AlicexHatter Short Story 4 "I should like to meet her someday," said Alice calmly with an air of nostalgia. He was momentarily taken offguard, and there was an odd pause while his new wife stood to gaze at him steadily.AlicexHatter Short Story 4 in Short Stories More Like This
"—er, who?" They had not been speaking of anyone, and he was thrown off at this interruption of what he was trying to tell her. He hadn't really wanted this conversation, but felt a slight obligation to at least try, in that roundabout way, to explain things to her.
"This mythical woman you speak of." He did not reply to this. "A pale, mincing little creature, with stars in her eyes and naught but pure innocence in her heart, going through the world viewing man as some great distant hero come to save her when she's out walking too far, overly critical, forever shrilly correcting other people's manners, who thinks
These things are certainties He couldn't remember exactly when it had been, but she'd slit his throat one sunny afternoon, and he hadn't really forgotten that part; the image had stuck with him. The way she had held the knife at such a kind angle, so gently between her delicate white fingers, and poured the tea for him at the same time. The blade had slid along under his jaw, ripping through the flesh and into his jugular so gracefully and it had just felt like a nick, just the slightest sting, but it severed the vein and there was no putting that back together.These things are certainties in Short Stories More Like This
The red arc had pitched forth, hit the white tablecloth, blood falling quietly in a wet pattern, droplets staining the sugar in the bowl, and neither of them had turned or acknowledged it. Her arm was covered in it, hot steaming blood making a web that was bright and dark at the same time over her, and she smiled politely and asked if he wanted sugar or lemon. He bled out right there, collapsed on the
AlicexHatter Surprise Kiriban "It's--" he began, but faltered, and then words failed him. But only temporarily. "It's beyond what I am willing to tolerate, which on any given day is quite a great deal, but here and now, I am telling you, this goes beyond the pale and I absolutely will not stand for it."AlicexHatter Surprise Kiriban in Short Stories More Like This
And with that, the Hatter crossed his arms over his lurid mustard-yellow coat with the suede elbow patches and proceeded to silently blow a large stream of bubbles from the bowl of the great curved pipe jutting forth from his mouth, that mouth that usually was sipping tea whilst telling Alice all the latest trends in hatware for dogs or somesuch thing she didn't know what.
The dinner was ended and they were gathered silently and not without awkwardness in the drawing room, where the doors were conspicuously shut up tight and someone was sitting before the fire. Generally, the conversation turned around the man.
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.2Read 13.1 first! This is the second half because dA doesn't allow long chapters to be posted. Sorry for the inconvenience.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If you see Alice in your mind's eye, flying down the low-angled front staircase of the villa, her skirts blown out from behind her in a long train, running steps rhythmic, her form gracefully urgent, her expression anxious and sober, the comparison between her and a princess whose time at the ball has run out ends when Alice's court shoes reached the gravel drive. She awoke then, and turning, saw the place lit with a strange haze; was it the foggy mist in the air, or was the house on fire? There was a fantastic crash, and the lights flickered once, the chandelier having been felled at last. The Hatter had reached one of the lit torches, and she could see him making wide gestures and heard him. Talking to himself.
Got to go back
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 10Part of being sane is being a little bit crazy.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
... as contextually, the beast had no known natural environment, nor do Nightmare Anthropologists have the benefit of understanding the horrific monster's motivations, as no one had come close to staring into the gaping maw of the stomach-churning double fangs and blood-red eyesockets, within which the black seas of infinity eructed gray anticlockwise cyclones of abject misery, that is until came a young man with a destructive instrument we colloquially know as a--
Alice set the book down again with a sigh. She had read the same story over and over, and every book went back to the poem about the boy who slew the Jabberwock, snicker-snack. There was an undetailed relief in the general consensus that the damnable thing was long dead, and yet she could not get off the subject. Every geographic tome, ev
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 9But Terry and Julie cross over the riverSunny Disposish - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where they feel safe and sound
And they dont need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo Sunset
They are in paradise
Waterloo Sunset, The Kinks
It was far too hot.
For some time the sun had come to rest in the skies over the Wonderland, and temperatures she had expected near tea were expressing themselves with precision at dawn, or even before. As if standing before the intense key of an oven in July, Alice was beginning to wonder if it were summer year round in this strange new world.
