Blue BlanketsIt rains tonight
Life is a black and white movie
The gutters are wet, reflecting the neon
Red letters and below them some blue
marketing a brand of beer which tastes like pee
One letter missing
If fizzes and spatter static
And the stray cat hails the sound
Beleiving it an enemy
But there's no enemies here
And old memories
Stored away dreams in a cupboard
Crashed sagas like trojans on a harddrive
Allahs prison is that old computer in the closet
A PC from 96 with the plug pulled
And the hull yellowed by time
The dustworms live there now
Checking their email
Cuddling up for the night
Borrowing our memories
And giving them back
Retold like fan fiction
of outgrown old religions
and gossip of yesterdays stars
those lies which were our blue blankets
in that childhood we don't want to return to
It rains tonight
Life is a black and white movie
Michael Jackson is dead
And so is Marilyn and Elvis
The Loch Ness Monster has gone missing
The Alien returned with his saucer
The riddle of the Labyrinth 1.Kisses and strangeThe riddle of the LabyrinthThe riddle of the Labyrinth 1.Kisses and strange1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Inspired somehow by the movie Labyrinth featuring David Bowie as the daemon king Jareth. But what started out as a mere fanfic soon became something else, more original. But I still kept Sarah and Jareth as a sentimental gesture to what this one once was, even if so much else, including both their roles, is changed.
1. Kisses and strange artefacts
Everything felt smooth, soft and calm in the orange light of the sinking sun. The Island of Alozzia stretched out across the sea like a sea lion sunning itself on the rocks. It was hilly and green with great rounded boulders jutting up through the lush jungles and white sandy beaches. Ternilia was lighting the lamps on the front porch when Lord Orinian walked up the steps, the small sounds of clinking of his armors as a counterpoint to the creaking of the wooden steps. The firelight brought out the strands of reddish gold in his long black hair and the bronze of his skin. He walked up to his
The riddle of the Labyrinth 4. A father inprisonedSarah nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw legs appear next to her own jeans clad ones. Stopping her shoegazing, she turned and spotted a stranger sitting down next to her on the low bench, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Sarah hadn't expected anyone else coming to this corner of the garden. Not in the middle of the afternoon, where everyone else was presumed to be in school or at work, save for her, skipping school partly because of not having done her chemistry homework and partly to get some time to think. And the old lady living on the first floor did seldom venture out this far in the garden.The riddle of the Labyrinth 4. A father inprisoned1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh dear. I'm sorry to cause such a stir," the visiting woman said with a perky smile of the kind that was melting her smart features into the very picture of warmth, her glittering eyes holding a unique, almost iridescent color of verdant green that only presents itself in the new leaves of spring.
"Who are you?" Sarah, having been caught off-guard, had lost her grasp
Patient ZeroIt wasn't aliens they hid at Area 51…Patient Zero2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cliwe Brenning sat in the living partition of his mobile home, listening to the sandstorm raging outside of his confined compartment, while staring at the text he was scrolling through on his laptop; proof reading it one more time, before he was going to send it off to the paper. The Interview with Dr. Alison Sinclair, expert on means for biological warfare. According to her the biological agents used in biological weapons could often be manufactured quickly and easily. The primary difficulty was not the production of the biological agent but the delivery system in an effective form to a vulnerable target. According to her, any idiot could make anthrax, there were even recipes found on the net.
