Creative writing

https://www.newschoolers.com/news/read/Flying-Houses-Floating-Sky

Ever since the revolution, those who hadn’t been taken had fled to the skies. It had been years since more than a few people had seen the ground, the few who had seen the ground didn’t come back sane. The guards thought that living in the sky, with no other communication, was punishment enough, as anyone who hadn’t caught a house to the skies was imprisoned or was on the run from the guards. They would send us up baskets of food, with the pulleys, according to how many people we had here. What they didn’t know was that we were all constructing bridges to reach each other, and the kids constructed their own pulleys to share and deliver letters according to where they needed to be sent, all of the homes were in a giant ring, so the pulleys were perfect for that sort of thing.

Some days the loneliness got to us all and we slept through entire days at a time and maybe even more. No one kept a calendar, nobody knew the what day it was anymore. Sure, things can get boring, but one-day things changed.