It could have been a sponge for her brow, the singular fringe springing from where she had pinned it, a few tendrils sticking to her in such a reminiscence of childhood sickness. Alice frowned and
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.
It happens in life that some things really must be considered more than others. It must be considered that Alice felt strange in a new place, and that she felt mixed twinges of doubt and excitement over travel. She did not know what was coming, but the darkening leaves in the cloistered front lawn gave her pause to recognize an air of duality about the place, of dreadful seclusion and delicious closeness. It must be considered that the March Hare was not well in his compact head and believed that the people at the other edge of his table were in league to make Rabbit Coq au Vin for the evening, when truly they only desired to play Baccarat but were unable to
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 22The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of the fool is in the house of mirth.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alice stayed in the hayloft, and days passed in methodical succession, as they are wont to do. However, there were three in particular, right up at the end, that counted more than the others. On the first of these, the cows had been well pleased to see so much of her, and amused, even flattered, at her putting up among them.
"Do you know anything about the Idle Place?" Alice was sitting on a hay ottoman, pulling chunks of cheese off a wheel the size of her hand. The cow closest to her talked over her cud, a bit of chaff poking out from her lip. This one was her favorite, the eldest of the herd and least silly in the head, given though she was to trills of exasperation at the antics of her yo
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 20It is important to realize that any lock can be picked with a big enough hammer.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Alice remembered well the words by which she had parted with the Queen of Hearts, and was currently trying her best not to go into spasms from the effort exerted in keeping her face still and brave. It had been easy enough to call her a fatuous old thing when the end of a corridor was in sight, but here stood the old girl, Amazonian and corpulent as ever, and she was reluctant to remind the Queen of that heady day with thoughtlessness. It was an awkward situation, with the woman making circular strides about her, giv
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 17Half my life is in books' written pagesSunny Disposish - Chapter 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lived and learned from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
Aerosmith, "Dream On"
Quentin certainly liked his books. Alice was thinking on this, passing over the filled shelf-walls inside, a glass of lemonade in hand while the young man in question stood across the room, squinting out the window, careful not to draw too near her lest he make her feel put upon or untoward. He had one hand in his pocket, jingling some coins together ever so often. It smelled like honeysuckle even inside the cabin, but she could see no vases set out, nor any issuance of the climbing vine nearby that she could see.
"Have you read all of these?" she asked, shifting her weight off a squeaky floorboard. "You have so many books that I wonder how you hav
hollowfalling in lovehollow in Free Verse More Like This
is like plucking ribs, and
each time you've fallen
you're another bone closer
to cardiac arrest
letters for dadyou’ve taught me a lot of things.letters for dad in Free Verse More Like This
like how to not make promises
you can’t keep, because
one day all of those words
that have fallen off your lips
the same way people fall
when they’ve hurt too much
will one day be as tangible as those
orphans in all of those novels
you read as a kid, always having
a place to stay
but no home to return to.
but i am writing this poem to tell you
i am not a hero of any novel,
and i remember every single one of them.
like how you said you would use your day off
when i was in the seventh grade
and go fishing.
when my brother asked why
you hadn’t woken at three in the afternoon
i just told him you have forgotten
like you forget a lot of things
because i wanted that to be true.
i remember in the eleventh grade
i told you to go fuck yourself
and go die in a ditch
because you made me feel
like i was nothing
and i wanted to make you feel
like less than nothing, because
you taught me
power is about making others powerless,
about telling ot
4/3/14your words4/3/14 in Free Verse More Like This
and as endearing as
the silence after
nails on a chalkboard
and the voice
that only speaks
when you’re in bed.
your chest rises
like the snapping
of belts on skin,
your lungs compressing
like crushed soda cans——
and it sounds of red
a turning carousel,
like a multitude
to the edge
where they cling
you are no
you are as caged
as a bedframe
of dry bones
that falls over
and your knees
as sturdy and
as abiding as
burn boythere was this boy in the ninth grade that used to call me uglyburn boy in Free Verse More Like This
but all i can really remember is how he wore long sleeves under his t-shirts
and how i didn't understand why, but something was wrong about him
like he held himself wrong under all those fabrics
like a puppet with loose strings. and i can't
understand why, but when this boy's arms moved a little too much
and i saw what was on his wrists just before he tied his strings again
i only heard what my grandma used to say about how
those devils that bother you on the playground can't burn you
like they can burn themselves.
