《Mosu, the dreamer》


 Old friend.

    Clock rings as it does every morning. And Mosu turns it off without any toughts as he do everyday. Only for a moment after waking up he can feel that true moment of peace free from constant thoughts.


    Summer break after graduating high school was so relaxing for him after all the stress from school were no more.


    After waking up he just sits on the bed for a solid 10 minutes, without thinking anything. Just relaxing, from the long dreams he gets every night.


    Mosu felt energetic for some reason and instead of staying in home he decided to do morning jog.


    Down the stairs, puts on the shoes, puts on the earphones, wears the hood, opens the door, covers his eyes from the sun with his hands then sees people flying, children throwing water droplets to each other. Without a thought Mosu starts to jog. On the right people race in the sky flying, but they all have different force and particles coming out of them. On the left one man lifts up a whole car without touching it. For Mosu they are all normal. But not so normal for everyone if it was 8 years ago. It all started when an unknown purple cloud appeared on one night everywhere around the globe. Then strange phenomenons started to occur. Such as flames bursting out from people, people suddenly launch into the sky. Apparently since that night humanity got super power that comes from their imaginations.


    This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. But imaginations must be perfect in order to maintain them in the real world and have them physically effect the surroundings. Basically if people wanted fly, they must have the imagination how it feels like to be flying. And how you imagine it determines how you fly too. Flying with low speed and safe won''t require complex imaginations for it. And if you wanted to fly fast you will need to imagine or have experienced the air resistance and gravity much more detailed. And everyone flies different, some just floats, some jumps in the air, some leaps in short distances, some launches themselves.


    But for Mosu, because he dreams a lot he is too exhausted for imagination. And continues to live in the old world.


    Without a single care around his surroundings he continues to jog while listening to music with earphones in the loud morning. Suddenly someone strange pats his shoulder and says something, as he takes the headphones words start to clear bit by bit.


    The stranger:


    Brr...--ow things have been going on?


    He sounds familiar, but Mosu doesn''t remember him.


    The stranger:


    Uhh, really you don''t remember me? I have changed just a bit and you don''t remember me already?


    Mosu finally realized him, it was his middle school friend Chandler. But still doubtfully asks:


    Wait, are you Chandler?


    Stranger replies with small smile:


    Yes, it''s been a long time hasn''t it?


    Mosu:


    Yeah, very long. You changed a lot, how thi-


    Chandler, accidentally interrupts Mosu since there''s a lot of voice outside


    Chandler:


    Follow me let''s hangout a bit.


    Chandler then floats to the sky while waiting for Mosu to follow.


    But Mosu only looks up to Chandler.

 Help.

    When Chandler looked down to Mosu, their eyes connected. And their thoughts too, he knew Mosu wouldn''t follow and can''t. Or even wanted him to... Even if it was loud as every morning only the sound of cool breeze were piercing into the intense yet blank moment of their frozen time. Their black hairs were moving, beam of sun was there to only warm that blank frozen time from the side. Chandler mocked Mosu to the core.


    Mosu with not friendly tone:


    ~Don''t think your joke will work Chandler,.. now. What''s all this fuss about?


    Chandler still from the top, floating:


    ~You remember that night? That purple cloud.


    Of course you do, because you are the only one who got cursed by that unknown phenomenon.


    Mosu:


    ~I have decided I won''t care about that anymore. And I am leaving now.


    Just when Mosu was about to put on his hood and then the earphones back. Chandler lands on the ground front of Mosu just a half a meter, completely stopping Mosu.


    Chandler: I know I have changed, but the fact that I was your friend. Did not change. In fact you have changed a lot, too Mosu. Do you hate that cloud? Did you ever wanted that night to be just a dream?Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    Mosu:


    ~...


    Chandler with soft tone:


    ~...


    ~ I want it to be just a dream, Mosu. For that I need your help. I can help you


    Mosu:


    ~...Enough,.. with that bullshit. You are all the same, it''s not my fault that I couldn''t fly! It''s not my fault that I was not able to. All of you cocky shits were showing off your.. imaginations. For 8 years. I was living completely in other world than you guys. I thought I was fine with living like this, I thought I accepted my fate. All because of that purple night, I.. No. People threw me away. My friends were completely into different things. I couldn''t take part in. How can you understand?!


    Chandler completely took every word of Mosu''s frustration, while looking at his eyes.


    It took solid seven seconds for Mosu to take a big breath and let off the anger, Chandler still looked at Mosu''s ferocious eyes, warming him up. Mosu finally gets back to his mind and gets past Chandler by his right. At this moment Mosu was filled with anger and frustration. And only his earphones and excess amount of running was there to calm him down.


    While running inside his mind, Mosu kept talking to himself all about regret for living like this. At the end of his run he finally accepts his fate and calms down once again. Then heads of to his apartment.


    With bag of noodle and energy drink, Mosu opens the door to his apartment. He spends few hours distracting himself front of a computer.


    He was preparing the noodle as he was finally thinking about morning''s incident. Noises. That was the only interesting thing to Mosu at that moment. Other than noise everything was so bland and boring. He was tired of living like that, tired of that noodle. *Tearing up the bags*, *turning on the oven*, *opening the fridge*, *opening the egg''s container then closing the fridge*, *Chandler''s noise inside his mind saying "I need you help"*, *cracks of eggs shattering inside his hand*. Mosu looks at the mess he made, then tried to clean it up. But he hears Chandler from the computer, again?.