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"Where am I going?" I asked myself staring into a mirror--my rear view mirror glaring at me beneath the morning frost.
I played a novel while sitting in the drivers seat of my car, though the volume hardly excreted enough noise to give me any sense of where the main character stood. The words were but a deep grumbling playing though the highly tweeted subs across my back glass.
The smallest things can sometimes leave the largest impacts. Science leaves me stunned, and suffocating at times, though it tends to be contradictory. That's myself--contradictory--and when I stare upon myself in a broken mirror, I see distortion. The Universe, maybe this I see, a course of strings and electrical impulses so very similar to the human mind--even my mind, but as I stare closer into the mirror intending to see the atoms in the black of my eyes, I say to myself: "This is all in theory."
My vehicle seemed much louder in the cold settings of winter. The gear shifter popped into reverse, an
Ecclesia's Wind"Did the stranger give you his name?" Mr. Trice asked, his hand held out above the counter as three gold coins hovered above his palm. They danced in the absence of gravity, occasionally clinging into one another.
My elbows sat on the counter, my hands fisted beneath my chin, mesmerized by the floating coins. "I wouldn't have called him a stranger if I knew his name."
"Aye," he glared at me from beneath his white caterpillar eyebrows. "But I swore he gave you his name? Maybe my old ears deceived me."
He clasped his hand, and the coins struck the counter top simultaneously.
I smirked with a roll to my eyes. "Maybe he gave me a name, but I prefer stranger for right now. That's all he is."
I slid from my cold stool, and stepped lightly forwards the end of the counter. The windows were still damp of dew, but the east sun dried the top corners into a dusty film. Across the street stood another small building who's roof had fallen in over the years as if it had lost its mind and it's skull c
Ecclesia (short summary)The Wind seemed to follow him, Sere often gazed, though he convinced her he was Human. Kaze followed the daughter of the Village Leader, and they noticeably faked their excitement to be wedded. Sere's curiosity grew, pushed by a hidden force of a nature, and in such a short amount of time she finds that she's breathless with as well as without him.
Anamolia Chapter OneAnamolia
Chapter One: "
The first year of four began on a microsecond. The crossing streets beamed of neon lights, flashing and dimming as machines slowed the time, and we, my people, were capable of witnessing the vibrant numbers pass illuminated across the Capital city.
Our ancestors celebrated the dawn of the New Years, but that was a time when the Sun still thrived--still heated our human bodies, and I watched those numbers pass as if they were the sun--as if they emitted light or hope.
"Miles, are you okay?"
My twin sister placed her hand across the polished aluminum table and on my wrist. My gaze was hardly interrupted, though she'd be the only one that'd see any hint of it if I had shown any.
I pulled my wrist against my chest, and crossed my arms, the crowds cheering, drinking their bubbly drinks in celebration of...nothing.
"I'm fine, just bored."
Above the capital tower, the numbers sped back to hyper speeds--time traveling as it was into the future. T
ECCLESIA Episode Three: Days to ComeECCLESIA
Episode Three: "Days to Come"
I knew nothing
At this point in a corrupted time.
Ignorance posed a threat,
--A suffocating threat--
If I did not rise soon to meet
The intellect I possessed.
And I dreamed of Him
In the most unusual of circumstances.
As if a trigger had been pulled,
His auras followed me like the air,
A foreign calling of my name.
Kaze stood before me,
A hole bled
Through the silver silk of my dress.
I still thought
Suffocation and the red
Folding down my stomach,
Streaming across the silver skirt.
He stood tall and
If not for the clouded darkness.
In his hand
Thumped a ball of pink tissue,
The red dripped
Pouring from ripped veins
At the soles of his bare feet.
And paralysis held me back
From retrieving it.