So then why all this secrecy? What had they been hiding in the infamous Area 51 at Groom Lake alias Homey Airport for so many years while urban myths and legends had been flourishing like weed in the society? Was it a crashed alien space ship c
Interlude - AresThe monstrosity lunged itself at the much smaller being who swiftly jumped to the side, spun around on a heel and lashed out with his sharp sword, slicing up a large portion of the beast's side. In response the beast growled and turned, big clawed paws trying to reach its foe. But he was nowhere near anymore, within moments he had danced to the other side and was attacking again, now using a second blade to inflict an almost identical wound on the beast's right flank. Once more was the beast grabbing for the swordfighter, struggling to predict the next move. Far from easy, this very fighter never performed the same stunt twice, at least not in the same battle. Instead he dived down and with a war-cry he slid close to the beast and stabbed almost vertically with both blades at the same time, wounding the beast in the belly. Wounding it fatally, pulling out bowels as he withdrew his weapons. With a quick move he backed off, both to avoid the beast's swinging fists and the same's stinkingInterlude - Ares1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The riddle of the Labyrinth 3. Something out thereEven when she slept, she was awake.The riddle of the Labyrinth 3. Something out there1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The mind of a Celestian Mechatronic Cyborg was comprised of a network of constantly firing electrical synaptic pulses that connected the multiple processors required to operate a being as complex as she was. And it wasn't prone to going offline. At least not completely.
She often wondered if the mental activities occurring while she was in a state of sleep were akin to the dreaming minds of those who were not machines. Those often referred to as Organics or Breathers, depending on how polite you were intending to be. She never dreamed of walks on the beach, monsters lurking among the shadows or about giving speeches in the nude. Unlike the dreams of Breathers, her thought processes were, what she liked to boast, much more logical. Rational. She could spend an entire recharge session working on a calculation needed for forecasting the weather over the nearest fortnight, or analyzing the influx and outflux of commuters in the city of Ondea's gigantic s
Echoes from the pastThe rain was falling from a sky the colour of dirty linen, and the windy air was chilly, heralding the impending fall season. Aphrodite was defying the elements though, walking the beach and letting the chilly waves kiss her bare feet, the foam making temporary ornaments around her ankles before returning to its home element. She knew she had to move on soon. After almost thirty years in Mycenae she was having a harder and harder time to pretend she was 'just another mortal.' Being 22 nobody cared that she was unmarried and just a little bit more than ordinarily clever. But now, when she was supposedly fifty, it had become an entirely different matter, and way harder to pretend.Echoes from the past3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had become appreciated for always being able to take care of those she loved and the godchildren she had acquired when Lilo, Chrysante and other friends had had children. So over the years people had started to want to 'return the favour' trying to date Aphrodite with whatever men there were around. Truth w
The riddle of the Labyrinth 5. Words to the kingKing Angarian progressed with an easy stride across the palace's main practice yard, the steel-clad toes of his knee-high dark brown leather boots kicking up whorls of dust from the bare patches of dirt scattered between clumps of dry brown grass. He carried a composite sword in his right hand; his left was free. Practice today was with single swords alone and shields not permitted. He was dressed in a burgundy leather jerkin under a half-sleeved shirt of chain mail of the same semi-transparent, light-gray composite, leaving his lower arms bare. His flaxen, shoulder-length hair was covered by a plain helm with flared cheek-guards.The riddle of the Labyrinth 5. Words to the king11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The heat was stifling, like the hot breath from an oven, but Angarian did his best to ignore it. Instead he focused on his opponent. Anything else - the youths and soldiers talking and sparring in other parts of the yard, the clacking sound of composite striking composite, or a grunt as someone took a blow - was a distraction he could not afford.
