Justice of the Fates
"What kind of story do you want to hear, my child?" she asked of the child, cooing at him and tickling his stomach. The baby looked at her with vacant eyes, then gurgled and a small bubble formed at the corner of his mouth. The bubble popped with all the magnificence of a roach being squashed.
"Let's make sure you grow up to do more amazing things than that!" Her work was cut out for her, as the child was now trying to make more bubbles, having enjoyed the first one so much. "I don't think I have any stories about bubbles, young one. How about I tell you the story of Samantos, the tragic hero...
The first great tragedy of Samantos' life happened before he was even born. He was just a swell in his mother's stomach at the time. His father, Talatos, was an adamant fighter for the rights of the Metics. They were the immigrant people of Greece. They weren't allowed to speak for themselves in the courts, whether it be when they were accused of a crime or they wished to participate in politic
Kirei Comes Down
"And what's that one called?"
"That's a cow, darling. They give us all kinds of food." Gerald replied.
"And what are those cute little fluffy ones!"
"That's a sheep..." said Gerald, but before his wise words could reach the youthful blonde's ears, she had run towards the fence, leaning over it to reach at the sheep, almost tumbling face-forward over the barrier.
Gerald unfurled his hands from behind his back, and slowed his already-turtle-like pace to a stop. His gnarled right hand fidgeted with a soft golden ring that surrounded a finger of his left hand. It rotated smoothly around, having engraved a ridge into his finger many years ago. He let his eyelids fall, and then he thought thoughts.
A sound not unlike that of a girl in heels trudging through mud reached him and he opened his eyes. The girl was there, her pink (or was it white? or purple? He could never quite decide.) dress had been covered in a layer of deep brown mud, that matched the vest he had given her. She had broken on
Give Peace a ChanceA few hours had passed now since the bombs dropped. The once-green trees were dusted in a yellow film that continued on to the ground and over every hill and bump. The majority of these bumps were bodies: those unfortunate souls who were in the vicinity. Some of them were Matias' own countrymen, others were the invaders. The invaders own generals dropped bombs on their heads, regardless of the loss of their own forces. This was a war of attrition. The smell of the chemicals still lay in the air as Matias walked by. He hummed a drifting kind of song, one with a steady beat, pops of energy, and a haunting melody resonating above it all, to force the scent away from him. He sang the same song every time he walked this forest after a bombing, which lately, was far too often. After each bombing, both sides would avoid the area for weeks, while the invaders boasted about their supposed victory. After months, the wind would carry away the scent and sight and time itself would carry away the m
"Mr. Edelstein, they're waiting for you in the courtroom."
"Avery. I understand that you're new, but being my secretary does not give you the privilege to refer to me that casually. Please use my title from now on."
"Yes, Mr. Edelstein." Stanley Edelstein shook his head. The woman was hopeless, and he knew it. He couldn't say why he still stubbornly tried to teach her respect. It was people like her, deviants, who made his life so hard. They're not like a regular person when they commit a crime. It's not one of the tired cliches, for love or for money. They tend to do it just for the thrill, with intelligence and pride. There's too much information to collect and it just makes things too... grey. Stanley was a fan of all things neutral, but in this case, grey implied a muddying of the waters, not a simplification. He tried to shake off the thought of her future misdeeds, and focus himself on the task at hand. He pulled and patted his robes, then raised his head and walked through the w
The Girl Who Spoke...Rev2:Poem
A secluded forest in the middle of the night
Dandelion seeds drifted by breeze flowing 'long
Lit by a moon shining bright
And in the air, a song
She flipped and spun
Never touching the ground
Gracefully dancing at the speed of a run
Emitting a sensational sound
Turquoise hair tied up in a bow
A flower on the left, balanced just so
Matching her skin, rosy pink
Sitting naked by the water, a place she can think
She dreams a peaceful dream
And looks up at the night sky
A thing brushes at her legs
'Probably just a leaf floating by'
When it happened again
She peered down into the water
A fish's kiss had got her
And he spoke, then
"I heard your song and stopped to listen
That is a wonderful voice you've been given
The kiss is for me to show my thanks
Before I'm off again along the river banks
I've been swimming the river for days
Up and down as it splits many ways
What's at the end? It gets to me
This never-ending curiousity"
"I've wondered too"
The girl did say
"What's at the end of it all?