million people in the city alone and now you're one of them, blending in to the fabric of metropolitan life seemlessly, or perhaps not so well depending on how well adapted you are to becoming a nobody. it's been established magic doesn't happen; at least, not in the literal sense anymore, but sometimes you'll be someone that burns so brightly, you could almost swear they're not entirely human, before you realise it's only your mind playing tricks on you. but for a moment, there's prince charming and cinderella and the big bad wolf and peter pan, all surrounding you in a city that sparkles in the moonlight and glistens in the sun. fairytales don't happen anymore of course; that's something you grow out of around the age of fourteen when you realise you might not get a happily ever after despite what your mother used to tell you. but sometimes, even when working on the seventeenth floor when the air conditioning's out of order and nine to five feels like a life sentence, you swear there's still the slightest bit of fairydust lingering in the air.
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