The riddle of the Labyrinth 2. A solitary kingSarah stood in her den by the circular window, watching Doris climb into her father's car and then taking off down the lane and towards the youth disco, which she was not allowed to attend. As the red lights of the Toyota disappeared behind the neighboring building, Sarah felt a strange mix of anger and shame burn upon her cheeks as she gazed out in the deep blue light of the October evening. Stars were beginning to come out and a cheese-yellow vaning moon rubbed its belly against the rooftop of one of the houses on the other side of the lane. A bus rolled by and a gray cat patrolled the wall, otherwise absolutely nothing was happening out there. With a sigh Sarah took a step back and slumped down in her bean bag, pushed out her feet and craned her neck to stare into the ceiling instead, trying to count the twig marks for what time in order she did not know. Just as with the stars did she lose count. They were simply too many and too disordered.The riddle of the Labyrinth 2. A solitary king1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Why weren't she permitted to go to that
The riddle of the Labyrinth 13 - SaphiraTwo livery clad servants bowed deeply before they slid to the sides with the flowing grace of dancers and placed white-glowed hands on shiny brass doorknobs, opening up one large, paneled oak door each, admitting Sarah and her mother into a large and sumptuous ballroom of a kind that could put Buckingham Palace to shame. It was about five normal stories up to the cross-vaulted ceiling which was painted like a starry sky in blues and gold. The vaults were carried by slender pillars made by some kind of glittering transparent material, lit from inside by a shifting spectra of rainbow colours which spilled out and reflected against the polished marble floor in a dazzling carnival of hues. In divergence the walls were calmingly white and hung with large works of art, some classic, others of the modern kind still others impossible to classify. Through high and pointy windows on their right hand, the last dying embers of daylight spilled in, failing to compete with the profusion of glitterinThe riddle of the Labyrinth 13 - Saphira7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The riddle of the Labyrinth 15 - EavesdroppingAfter five – or was it seven enjoyable dishes – the extravagant banquet was coming to an end and Sarah was beginning to feel exhausted. The airless heat in the room, generated by too many people and too many candles embraced her like a soft and clammy cocoon, making her almost drowsy. There were old-school spinning fans mounted in the ceiling, ornate and gleaming brass fixtures, but they didn't seem to help a lot. She could kill for some fresh air right now, she felt while resting her head upon her knuckles and listening to Chervin. He was telling an essentially interesting story about his home Alozzia on Taronda. That exotic planet was located in a universe far older than this one or Earth's or any other among the Seven Cosmoses and on any other occasion he would have held her captivated, yet now she had a hard time focusing.The riddle of the Labyrinth 15 - Eavesdropping6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Tormenius!" High King Angarian suddenly called, lifting his empty goblet. Most of the nearby guests quieted as the outburst cut like a thunderclap t
The riddle of the Labyrinth 14 - The BanquetSoon enough every guest stood expectantly behind their chair. Sarah saw Julianne three chairs away from her, conversing a handsome gentleman with thin murrey braids falling over his shoulders and down his obsidian suite. He was tall and wide-chested, however he looked weighted down as if he had been carrying a lot on his shoulders for a lengthier time. Next to him stood a tall and pale lady with make up in an elaborated style and her hair dyed blue and decorated with pearls and oyster feathers. She was dressed in a likewise blue silk gown endowed with sequins and lace and while her bosom was high, her waist was so small that Sarah held no doubt that most of the men would be able to lay their hands around it and having their fingers converging.The riddle of the Labyrinth 14 - The Banquet7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To the blue-haired lady's right, Sarah noted a funny little dwarf who had jester written all over him. He was outfitted in a red and green checkered dress and had hair like Albert Einstein and bronze rings in his disproportionally large ear lobes
The riddle of the Labyrinth 6. Alien matterLord Orinian of Alozzia made his passage down the long gallery, not bothering with either the elaborated elegance of the interior decorations or the people who stopped what they were doing to stare at his unusual appearance. He didn't look twice at the high, thin pillars of synthetic diamond and gold, lit from inside by warm full-spectral light. Nor was he impressed by the high, pointy and gold-mullioned windows, partly in stained glass, from where the sun streamed in and bounced off the polished floor of elaborated mosaics depicting fractals and meandering abstract patterns. He had seen it all before, plenty of times. His junior colleague, High King Angarian was a man who loved opulence, almost in absurdum, he was an ardent collector who filled his palace with furniture, rugs, chandeliers and the finest of arts and sculptures and every time Orinian visited Whitehall did Angarian have something new to present. The overall affect was an abode of power and privilege, just what one wouldThe riddle of the Labyrinth 6. Alien matter11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