if these devils had mouths
those burns were kisses.
but love hurts.sometimes there are such things as friendsbut love hurts. in Free Verse More Like This
who say they would rather rip their own heart out
than watch you rip out yours, and he kind of
and he was looking at him right now, his hands
in the pockets of his jeans tied like knots, his eyes
open but closed slightly like he was struggling
to look at him, and he looks like he wants to tell him
everything, and probably does have an entire novel in his head,
but he only says, "stop."
but he tells him he wants to stop
but he can't, but god he wants to stop,
but he can't:
"sometimes, i lie in bed with nothing on but
an old pair of sweat pants and i can still
feel her on my skin"---
and he breathes again, and it feels like
his eyes staring back are clenching at his insides,
the corneas like talons, but he opens his mouth
and it feels like he's choking instead---
"sometimes, i breathe but i can't think of
my own breath."---
and suddenly, he is with
the smell of lavender
on the ripple of ocean-sheets, and something
snapped."you willsnapped. in Free Verse More Like This
be my books
open on my bed
with freckled words
bound to your
with stories tucked
into the chapped areas
of your lips, open
your spine crooked
holding your body
to a collection
of sodden bones, like
the soggy pages
of all the stories
you once told me
in the nights so dark
we couldn't read,
above the beating
of the paper and ink
in your chest
where you said
the thing about
what you see
and feel and be
does not have
and the best part
is the stories
will be there
into the pages of
in the end, we will always burn.sometimes i wonder what is it likein the end, we will always burn. in Free Verse More Like This
to be close to things that aren't
meant to be close.
i imagine things with straps at the collar bones, worded at the releasing snap-
cages under shirts a thrashing mess pounding against my temple
alive only when there is hunger playing in our ears so loud
all you can hear is the verbal silence of bone on bone.
SOMETIMES, i imagine it speaks a crescendo of exploding monotones
over leather and the darkness a facade over of our skin:
thighs swollen into what i think is a golden spine under my fingertips,
a strange voice filled with murmurations coming through the black
ready to fill the pregnant silence of friday nights
tucked into reverberating cars in an impending snow-
fingers an absolute touch, burning the coldest of skin,
goose bumps rising into a medley
and sometimes, this voice can say things besides dumb, resounding word vomit
and lies, the reflex of meaningless names and places between our skin and bones,
and it speaks tones of condo
maresometimes i feel likemare in Free Verse More Like This
i want to fly
but i know when i die
i'll wake up
shelf-lifebefore you:shelf-life in Free Verse More Like This
i love you like i love those nights
where it's cool but still too warm
to leave the covers on
when you sleep,
and you can't sleep
over the sound of
black and white re-runs
you leave on your TV,
like little people
rattling in your brain
when you close your eyes,
so you open them
to see this woman with short
curly blonde hair, with porcelain skin
the color of china in moonlight,
her eyes the kind of eyes
that look like liquid glass,
riding high on her thighs,
showing just enough skin where
it's not her
that reminds me of you,
but the way she sleeps
when she knows i'm awake,
but the way her skin
brushes mine like the contours
of a shadow, her fingers cold
and clammy like autumn leaves,
but the way her eyes look at me
like they're not glass, but i am
and her lips-- her thighs
open like books--
--but i cannot say
and i crumble my words
and let them fall to the floor
before the watchful eyes
of your bed.
i will only wake
glass eyeswhen i was a little girl and still lived by the sea, my grandmother used to give me a telescope, sit in her rocking chair on the patio, and watch me.glass eyes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
on this particular day, her skin was reaching a peak of gray. cracks surrounded her icy eyes, her lips frozen into a purse, her back crumbling as if the sky rested on her shoulders. the floor creaked when she walked, and the railing leaned forward when she set her hand on it's spine.
she grasped the telescope in the other, the grays just as gray as her hand, except much more new - silver, more like, with glass at the end for an eye and black rubber circling the front, like the parts of her skirt.
it was folded in on itself, but when she stuck her arthritis-scourged appendages into it, pulling, her kempt, crimson nails clicked the edges and slid it out of its skin. suddenly, it was the length of her arm.
she gave it to me, trusting the weight to my hands, sat in her chair and rocked.
