Sunny Disposish - Chapter 16Lo, all the air is strange unto mine eyes,Sunny Disposish - Chapter 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lo, all the stars are dead;
Only the moon appeareth overhead
As one that dies.
"Aubade," from The Book of Jade by David Park Barnitz
It's four o'clock and all's not well
in my private circle of Hell
I contemplate my navel hair
and slowly slide into despair
The Divine Comedy, "Through a Long and Sleepless Night"
In the dark room the woman watched the man working. His sleeves were rolled and he compulsively reached up with the crook of his elbow—for both his hands were busy—to brush away both imaginary sweat, very real and justified anxiety, and thirdly the hair out of his eyes. She remained silent as she could, putting her energy into quieting her pacing footsteps. Back and forth, back and forth, her neck was beginning to hurt from
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 15Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting-grounds. He will hunt among these hills during the next moon, so he has told me.
Now that she was in his house--for though her name was on the title and deed and legally the place was erstwhile the Hatter's, she firmly believed it was still his--Alice trod very carefully, for she was feeling uncertain about all this. It wasn't that she didn't feel proper or polite going through his things, for surely the Hatter would understand--wherever he was--that it was quite necessary for her to search his house, as his eponymous hat was nowher
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.1Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector. It encourages a man to be expansive, even reckless, while lie detectors are only a challenge to tell lies successfully.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alice was not really the sort of girl who publicly participated in that peculiar sport known as goggling like a cod, which made her open-mouthed surprise upon her alighting into the marble entryway all the more archly enjoyable for the Hatter, who really began secretly to triumph when the apples of her cheeks appeared brightly and she smiled rhapsodic, actually showing her teeth for the first time since he'd seen her. She let loose the silk ruched opera cloak hooded about her and promptly forgot its existence as it was spirited safely away.
Everything for a ball becomes elevated into an excess we welcome with open arms, for gloves are not mere gloves but opera gloves, and great coats must be Inver
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 6I like this place, and willingly could waste time in it.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was very little to give Alice reason for counting the daysdays spent crossed between sunny repose and quiet revelation on the sheer volume of life's subtleties she had not had the capacity to pick apart as a child in the Wonderland. One could spend the whole day watching dragonflies skim along the reeds in a garden before realizing that they were holding court. The rewards of paying attention to the smallest details only came to her when she didn't realize that she was being observant, and this kept our heroine quite occupied. Thankfully it was an easy affair, keeping house where she did, for everything was sent by delivery and she had want of nothing besides diverting company and excellent conversation. These, of course, came in half-shares and confusing roundabouts, but she was pleased nonetheless to have gone for some time without conf
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 5 Sometimes when we sleep we believe the most absurd things happen. What we usually are relieved to find, however, is that when we awaken we have not been enslaved by large spiders, or that we are not somehow deeply in debt owing to a bad bet at the roulette table, or even that we suddenly decided to free ourselves of the societal and physical restraints of clothing and have bared all to anyone who cares to look. Sometimes, less usually, we are not so relieved, even crestfallen or disappointed. Perhaps we dreamt we won the lottery, or found true love, or crowned ourselves leader of the immediate surrounding area.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was with less relief than she would have liked that Alice found herself staring at the ceiling of a spare bedroom in the March Hare's cottage the next morning. It was a nice ceiling, to be sure, something of a shade fair between g
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 4Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the sun's reflection over the curvature of the landscape made its final curtain call, crickets began tuning for their nightly symphony, and the trees rustled with the sound of birds tucking up for an evening's repose. Before the Chair could strike its first A, however, a rich and round voice echoed throughout, singing quite unabashedly and without fear of judgement unto itself. The crickets fell perfectly but momentarily silent out of stunned respect, as if an operatic genius had maddeningly decided to begin the performance before the crowd was fully seated.
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why!
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 30Genius hath electric powerSunny Disposish - Chapter 30 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
which earth can never tame,
Bright suns may scorch and dark clouds lower,
Its flash is still the same.
Lydia M. Child
They both waited through several breaths while he steadied himself, sitting back on the couch with closed eyes. Alice put another log on the fire and considered ringing for tea.
“The thing of it is,” continued the Hatter upon rousing himself and pressing a fingertip into the tight line between his eyebrows, “I rather wish we could just drop ourselves in medias res to this whole thing, because it’s quite trying to describe it to someone outside my own self. It might not be the thing to simply say so directly, though perhaps it is and perhaps I’m just not very good at telling it.” But he looked unconvinced by any of this.
