She cries out, her voice lost to the darkness that surrounds her. She shouts louder, the shadows in the dark laughing. Here within nowhere, her yells are silently deafening. She reaches out to those shadows, but finds no hands welcoming her. She flings her hands out, desperate like a sparrow, only for eagle's claws to strike her down. In the distance, light appears. She sets forth towards salvation, her feet dragging through the muck of blackness. She struggles and wades; stumbling into the blanket of night, darkness all she can breathe. Enough, she knows. With a final beat she kneels, surrendering to fate, and the darkness quivers its welcome. She closes her eyes, and slowly the dark seems to fade… And oblivion swallows her.
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Made possible with the support of Patrons on Patreon. Finally! The grand day was upon him! As Ario breathed in deep the fresh morning air of Port Sabeto, his heart swelled with pride and excitement. A few more hours – just a couple more hours, and he would board the Oroi, a sea-bound ship headed for the greatest adventure of all: The other side of the world. Ario giggled to himself and hopped down the streets, unable to contain his exhilaration at the prospect of discovering a whole new land, strange new creatures and people, disturbing cultures that he, failed researcher in the science-driven society of Rao, would be first to study and document and— "Watch where yer going, Yosai!" With a gasp Ario was flattened face-first against the nearest wall, a forceful hand pressing him against stone and grime as its owner stomped past. He didn't wait to peel himself off the wall, mumbling an insult back, soon to bite his tongue as he realized what kind of
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She cries out, her voice lost to the darkness that surrounds her. She shouts louder, the shadows in the dark laughing. Here within nowhere, her yells are silently deafening. She reaches out to those shadows, but finds no hands welcoming her. She flings her hands out, desperate like a sparrow, only for eagle's claws to strike her down. In the distance, light appears. She sets forth towards salvation, her feet dragging through the muck of blackness. She struggles and wades; stumbling into the blanket of night, darkness all she can breathe. Enough, she knows. With a final beat she kneels, surrendering to fate, and the darkness quivers its welcome. She closes her eyes, and slowly the dark seems to fade… And oblivion swallows her.
Chapter 1: Introducing Eleysa
My name is Eleysa.
[we see Eleysa working at her computer, engrossed, glasses flickering.]
I'm twenty-four years old, and I'm studying Web Design. I've just started my first year.
I know. Aren't I a little old to start university?
Well…
[we see a close-up of Eleysa's right hand. It's a prothesis.]
Life doesn't always go as you planned.
[scenes fitting the coming narrative]
I was nineteen when I lost my hand. Just another teen, you know? Don't get me wrong: I was the responsible sort of teen, the kind you could trust with your car keys. That's exactly what my friend did. She wanted to stay late at
It doesn't take much, sometimes.
You lose a single follower on Facebook, and it feels like your entire world has crumbled into oblivion and you're left there, shouting out your distress to the void.
No one is listening.
No one cares.
No one sees you struggling to keep your head above water.
No one understands that, to you,
being heard is a matter of life or death.
Or so it feels when you try and swim against the current of the norm and be that shiny unicorn salmoning her way up the waterfalls while the sharp teeth of Society snap at your heels. You know this feat of strength is possible. Others have done it before you.
You just don't know
Today is one of those days when I have no hope for the future.
One of those days when I sit here, idle, imagining the relief it would be to stop watching life pass me by a minute at a time – 9:24. 9:25. A minute lost; another one. Then will pass another, until the end of my life is upon us and all I have to show for my existence is a whole lot of nothing.
And what is it I'm trying to achieve anyway? Fame? Fortune? Well, being able to eat every day would be a top goal, as is keeping a roof over our head. The Rational One in me accepts these as worthwhile goals, but the Dreamer? The Dreamer rejects this despicable normalcy. The Dreamer ca
I used to stare out at the Moon for hours
Nothing else existed in my life
Except that pearly dome
I spent so many hours, days, weeks,
Months and years
Just staring, talking, howling and then
Hoping It would notice me
Hoping It would see me
See the truth and burn it down
I couldn't live without pursuing Its light
I sought peace and found war in Its wake
How can something so beautiful
Cause so much pain?
And I didn't see
Its truth
Not until Its light evaporated
The Moon abandoned my nightsky
And all that remained was darkness
I always needed a Moon
I always needed other lights to guide me
Because I always was the one left behind
For once, just
He only saw the stars in her eyes.
She was as night incarnate; clad in black, long dark hair flowing upon absent winds, and deep black eyes twinkling like small galaxies on the nightsky. For the first time in his immemorial life, Marwi felt. He wanted to get closer to this woman and study her features, or so he thought; what he felt, however, was the desire to lose himself in the sense of familiarity conjured by her darkness.
But the nightlady was not as night. She was not peaceful, nor did she obey the laws of nature. She was angry; an artificial anger induced by Fate, whose twisting mark shone blood red on the nightlady's cleavage. Her fa
It has been a while, my friend.
How have you been?
Life has changed so much since you've been gone.
Do you remember what you said to me,
Five years ago,
When I last held your hand in mine?
"Don't miss me."
I'm sorry to have disappointed you.
Do you see the sky from where you are?
Are you watching the same fiery sunset?
Are you thinking about our time together,
When you used to knock on my head
Whenever I compared the sky to your hair?
Do you remember me?
Life is not the same. I am not the same.
I see you wherever I go.
I jump at the screech of tires.
And I remember the blank stare in your eyes.
"Don't miss me."
How can I not?
I have tr
To know where you're headed, you must understand whence you came.
I've always had a loving relationship with writing. When I was little, I wrote stories that, surprisingly, are actually still good – globally, since they'd need tons of revising and grammar checks and spelling fixings. I recently found a story I'd typed up on my mom's electric typewriter when I was, I don't know, something like 10? Maybe not even that? It was before I had a Commodore 64 (because I'm old), so I might have been 6, 7, I have no idea. It was a story that ended in drama – with a prince and princess and a fox, and someone dying at the end. Yet, even now,