I have been working with VR previously. Due to the nature of VR works, which only make sense when the audience is physically present in the VR space, I decided to post some of my stories that I wrote recently. They should serve the similar purpose. Hope you enjoy them!
[1]
Once upon a time, there was a butterfly.
It got banished from the village of butterflies.
For the reason of it used to be a caterpillar.
[2]
Once upon a time, there was a cloud.
It was floating in the sky.
Tom saw it and said:
“Look! There is a horse in the sky!”
James saw it and said:
“No! There is a fish in the sky!”
Mark saw it and said:
“Both of you are wrong! There is a puppy in the sky!”
Tom questioned James,
“It obviously has four legs. Why do you say it is a fish?”
Mark agreed with Tom,
“It obviously has four legs.”
James said,
“Those are not legs. That’s the fin of a fish. Besides! Horse and dog both have four legs. Why one of you say it is a horse and another say it is a dog?”
Mark agreed with James,
“Horse and dog both have four legs. Why do you say it is a horse, not a dog?”
Three of them ran into a fierce quarrel. After a long time, Mary came over. She saw three of them arguing, she asked,
“What are you guys arguing about?”
“We are debating what exactly is floating in the sky.”
So Mary looked up, and said,
“But there is nothing in the sky.”
Tom, James, and Mark raised their heads. That cloud was blowed away into nowhere by the wind long time ago.
So they gave up on the debate and went home.
[3]
Once upon a time, there was an elevator.
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door,
It opened its door,
It closed its door.
[4]
While waiting for the subway this morning, I heard a conversation. On the platform of the morning rush, a man asked a woman,
“What do you want to do after you die?”
The woman thought about it and said,
“Buy a big house and raise a lot of pandas at home. How about you?”
“I want to open a consulting office to help the ants solve their unemployment issues.”
A man beside them heard their conversation. He moved closer and said,
“Yo man, I also want to do this after death. We can start a company together after we die!”
Not far away, two men and two women heard the conversation. So they began to discuss what they wanted to do after death as well.
“After I die I want to help the pot defeat the shovel!”
“After I die I want to run for president of chopsticks. I want to improve the social structure of chopsticks.”
A small group of young people next to them also heard the conversation, and they started to talk about this topic as well.
“After I die I want to be a free line of code on the Internet.”
“After I die I want to travel all around the table.”
This topic of “what do you want to do after death” spread across the platform like an infectious disease. The silent, lifeless platform suddenly became lively. Everyone was talking and laughing, with hope and happiness coving their faces.
A young man suddenly stood out, talking in a passionate tone,
”My Friends, we should take action! Now is the time! Let’s make our dream come true!”
The lively platform was suddenly quiet. Three seconds later, thunderous applause erupted on the platform. The train was arriving. People jumped into the railroad tracks one by one. Everyone’s face was filled with excitement and hope. When the train stopped, I was the only one left on the platform.
Since I hadn’t figured out what I wanted to do after my death, I couldn’t keep up with everyone. Without any choice, I could only get in the train, and heading to wherever I supposed to go.
All texts were originally written in Chinese.