AlicexHatter Short Story 7Maple Leaf RagAlicexHatter Short Story 7 in Short Stories More Like This
He had bought a pianothat much Alice could tell on the final turn in the walk, for she and probably most of the Tulgey Wood had been able to hear it for what seemed like miles, especially since she'd seen some birds retreating to respectable ground with deeply offended expressions, but she was startled to see, as the little gate clacked shut behind her, that he wasn't playing it. Well, sort of. It banged and jangled away, sounding melodic in a cheap but somehow lush and bubblier-than-bubbly way, the keys bouncing in an eerie rhythm, but there was no one tickling them. Instead, the Hatter was furiously pumping away at the pedals, holding positively ecstatic court over the whole thing, in such a rapturous light that for a moment he danced his fingers a foot above the ivories, miming their movements as though attached by strings.
The Hare, meanwhile,
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 25Once I cut my handSunny Disposish - Chapter 25 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But the wound was not part of me
Now I'm a man
There's a wound at the heart of me
The Apples in Stereo, "Stream Running Over"
In the morning Alice found him waiting for her down in the kitchen, pacing carefully, as though to be sure of his burgeoning lucidity. He turned to regard her, there motionless on the bottom step, and she took her hand from the staircase wall to run her thumb over her knuckles, unsure of what to say. They both stood in an awkward silence for nearly more than a minute, which is much longer than it sounds, even though neither of them was counting. He took a breath and sighed, beginning to pace again.
"Sit down," he said in a low voice, and she did, but did not take her eyes away from his rumpled figure, which kept apace, back and forth, back and forth, until
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 23Don't want to bother you, babySunny Disposish - Chapter 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But I'm bleeding too
Are you needing me like I'm needing you?
Even my shadow leaves me all alone at night
Guess I need to start to take my own advice
"Charity Case," Gnarls Barkley
I give myself very good advice
But I very seldom follow it
Alice in Wonderland, 1951
If there was anything at the taproot of the Hatter's recrudescence, surely it was Alice who held it in her hand, whether she knew it or not. Dragging the firewood from the outside alcove to the hearth was no task to relish, but she did this all for the hope of some future; uncertainty or not, she was determined to meet it, and only came to realize her perseverance once she had begun the work, for she had no plan in mind.
The hearth in the kitchen was w
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
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
maresometimes i feel likemare in Free Verse More Like This
i want to fly
but i know when i die
i'll wake up
Little Red's StarsLittle Red scrubbed until her knuckles bled,Little Red's Stars in Concrete Poetry More Like This
her knees grew raw and her cheeks turned red.
"Day in and day out," by the Stars she was told,
"Work hard, and you will soon be worth your weight in gold."
So she did: she worked day in and day out,
in fog, in water, in rain and in drought,
her lips the only part of her that did not move
for she knew the Stars would disapprove.
The villagers always stopped to ask her when she bled:
"Why do you not speak at all, Little Red?
Move me like you move the ground, wade the waters,
so we may leave an example to all our daughters."
She was born with a voice, you see:
one that could give even fire a spark, they would decree--
part the sea, make the earth drum under her taught feet--
yet, they could not figure out why she would not speak.
She only looked down and returned to her work, no doubt,
for everyday they knew she worked day in and day out--
from five in the morning to five in the evening,
to when her hands and knees would have no feeling.
tomorrowbreathing.tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
binding ropes, pointed sheets
and careful skies- i have all the oceans,
new days, richest nights and brightest
when i have the feeling
of the roughest rocks
under the soles of my feet-
the wood and splinters in my toes,
the cold metal to my arms,
the most frozen of fingers
pressed to my back.
arms are poison when they're numb;
ever is different when you can feel.
leaning, i have the air against my skin,
the deepest of skies breathing down my neck,
the poison of cradling eyes.
maybe being human is knowing how to feel alive;
maybe being human is knowing when to be alive.
black and white, knight eyes, shivers
seeking home in my skin-
breathing, i have everything-
even with the trains crashing
in my chest, black seeking
the corners of my eyes
and a slow, dancing conscious,
like magic, we don't only have tomorrow -
we seek tomorrow.
bostonsoon we will becomeboston in Free Verse More Like This
a part of these tall buildings
and we will be without bone
and without clothes
and be nothing but the concrete
and the beds
that make these very city people alive.
i will be a portrait
that curls with you gray
under the blood
of orange and red
when your eyes set
with the fall of day.
i will be the cradle
of the constellations
that freckle your face
a brown wisp that marks
the deepest september.
i will be the loneliness
that marks your two a.m. nights
a cold that comes
even in the spring
and you will wake with
your only memory.
and i will be the darkness
that takes to the golden
of your eyes
when you finally open them
and hold you to me
boneless and naked
in the cusp of my skyline
only to strike you down
from the sun
into the concrete
of our beds.