"look into it," she said.
i placed the rubber
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:Can You Accept Me? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now
The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...
They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give
I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending you this letter
If it gets to you, then let me know
Reply to me and tell me clear
Can we still be a family?
Can I hope to have you near?
We've been through hell and I know I've done wrong
I never should have stayed just an angry kid
And now that we have one of our own;
I think I know that I need to quit
So please just give me a second chance
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
Secrets Should be SilentSecrets Should be Silent:Secrets Should be Silent in Free Verse More Like This
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip's fancy.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2013
Stand Up and FightStand Up and Fight:Stand Up and Fight in Free Verse More Like This
What happened to your hopes,
What happened your dreams?
You're sitting here in silence,
You listen to the screams.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight.
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
You used to have a smile,
But then they made it go.
They crushed you in the dirt,
Now you're feelin' really low.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight,
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
The big bullies gang up,
They got their own hang up,
Forget it and man up,
Ya just gotta stand up.
Because this is your life,
Don't throw it away.
Just stand up and fight,
Now let me hear you now say:
"You ain't never gonna bring me down!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 20th February 2012
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
3rd Grade ZenToday, my little brother managed to catch an anole. Mud-green, flabby - I can tell this is one of the old ones. Cupped between life lines, the ancient reptile doesn't even struggle. He just sits - eyes sealed into wrinkled sockets.3rd Grade Zen in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I read somewhere once, that the Daoist masters had no need to fight. When confronted with danger, they simply willed themselves to disappear. Today though, it's too hot to wait around.
"What do you think we should name him?"
"No names buddy. Time to let him go."
spotting a tail
in the crabgrass
Tanka Series 71.Tanka Series 7 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
after a drag
on his cigarette
he starts to talk
asking what he thinks
my little brother explains
how to catch
that I'm alone-
a frost patch
from Buddha's eye
it can't be helped-
my dinner money
in the beggar's hand
the street choir-
in a naked willow
each passing year
more like Mom-
in parade lights
first January rain
a hawk works
today, I contemplate
Haiku Series 31.Haiku Series 3 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the moment I chose
in another dream
all these hands
in a voice from autumn
a face I know
DaybreakIf I kept talking about love, a hundred new combinings would happen, and still I would not say the mystery.Daybreak in Other More Like This
I am in the wind
am under a pink sky
They say all paths lead to Rome
but I am on the dusty road of Marrakesh
I and you
Sky blue you
Mounted against the pyramid of Khufu
a supernatural face
in the vast desert
Serenity and symmetry
a strange juxtaposition
Bagging a tiger has changed meaning.
If there is fighting in the air
we hear none.
This is a song far more ancient.
My lips seek moisture to speak
Are you the sun back lighting the stars?
There is a moment just before you push off the lip.
Eighteen inches between our empire garb
That is for you to fathom
With that you smile
Look for me in the forest of cranes,
where knowing leads to unknowing and back
Senryu Series 41.Senryu Series 4 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
faking a call
to avoid the wino's
passing a porn shop
we talk straight-faced
fired from work
a warm welcome
from the clerk
the new boss hums
we settle for
Tanka Series 31.Tanka Series 3 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and two siblings-
my travel copy
of the Tao
the barrel cactus-
love is like that too, she says
all nurture and sacrifice
mayflies at dusk-
Girl from Ipanema
the Zen garden
taken by rain-
again, I curse myself
in the midday sun-
is also mine
in the throat
of a single
Tanka Series 61.Tanka Series 6 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an old rumor...
in the sugar bag
of the summer crickets-
at the love names
we trade in bed
my wheat crusts
for the birds-
the best I can do
not black enough
to fit in...
a stray dog
as if waiting
to notice her-
must be wifeless
on the front step
nodding to a song
I never liked?