The riddle of the Labyrinth7 A dedication for lifeDaylight was waning, deepening the azure sky to indigo as the afternoon moved on into evening and the harsh Thulean winter wind blew flakes of crystalized snow towards the window, building up small and delicate heaps of glittering powder against the glass. The storm was departing now, vacating the empyrean for what promised to be a magnificent sunset. Curving from the right, then ahead and up high, before being attenuated to nothing by distance, the scintillating argent planetary ring seemed an artefact, having been shepherded into neat disks by the larger chunks remaining from whatever cataclysm had shattered the unfortunate satellite.The riddle of the Labyrinth7 A dedication for life10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the warmth indoors Cleanthia sat in her armchair, her forehead resting against the cold glass. It reflected her deep lapis-lazuli colored irises as she gazed with a disconnected yearning towards the city street several stories below. Down there people were passing by in their thick winter attire, clinging to one another against the bitter frost and s
The riddle of the Labyrinth 12 - The FacelessWhile listening to the undistinguished noise of shower water in the bathroom, Antolas turned toward the window and looked out into the lush beauty of the Whitehall Park, really seeing nothing except the image of Cynthia, his beautiful, bright, energetic wife. The one Regular who had perceived him – and loved him in spite of his ephemeral nature. In his powerful position, Antolas had his choice of women, but in spite of her race, Cynthia had seen the way to capture his heart fully and completely. He missed her – the loss of her still didn't seem real. Fuliginous sorrow soon grew to overwhelming feelings of guilt. She had been a Regular and he had known it all the time that she would wither away from him and die within 18 Lealian years. Regulars seldom lived past 25 of them. Still he had a hard time bearing the loss, especially as Cleanthia had grown up to resemble Cynthia to such a painful extent.The riddle of the Labyrinth 12 - The Faceless7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Baby Cleanthia had been a beauty. Her eyes were blue, almost like a Thu
The riddle of the Labyrinth 1010. A revolution in a faraway landThe riddle of the Labyrinth 109 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On Friday afternoon Sarah was quick to leave school; she dashed the last few blocks from the bus stop, flew across the front yard and leapt up the stairs to the third-floor flat. She had used her savings to purchase a nice, red dress for the Hallow Ewe Fiesta. On sale, in a supermarket store, but that was the best she could do on such a short notice and her mother didn't want to disburse one extra nickel on dressing up. Julianne had really never done that, save for making sure she looked smart when going off to work.
The moment Sara arrived home, she threw off her regular clothes and jumped into the shower, where she made sure every nook and cranny of her body became prudently cleaned, let the hot jet stream baptize her into a woman – a party-goer. Then she took the time to put on some make-up. Nothing fancy, her mother was very clear with her opinion of 'painted girls' as she called them. But some mascara and eye-liner, rouge on
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
The riddle of the Labyrinth 11 - Whitehall"Saphira?" High King Angarian mused while his solicitous blue eyes shifted from Lord Orinian to his Cyborg agent Atrey and back again. "A daughter of Reikan? I wonder where that old bastard might've squirreled her away all those years. His significant other was Lady Julianne, who divorced him after the slipshod insurrection. The ill-faithed woman chose exile, and left for Earth. That's about as much as I know about her."The riddle of the Labyrinth 11 - Whitehall8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They had sat down in a Royal Longue, where the bright midmorning sun was shining in through large, round windows, bringing out hues and shades in the smoothly elegant, dominantly white furnishing and adding gently saturated depths to the calming blue walls which displayed hints at sea-inspired murals. The exquisite rays glittered, fractured and decayed into green in the water of an aquarium were the most brightly coloured, exotic fishes were indolently swimming about. This lofty place of lenient and comfortable less-is-more elegance was quite a bit more casual than Ang
