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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
Streak Of Light In the NightShooting star,
Look up and pray.
And beaming through the sky.
Make a wish,
Before it closes it's eyes
And forgets you all together.
Since that is the moral,
Quick and forgotten.
Just like we all will be,
Once we close our eyes.
So be fast with your choice,
Since once it comes round
Again, we shall
All be fertilizer for the
Grass to consume.
LizardShe still sheds her skin in daylight,
reforming the past:
just how her cold-blooded species would like it.
...of a blissful HeavenEver dreamed of what heaven was like?
Maybe it's a wide field of evergreen grass
surrounded by the lurking forest trees,
where all you could inhale was the damp leaves on the ground
and pines from the trees above, an intoxicating smell
that leaves you high after the rainstorm
Maybe it's in an oasis located within a desert,
however, it is not scorching ablaze,
but it's warm and you feel your skin tingling
a whole new sensation is evolving inside of you
and the warmth wraps you up in a blanket of sunshine
Or maybe it's at the peak of a mountain
where you reign over the world on your solid throne of boulders
the invisible wind is your invitation of escape
and while the slight breeze passes by
you begin to shiver with an adrenaline rush
I could be wrong and you might be right, but tell me dear, what is heaven like?
Owl CabaretIn bright dawn,
hold a daily meeting
among dew soaked daisies.
Their colours speckle
The hum of cicadas,
with white noise.
The colours shift,
humid air fading
to the melodies
of late night owl cabarets.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th)Prehistory’s iPad.
When light hit the water
a supernova dance of
scurrying dust swayed
in their amber infinite.
When the wind tapped,
the waves flapped their feathers
and spread into
a migration of curly black lines
on a child’s drawing,
choppy pattern after choppy pattern,
wave conforming to wave
into a wallpaper covering
algae, flotsam, dead bricks, dead stone,
until the irregular birds changed the flow.
Be it the duck that draped a dress
behind in a V-shaped groove,
or the pudding-plump coots
who gently honked, imprinting
flat bubbles on water.
They live in the reflection of Life.
Fringed by feathers like icy mountaintops
and dead fish bloated on pollution,
an Irn Bru bottle imitates the nature it killed.
An orange bread packet is ignored by the mallard
for the tragedy it brought to town.
It’s a flat town, a houseless town,
but still a moving community of
twig islets and breadcrumb empires.
Fringing on their utopia is us,
us standing still from dry grey pavement
Theme Prompt - AirIt's a study in duality
Like so many other things.
Calm, gentle, soft, kind
Feathering over my skin.
Rough, wild, sharp, angry
Destroying all in its path.
Air is all of these things
And so many, many more.
Its the pulse of my lungs,
The storm lashing my home,
The thing I need to live,
Though it slowly kills me.
To harness it takes skill,
To use it takes vision.
Take the invisible and
Make it completely tangible.
That is the basis of me,
The core of who I am.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
How Smiles Were Born"How Smiles Were Born"
By: Ulrich J Edelstein
Deep underneath the crystals lies beautiful gems of starlight.
The temptations to capture them are beyond imagining.
Only few have been able to reach into the jaws of the creature to possess these magnificent stones.
Underneath the blue swirls
And the reflection of moonlight's grace,
Are the pearls of time.
They have been sprung up onto those who are fortunate.
They have been formed to create a crescent moon of happiness.
If not taken care, they grow weary and decay.
They crackle and shatter
And no one admires them any longer.
It is important for them to be handled with gentleness.
For the future can be presented by gleaming smiles.
For all to admire, for all pearls to aspire to be.
That is why it's important to smile everyday and take care of your teeth.
CreationLove, Passion, Creation
Art is everywhere
Love is Everyone.
Ideas are their.
Those words just limit the ideas of creation.
It not a few word, but many words.
It takes time to create passion, to create love, to create masterpiece.
16 hours are some of my artwork takes, but that is just an artwork.
Time is a key element, but nothing is rush within a day.
Maybe not a week, but instead many many weeks.
Love take a slow time sometime, though very few happen in a day,
Love can take years to make a creation happen.
But creation is not solely on love or art, but many more.
Creation is an ideal, for life, for nature, for space and many others.
Creation is all over.
That happen within a day, hours, minutes, seconds, million seconds.
The time is irrelevant, because every second is where creation happy happen.
From a single blade of grass being grown, to an ideal being taught of.
The secret to creation is that it never ends and it will never ends.
Even if this world is dest
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