April Tanka Series 130.April Tanka Series 1 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I hum a love song
for her, slightly
in the mayan blue sky
into missing her-
the dead aunt
spoke to me
at her Shakespeare recital-
beyond the words
World Tai Chi Day
in the city park-
the restless cry
of a rain crow-
against my better judgment
I tell her
what I really think
I shift into
the bed space
of my night-mused
to the mantis bosom-
his stepwife cradles
the youngest child
lifting the shirt
high above your head-
in my haste
the mango juice-
of her lipstick
on my favorite
the hollow slap
of a bullfrog's
she spells out for him
that its over
in my thoughts
on a moonlit path-
I've come to expect
Senryu Series 51.Senryu Series 5 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
from taking out the trash-
she dumps him
at the last scene
of "Kill Bill"
she starts a fight
the dog takes both sides
of the bed
after the affair-
we talk about our fears
from the top
of all the times
for a leg cramp!
she straightens my tie
Chapter 1: PAGE 8Exactly on the moment the class timer turned 09.00, the door to the classroom opened again and the teacher walked in. To Dailon´s surprise it was a teacher he had never seen before in his entire time at the academy. While this should not have been strange as there are over fifty thousand teachers, masters and other staff in the Institute, he and Gaikor had made an intensive study towards the staff. Off course it was possible that they missed a few or simply did not remember them, but there was no way they would have missed this person. From the corners of his eyes he noticed Gaikor sat up a few inches straighter then usual and the tips of his fingers seemed to be a bit tighter pressed together, confirming he felt the same way.Chapter 1: PAGE 8 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man who walked in seemed to be dressed quite normally. A black robe, with the golden emblem on his chest and back. Also the sandals were made out of ordinary wood. In fact the one thing that could be said about his clothing was that it was a bit minimal
Chapter 4: Page 9Only slowly he realized the implications. His head felt groggy and his normally sharp mind seemed to be completely drained. Vaguely he noticed that the lantern was still shining brightly, even pulsing, despite not being in contact with anyone anymore. He never even noticed how his left arm seemed to raise itself in the air and started slowly moving towards the lantern as if it was being pulled by an invisible force.Chapter 4: Page 9 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What he saw was Denoples suddenly running towards him, making a furious kicking motion towards him. Dailon flinched instinctively but his body felt as if it was broken and his limbs refused him service.
Acting on base instinct he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for the inevitable kick. He knew it was the most stupid thing to do in such a situation, but he had no energy to fight even this anymore. The pain was overwhelming his thoughts and his instinct overruled his better judgment. Deep down a little voice resonated within him, calling him a coward for accept
Chapter 3: PAGE 5As expected she did not mutter a word, but as she drew her own sword and gave the guards the signal, he could see the torment in her eyes. This was not the kind of order she expected and he knew Kaithleia always found it difficult to kill an unarmed man, let alone kill those who had been her fellow students just a few hours ago. He had to smother this now or it would later endanger everything.Chapter 3: PAGE 5 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Kaithleia,!” He said softly as he hesitantly put his hand on her shoulder. He had always hated to touch other people in such a sickening personal way. “Those are traitors, servants of their masters. What do you think will happen if we let them walk away?” He asked in his normal casual tone, but softer and almost directly into her ears.
For a few moments she said nothing, but the small involuntary twitch told him his approach was working.
“You know what is at stake my dear Kaithleia.” He said, almost making himself sick in the process, as he gently squeezed her
Chapter 2: PAGE 7If only he would have been able to see the man properly he would have been able to verify his suspicion. He had never been good in controlling the energy like many others were. In fact he was so horrible at it that even the teachers were astounded by it. Normally if a person could not use the energy within it meant that they simple did not have enough, but Dailon seemed to be the opposite. His ability to sense the energy in all its forms though was one of the highest, so it was not his control or senses that prohibited him using energy outside his body. Not even the teachers and experts at the Institute could figure out why he was completely unable to use it.Chapter 2: PAGE 7 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dailon himself could not figure it out either, despite having studied it for a long time, as he would have loved to be a battle mage, considered to be the highest battle rank. However no matter how much he tried the fact remained that whenever he summoned energy outside his body, it just exploded almost immediately.
Chapter 3: PAGE 2Tempering his speed he pulled out one of his black cigarettes and waved a small magic sign in mid air with his right index finger. As the spell took effect the wind in his face vanished and still smiling he lit his cigarette. `I still think that is the most useful spell I ever invented.´ He thought ironically to himself as he inhaled deeply, while continuing to run.Chapter 3: PAGE 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even with his reduced speed he reached the gates well before darkness fell, although the position of the sun indicated it was not too far away either.
To his surprise the woman was already waiting, dressed in a new spectacular outfit that she apparently thought would be fitting as the new Magister of the Institute. Even to him it seemed a bit wrong to wear such a beautiful dress while standing among the hundreds of bodies lying around. Belonging to either those dead or those busy dying at the very moment.