The riddle of the Labyrinth 8 - The ambassador andThe ambassador and the queenThe riddle of the Labyrinth 8 - The ambassador and10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The queen of Terandabar watched the hazy city rocking in the distance; though in truth it wasn't the landmass, but the ship tipping beneath her feet. The Carcharodon was one of Terandabar's fastest vessels, lithe and narrow with great yellow sails catching the strong Meltemi and converting it into velocity. Queen Sarentona stood steady on the prow, clutching the Titanium railing with anticipation, her free-falling raven hair fluttering in the wind like a banner. To the fish and sea elves who looked up at her through the waves, she seemed to be perched on the head of the great sea-lizard which served as the ship's figurehead, its tusks spearing foremost through the salty air. The queen knew the other rulers would send ambassadors to Eralda on Lealia, the wealthiest and most powerful of all the nations both since they feared the might of High King Angarian and because they couldn't face the terrible truth of the situation without some diplomat to softe
The riddle of the Labyrinth 9 - CluelessThe cross-vaulted ceiling was whitewashed, the lighting hanging down bounced off soft burgundy walls warming the room; deep red booths lined one side of the wall while the counter seats had worn black leather. This wasn't one of those cheesy suburban taverns. This one played off the dark woods from the moldings, counters, tables and bronze hardware beautifully, the floors in a black and off white pattern fit seamlessly, the whole place gave it an aged sort of vintage look. Lord Orinian had found this particular diner ages ago and since then he had always visited it when he was in Eralda, sometimes difficult given his profession. Tonight the place wasn't crowded, just a few booths had been occupied and even less people sat at the counter, most of them giving off the impression as regulars – inventory more or less rooted to the furnishing.The riddle of the Labyrinth 9 - Clueless9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Orinian had placed himself in the bar, a magic field of anonymity spun across his shoulders and forehead, a glass of Earth Whisky in front of hi
The riddle of the Labyrinth 20 - AttackSarah was trailing a bit behind Doris and Mary on the way to the school bus that sunny and serene Monday morning. The weather was lovely and she took time to enjoy it in partial solitude. It wasn't warm enough to still call it summer, however it was a certain tang of soft mellowness to the air and the yellow leaves on the ground looked brighter than usual, the birdsong sounding merrier. There were no traces of that discrete crispiness that signified the autumn season. Something was different, but she wasn't really sure yet what – but the air felt effervescent, brimming with the potential for mystery, adventure and terror. Perhaps it was due to the fragments of unusual dreams which lingered like sticky cob webs in the bends of her brain. Whiteout and indistinct phantasmagorias of the Whitehall Palace, of Jareth and of music. A faint recollection of having danced with the blonde man.The riddle of the Labyrinth 20 - Attack3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just as she thought she had got a hold on one of those remaining little slices of another existence
Hasten to hear meHasten if you hear the whisperHasten to hear me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Answer swift the call
I feel myself disappear
Behind a glass wall
Seeing the reflections
On the lit up glass
Hearing lost inflections
Of things from the past
The candles burn lower
As the eyes grow dim
Watch the world get colder
Something deep within
I looked into the dark
To see what I could find
Seething evil stark
Deep within that mind
Trouble always finds me
When I long to sleep
Visions they assault me
Of things I'd hate to meet
When the path runs colder
And the sky goes dark to black
I'll let the fires smolder
For the one who has my back
The matchmaker"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Aphrodite whispered to herself while holding the wedding invitation in her hand. It wasn't so much about attending a wedding, even if that always was fun, but about Lilo and Evander getting married. She - Aphrodite - was the one who had blind dated them less than a year ago, knowing they both needed someone special in their lives and that the other one might be a good match. So she had done her thing, talking first to her colleague Lilo about the exciting new bachelor who had moved in next door to her and then to Evander about the cute girl working at the major's office. It had taken some persuasion of course, Lilo was still mourning her fiancée who had died in the war and Evander seemed like one of these stubborn men who didn't take advice that easily. But Aphrodite was even more stubborn since she knew these two would hit off well.The matchmaker4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If you'd ask her how she knew that, she would just shrug and call it a 'gut feeling thing'. And if you'd push her she'd say som