What If?

What if?

What if the sky wasn't blue?
What if the grass wasn't actually greener on the other side?
What if all bad became good?
Would one still look into the starry night the same way?
Would people still always want better?
Would the world become pure?
Or only more simple?

Adam's Version

My Sci-Fi Monster

So, one day a group of explorers wondering through the forest encountered something they never expected. The following is journal entry of one of the men describing it.


Deep in the Amazon rain forest a mysterious shape shifting chicle tree grows high and strong. Every night as the white moon light hits this particular tree, a man springs out of one of the limbs towards the top of the tree. The man doesn't have legs. He is almost like a caterpillar coming out of the tree. His torso is rough like the like bark of the tree. Coming up towards his neck he gets smoother but not shiny. His arms are in proportion with his body and have twigs and leaves coming out all over them. His head is square and bulky. He is sporting a bushy green mustache.His face looks old and worn like leather. His eyes are droopy but twinkle with wisdom. His eye brows seem surprised, which is odd because the rest of his body is so relaxed. His hair is the same shade of green as his mustache. It looks like grape vines. Surrounding him are an array of animals from Toucans to Panthers. The forest floor is covered in ferns and brush. Everywhere else is densely covered in tall trees and bushes. Although the Nocturnus Optimis isn't very easy on the eyes, he still has a very friendly disposition and is helpful to those around him.