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.
why time isn't timeless, but love is.i still remember when we were five years oldwhy time isn't timeless, but love is. in Free Verse More Like This
and would hide in the grass until dusk,
where we would tell stories under the hum
of the crickets and the sound of the creek,
where he told stories about his mother when
she was sixteen and alone with some boy
when she moved to italy, where he said they had
the best food and the best lights and the best buildings
but only when it was dark inside,
and he would only wither when he would look to the sky
welling over the sun, a golden mess: yet-
i remember when we were in middle school
and we would sit on his old rug and play video games
until five in the morning, ignoring the clutter
of his room, where he threw dirty clothes and books
and homeroom whispers in a slow disarray,
where sometimes we would pause and watch
some kind of old black and white movie and
the girl would scream and we would laugh,
and sometimes he would pause again
and talk: if-
and i say
we'll never know cause they say sex
is like cutting your fingertips off
but with more sw
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
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
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
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
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
Jam SessionLate summer dusk. In the quiet hours before nightfall, my family drifts, in drowsy ritual, to separate corners of the house. Dinner finished, only the kitchen appliances continue their momentum.Jam Session in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a dish bubble pops
on the window
MonsoonBut let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasureMonsoon in Other More Like This
I paint her not in words
but in rain
Zen on the roof
of a haiku world
sex just happens
relentless demand in Saturns grip
Harmony and chaos
have virtually vanished,
stripping us to the four winds
and martian fancy.
We are vagabonds,
dim and fanciful
in a celestial crowd.
Who knows if this war has a creative effect?
God? The devil?
A question for the pit
of Pandoras Box
We share a single eye.
Perhaps it is appropriate.
The will of the gods
and a drunkards song.
Immortalized forever in a single stone.
SatoriOne hour to midnight. Cross-legged, we hunch like campers over a single volume of Issa.Satori in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Kobayashi, Issa was a wandering priest. A pacifist who lost all, but his last daughter, to illness.
Hey dude, you wanna know something weird?
Ever since starting haiku, I cant even bring myself to kill bugs anymore.
Yeah, its like I see them more clearly. I dont know, like a small universe.
Yeah I still hate roaches though. They creep me the hell out.
a burst of laughter
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
Black Belt ClassThe dojo is no quieter than a bar room. Sweat dampens the air. Someone, probably my sifu, has put LL Cool J in the disc player.Black Belt Class in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
"Work your angles Laurence, that guy is bigger than you cant take him going straight in..."
We are sparring tonight. I had my turn, rinsing mouthpiece, wrapping hands - wondering what became of my left contact lens.
Alright Stacey, youre back on the mat...
the lopsided flight
of a monarch
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
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
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.Shall I Bring You Despair? in Free Verse More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
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
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
PressurePressure:Pressure in Free Verse More Like This
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
The Walk of Utter ShameThe Walk of Utter Shame:The Walk of Utter Shame in Free Verse More Like This
My face is hidden by a blackened mask,
As I am taken to stand before the crowd.
Ripped from my face and cast aside,
My features burn in the glaring sun...
"Who amongst you will defend this man?"
I hear a soldier call.
"None of us sir!" The crowd shrieks back,
As to my knees I fall.
"Shame him!" The soldier cries,
As they begin to pelt me with rotten fruits,
"Maim him!" the people scream,
As they kick at me with mailed boots...
I shudder and writhe beneath the torture,
Too pained to even scream in fear.
For this is the punishment that I deserve,
For shaming the honour that I hold dear.
In anger, in rage, in emotions so dark,
I've carelessly denounced the work of my siblings...
Now I lie, in battered penance,
For only pain can ease the shameful sting...
Never did I think that I would fall,
But pride is arrogant dissonance.
Through penitent pain and suffering,
I have learned the value of reticence.
"Allow me to accept my shame and offer my apologies..."