I decided to take the next several days off and used the opportunity to assist my older sister in a few household chores. Of course, I really didn't do much. Going back to Mr. Trice's store
Ecclesia 'The Final Surrage' prologueECCLESIA
Episode Zero: "Rise" (Prologue)
The world collapsed one pillar at a time. The Final Surrage was only the beginning of a series of tragic events according to the Suns that circled a wide sky. The Sun that rose in the east beamed as the brighter and earlier star and marked the beginning of a thirty minute gap for the dim west sun to follow. I once paid them little attention for they were meaningless to me in all ways except the telling of time, but now I marveled at them and their dim glow, their troubling beauty and life a representation of unanimous beings that I had yet to comprehend.
"Kaze," I called the name of my last and closest friend. "Do you really believe what your sister explained to us?"
The wind whispered a strange lie as Kaze finished collecting water from the red river, commonly referred to as the Scarlet River, and the only river to my knowledge that ran wild throughout the known land.
His false smile came and went. "Serenity, all we can do is pray that things m
ECCLESIA: Episode One: ReverentECCLESIA
Episode Two: "Reverent"
Three years passed slower than the death of a Mahogany Beetle caught in the ooze of a Cloro Tree. They ate the sap using a slick tongue, and sometimes fell victim to its adhesive texture taking weeks for them to die. I passed by one of the critters on my early morning walk, too sleepy to snarl my nose and I moved on.
I squinted in regret as I twisted the rusty knob. The hinges squealed, and I wished to follow its example. However, I kept my complaints to myself. The grocery shop consumed the majority of my time. I smiled away, though sometimes faint. Mr. Trice was the only employer willing to hire me with my condition, if being Human was truly a disability. Behind the counter I sat, my posture horribly hunched on a backless stool.
"Why are you early?" Mr. Trice's voice naturally sounded as if he spoke in a barrel, deep and scratchy.
Through a crooked window I watched the east sun rise above a line of forest. The west sun would follow it in a short thi
ECCLESIA: Episode One: AlibiECCLESIA
Episode One: "Alibi"
We stayed in a cabin just on the outskirts of town despite my father's occupation as a member of the Council. As a result, my mother worried little about the food on the table in comparison to our neighbors. I looked upon my parents relationship as beautiful, their methods on caring for my sister and I equally perfect. I never saw myself or my sister as attention seekers, though my sister once threw a tantrum in the market place when my father forbade her a new dress. She hardly left a mark on society though; she didn't stand above a crowd--not on the same levels that I did.
A visitor once asked my mother: "Her hair is gorgeous, who mixed the hair dye?"
My mother and father looked upon each other hesitantly: "Her hair is not colored; it's naturally that dark blue," my mother responded politely.
Our neighbor raised a brow, and continued: "And you say she is human? You've noticed no strange phenomenons?"
The woman's eyes sat heavily on me as I bathed in the
SpaceNothing moved. The world stood disturbingly still in a sort of lingo, may it or may it not have been a purgatory--which I often contemplated as well. An eyeless angel cushioned my head--my dog chewed the cheap buttons off it's face--as I starred into the ceiling.
"That crack is going to kill me," I spoke so blandly that I bored myself.
Work would arrive in only thirty minutes. I'd perform the same activities as the day before. Sall would sit in the chair next to me, and chart and ramble about what her annoying ass kids had done that previous day. I'd have to document about the patient in room 631 falling out of bed again. She fell every day, and I highly doubted she was discharged at this point. Mary Winkleblack was her name, a woman with everything wrong, but nothing legally documented. I think it's illegal for me to reveal her name? Hell, what am I saying? I know it's illegal.
I'm not worried about getting fired though, because for Pete's Sake--whoever the fuck Pete is--look at my la
Nature's TranquilityYou hear the shore
As waves crash onto the sand
Imagining being immersed in the blue world
Free from restraints of daily life
Gentle winds carry salt air to your nose
As you breathe in you take the essence of the ocean
The maiden is calling for you to join
Silence is the virtue here
Letting the mind wander with no ridicule
Its almost as if you don't exist
On this beach you are just one of the grains of gold
Running your hands through the sand
Rubbing them between your fingers
Letting it all fall back down to be collected once again
Peace and serenity
Nothing in between
Light cradles you in its arms
Bathes you in heat
As the love is felt between you and the illuminated one
The perfect reality, the perfect escape.