“Hello Kaithleia.” He said with a smile as he walked to her, casually waving with his hands.
Chapter 4: Page 10When Dailon woke up again he still felt exhausted, his entire body sore and damp, but at least he seemed to feel a bit better. Or so he thought at least. He could not remember exactly what happened before he passed out. As he slept his mind had been plagued by some very disturbing nightmares that seemed incredibly real to him. Dailon did not know where reality had ended and his nightmares begun, which was more frightening than the nightmares themselves.Chapter 4: Page 10 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He tried to sit up straight while rubbing the sides of his head, as if massaging them would make his brain proper again, but before he could erect his upper body completely something pushed him down rather hard.
A jolt of pain shot through his chest, but as he was trained he embraced the pain and let it glide of, preventing any sign of weakness. Instead he mustered an angry frown upon his face as he looked up to see what had pushed him down. “Don´t move!” Gaikor said with a cold tone of voice as he kept pressing on his
Chapter 1: PAGE 4While Gaikor did not know much, there was for a moment a glimpse of real emotion in his eyes and words as he explained. The older boy explained that until now he had never met another person who could see the fortress above their heads. Not even the teachers would answer him when he asked, so the thought had slowly seeded itself in the corners of his mind that he was going crazy.Chapter 1: PAGE 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the time Dailon did not realize how important it must have been to be able to share this ‘secret’, though as time passed on and he found himself surrounded by other who could not see it made him realize how bad it must have been.
In the Institute there was no time for much thinking though as he found out during his first few weeks.
It would have been hard to describe the Institute. It was neither a school nor a trainings ground, yet it was both at the same time. Perhaps the best description would be that it was a giant sorting device. Every week a person would be taught about the world and be tr
Chapter 1: PAGE 7As he walked into the classroom he noticed only a few familiar faces. The second thing he noticed was that while the classroom could fit easily three hundred students, there were less then twenty five -only 21 Dailon concluded after a quick head count- students in the room. This was odd for several reasons. The first being that it stood directly in line of efficiency which was one of the main factors in the Institute.Chapter 1: PAGE 7 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The other was that he knew none of those people, except Gaikor who rose last year to the rank of number one in the Sincara group and two others from that group. Considering that he had fought everyone at least once during the last year or watched them fight, this meant they could not be from their department.
Suspecting this might be another yet another test, though he could not imagine which kind, he masked any feelings in his face and casually walked towards the empty spot next to Gaikor.
“Interesting.” He simply said to his friend as he sat down next to him
Chapter 1: PAGE 6It became even worse when Dailon was promoted to the first grade before the year was over. Already he was considered the biggest legend that had ever walked through the school.Chapter 1: PAGE 6 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The weird thing was that he thought it was all weird. He knew that he was good in combat and his did have a knack for military strategy, but he knew there were still far better people out there. During a practice he had once fought against Jukio, a seventeen year old boy who was also considered a prodigy. The fight did not even last thirty seconds and Dailon spend the night in the hospital with two broken ribs, a cracked skull and a severe concussion.
When they met the next week during the tournament though Jukio was not a shadow of himself and his punches almost seemed hollow. Off course he complained after wards that the fight had been a farce and that his opponent must have been sick, but the boy denounced all his allegations and congratulated him grudgingly with his victory.
Somehow this seemed to happen a l
Chapter 3: PAGE 8While walking to the gate he looked at himself, judging the blood all over his clothing and body. He wondered if it would be enough to convince Denoples and the others that he tried to save the Institute but failed. The blood was real enough he thought, but otherwise he was too clean. Once he would be half way through he should probably see to that, he thought to himself as the fingers on his right hand played with a tiny obsidian dagger he had strapped to his right leg.Chapter 3: PAGE 8 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before he could leave though Kaithleia suddenly ran past him and stopped straight in front of him. Her face was a mixture of sadness and hopes as she looked at him. Still with tears in her eyes she asked him if he couldn´t stay a while longer to help her set things up at the Institute.
Even if he would have had the tiniest urge to stay he knew he could not afford to waste time here. Besides he knew he would hurt her if he were to stay.
“Kaithleia you know I can´t stay.” He replied casually as he