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 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 2: Page 13It did not take Dailon long to realize why the Magister was unable to stifle a chuckle. As he looked down he noticed his body was somewhere stuck between a sitting and standing up, with his right hand hovering somewhere useless in mid air. A mild blush covered his cheeks as he realized he was making a fool out of himself in front of the Magister. With a shock he veered up into a perfect straight position.Chapter 2: Page 13 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Actually I think I would rather stand untill you explained things.” Dailon said as he let his arms hang beside his body, rather than completing the salute.
This response clearly surprised Denoples as his voice was sharp and clear, yet without seemingly any hostility. It was obvious that the Magister had counted on a more hostile reaction or perhaps even confusion from Dailon. At least it seemed unlikely that the man had counted on being met with such a neutral, calculated response as he just had.
“Well, uhm, I think I shall do that then.” He responded after a
Chapter 1: PAGE 25At first everyone looked confused at the man, wondering why he thought they would follow him. “Well I am not sure about you, but I don´t trust him!” Dailon said on purpose very loud to Gaikor so everyone would hear him. “Besides…,” He said leaving a little pause to draw everyones attention. “…it is our duty to find out what is going on and help out where we can.” He said as more explosions followed and the sounds of screams and fighting started mixing with the noise.Chapter 1: PAGE 25 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Whether it was his tone of voice or his posture, but ever since he joined the Institute he noticed people tended to follow him for some reason. He found out that he could even turn over the most stubborn students and even teachers to his point. In this case were people were just confused it was surprisingly easy to rally them. That was the easy part though, now he needed to figure out what to do. They could not just storm into fray and all get killed. While noble that
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 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 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
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“___________, did you know in the nature of dragons, there does exist an act of courtship?” Emil brought up one day while on a typical day of travelling.
Really? I thought you dragons weren’t into stuff like love, you responded.
“While we may not start out knowing what love is, such an element isn’t necessary when it comes to reproduction,” Emil responded. “You don’t really think mere pests such as mice think about love when it comes to bearing young, do you?”
You made a face. Hmm. You have a point there. Well, know that you’ve piqued my curiosity, what’s the courtship process like?
“As you know,” Emil began to explain, “dragons are prideful creatures. It is actually the males and females who go about conducting in their own practices to finding out who is the best partner suitable for mating together. The males fight amongst each other, and the fema
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“I promised to tell you a story a long time ago, didn’t I?”
Bemused, you stared into the Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames’ eyes.
“How unlike you to bring me up from your past,” you chuckled.
As this wasn’t exactly Tino or Berwald’s journey, the other dragons had offered to stay behind with Mathias. Everyone had decided that you and Lukas should finish looking for Emil together. At long last, the two of you were back to travelling alone. In the time that you had been walking, your travelling companion hadn’t said anything until now.
“You've long asked about my title,” Lukas said.
"Yeah, I have,” you smiled.
The dragon snorted. “It seems so long ago that we started out for Eldur Mountain together.”
“Mm-hmm,” you agreed pressing your lips together.
“Would you like to hear one?” Lukas asked.
“Why would you ask me something like that all of a sudden?”
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At first, all you could do was stand there with your mouth wide open.
“What…? Wait—What?! How could—Ow! Why’d you hit me?”
Lukas didn’t even look sorry. “I had hoped you would have made the connection between the flame bearers and my title, but I guess once you’re a stupid human, you’re always a stupid human.”
“H-Hey, that doesn’t mean you had to hit me! What if you broke my head?”
“It’s already broken!”
“Manners are the last thing on my mind!”
“Well, if you’re the one carrying the flames, why don’t you just try giving them to me since you hate me so much?!”
“Because we still haven’t found my brother, and because—” Lukas cursed and spat like an angry cat. The entire time he was throwing his fit, he had refused to look
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No…No, no, no…This isn’t happening. Lukas was just about to tell me something. He was going to say why he wished he wouldn’t have…wouldn’t have…
“Wouldn’t have what?” you murmured.
You swallowed and shook Lukas’ shoulder.
“Lukas…?” you whispered. “Hey, Lukas, say something. Lukas…?”
The dragon’s angelic face was wrought with pain and terror. His sapphire blue eyes were wide open like orbs ready to be gouged out. Occasionally, his chest arched out to the sky in a spasm, his throat filling with blood. The arrow must have pierced into one of his arteries. This wasn’t good.
Your eyes were getting hot.
No. Not like this. Not after everything we’ve been through…
“Lukas, get up!” you demanded. The light was fading from his eyes. His rapid breathing was coming to a stop. A gurgling pool of blood
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Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You tried again and again hoping there would be a chance to reach out to the Wings of the Opal Skies, but your mind was as jumbled as you had left it a mere few minutes ago.