Drops of WaterThousands fall upon a field
Saturating the surface it's on
It's as unpredictable as it is mysterious
Raging one second and dying the next
It has friends join in it's company
A loud mouth
And a bright star
Each adding it's own flair to the concoction
As time goes on the size changes from small to large
Pounding into any surface even it's very own
Birthed from the sun and raised by the mist above
It returns to it's embryonic form only to be reborn again
Like a phoenix from the ashes
Delicate and powerful it does a beautiful job of combining both
While still being the beauty it is
Conforming to anything and everything it goes through
Letting nothing stand in it's path
Obstacles will dissolve into the one thing it's trying to hold back
Truly something to cherish and respect
It is so vital to us we don't even give it a second thought
The almighty power circulates around us everyday
Waiting to be birthed into the world again
All it needs is a little push from the radiating light above
a mother's love is boundlessi sat outside and i heard the crickets chirp
i sat outside and smoked a cigarette and listened to the sounds of space, the whir of neptune's rings in my ears
i sat outside and thought that if i died nothing would matter and that the world is pseudoscience and the stars are dying just as we are, every time someone dies a star does too and when they are forgotten the stars light stops reaching us
what if the trees know who we are and they are afraid of us
what if they hate us, senseless killers and energy consumers
what if the earth is living and we are the maggots gnawing away at her skin and her insides and sometimes she tries to stop us with hurricanes and tidal waves and sometimes she just lets us be because she's come to love us. like stockholm syndrome
what if that's what karma is
she sees us hurt each other and disciplines us like the mother she is
she wants us to love but we do not love
father space cradles her in his arms because she cries, she paved the way for us to live when
Wind stillNear the crossroads,
I saw a nightingale
Her face was white as snow
Her coat was brown as bark
She was singing to the clouds,
'Tell me where to go'
But the clouds did not reply
As it was wind still
She was chased away,
From where she came
For the people did not like her song,
As it was too sad to hear
She was longing for that man,
Who had once kept her in a cage
She missed the safety of the cage,
And the softness of his voice
One day she woke up
The cage open,
And the man gone away
He had left her alone
She stayed there for a while,
Hoping he'd come back
Singing his song for him
Until she was chased away
Now she stands at the crossroads,
Wondering where he went
But his tracks have faded
No sign was left for her
So she was praying to the clouds,
'Tell me where to go'
But the clouds did not reply
As it was wind still
Once before...Once before
This planet was blue and green
But now I only see
Remains and memories-
Of a long forgotten evergreen.
Disappointed I walk between
No one in sight
But only greed
Where did the old Love
And smile go?
This planet was blue and green
Now even the skies ceased to shade-
Now even the Sun turned its back-
Yet we ask
Why should we care
If others feel this way
But we are not others
We are us
But we like it when others-
Are in control
But we like it when others-
Are the puppeteers
And we like it when others-
Tell us what to do
We like to be controlled
Yes, we like nature
Without trees, leaves
Die Weidehelle Seufzer steigen bar
wo Sehnsucht haust in Zweigen
stets ermutigende Winde
das lange Haar reicht tief hinab
wo Sternenlichter zeigen
nur Nachts den Grund
im Auge reifer Seen
von Angesicht zu Angesicht
sich Häupter traurig neigen
und Tränen schmieden Wellen
die immerfort vergehen
an Ufern blühen Weiden
sie träumen tief im Stehen
Colorful CoinsColorful Coins
by Tricia Pattinson
From Spring to Summer
Light enters life
Seen at bounty time
Every which way
Troves of treasures
My name isHello, my name is regret.
I'm the one thing that no
one lives without. Hello
my name is defeat. You look
into my eyes everyday. Hello
my name is oblivion everything,
down to your your fears up to
the one thing that keeps you alive.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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