Could Lukas hear you, you wondered? If he could, then his mind was most likely on the brink of shattering at this very moment. You would have gone outside to check on the dragon—if your ankles weren't shackled to the edge of the caravan walls, that is.
“_____________, is everything alright?” you heard a voice suddenly speak up making you jump in surprise.
“Holy—!” you gasped and held yourself back when you realized who it was. “M-Mei, it’s only you…!”
The only female member of the travelling caravan had a look of genuine worry on her gentle face.
“We heard you screaming something from outside so I came over to see if there was something wrong,” she explained looking around to see if
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Lukas was the first one to speak up.
“That couldn’t be…” he whispered. “There were so many of us. I know the humans have said that my brother and I were the only dragons left in the world, but only five of us…How is that possible?”
“There were many reasons,” Berwald said, “but I think you know which ones were the biggest.” That being said, he looked over to Mathias who was still on his friend’s back.
“I don’t understand,” Lukas growled. “Why would they choose being a human over staying as a dragon?”
Berwald shrugged. “It’s just their choice. Maybe they had an awakening moment and decided being human was better. That or they just forgot somewhere along the way.”
Mathias jumped in. “What about Peter? He was so young. He has to still be around.”
The golden dragon shook his head sadly. “The hunters got to him nearly forty years ago.”
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From afar, the dragon hunters’ fortress looked nothing more than a humble shadow of a mountain with smoke rising from its high peaks. Now, however, the sheer size of the building was more intimidating than you had imagined. The sky was pitch black even though only a few minutes ago, the sky had been a bright white from the sun shining past the snowy clouds. Black and dark purple ashes were scattered everywhere, and a sickly sweet smelled filled the air as you and Emil approached the side entrance to the fortress.
“I don’t like this place,” you whispered to your dragon as you clung onto his blanket like a guiding rope.
“I don’t like it either, ___________,” Emil replied in the same volume of your voice. “I can sense a great amount of negative energy coming from inside this place. We’re going to have to be very careful.”
“I understand,” you said.
“__________, remember what I said about me not being
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There was still the debate of whether or not keeping your mouth shut was a good thing or not spinning inside your head.
There’s no way Lukas was really telling the truth when he said something like that, you thought to yourself. He’s got it all wrong, and besides, he’s a dragon. He couldn’t possibly know the significance of kissing another person—and a human at that.
You groaned and shuffled around in your spot. It had been an extremely long day. Lukas had said you would need all the rest you could get because there was no telling when you would be able to stop and take a break again. However, no matter how hard you shut your eyes, or how many imagined dragons you had counted flying overhead, or how often you shifted into a different sleeping position, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep.
By the gods of Eliatha, I can’t sleep! you miserably thought. Ever since that little incidence that evening, it had b
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Now this was just fantastic. Like a whimsical shooting star flying over yonder and dropping an unexpected guest onto your doorstep—or your rooftop—Mathias was as physically present as he could get. His sudden unannounced drop in had generated quite a bit of excitement in the darkening snowstorm.
“What the—Who in the world is that?” you heard one of the merchants ask from a good distance away from the dragon’s impact point.
“Uh oh,” you gulped and tried to leap off the caravan only to remember that your limbs were still shackled to the wall.
“Well, it’s good to see you’re up and kicking, Lukas, and I see __________’s here, too,” Mathias said rather calmly. “It looks like you two are in a jam.”
“Did it honestly take you that long to figure that out?” Lukas hissed. “And do you mind? You’re heavy!”
“Ah, sorry about that,” the wild-haired dragon
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“Just as I thought.”
When Lukas touched the force field, unlike the times before when he had crashed into the invisible barrier, his hand went right through the surface. When you were looking at it up close, you noticed the force field wasn’t exactly invisible, rather it had been under the visible protection of the harsh winds and snow. From such a close distance, you were able to see that there was something of a color-changing film of faded purple and blue swirls dancing on the surface like a soap bubble.
“Whoever set this up doesn’t want dragons going in,” Lukas deduced after walking a few steps away from where he had placed you down.
“Would that mean it could also hold them in?” you asked wondering if when you managed to retrieve Emil, there would be a need to turn into dragons.
“That’s not entirely out of the question,” Lukas replied.
“Hey, maybe this thing is the reason I can’t sense Emil