|
|
|
[The Dreamer]
She could see the pain of the world inside of her dreams. She could feel as everyone's pain flooded over her. This drove her to hide in the forest, taking on her only companion, a sleepy bunny who had wandered to far from it's family. The Dreamer was incapable of doing anything for the people she pitied so much, until she learned that through her dreams she could make choices that impacted their lives.
There was one man in particular who continuously appeared in her dreams. She was never sure why he was there until one day she discovered that he was terminally sick. There was little hope for his life, and she found herself developing a kinship with the man. She knew the man likely thought her to be nothing more than a figment of his dreams, but she was slowly falling in love with the man. He was hopeful, faithful and had a purity resting inside of him that the Dreamer simply could not describe. He faced every challenge in his lie with a smile, and slowly the Dreamer began to smile along with him. She longed desperately to be with him.
However one day the man ceased being in her dreams, but his family was there. Crying.
She cursed the world for stealing her beloved from her, cursed every person for requesting her help. How could the Gods and Goddesses want her to continue her work without any repayment and how could they expect her to continue when they had stolen the only true joy she had ever known?
Days, maybe weeks later the Dreamer was awoken with a gentle kiss and a smiling face. "I came for you my love, it took me so long...and for that I am sorry." The Dreamer cried her first tears of joy as she threw her arms around him. That night she set back to her work, safe in the arms of her one true love deep in the forest with their bunny companion. She gently informed his family that he was safe, that he was happy and ever watching over them. And the Dreamer, inflicted with the tears of the world, was finally able to find peace in her existence.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Taryn's Past]
Taryn ran through the streets of the town he loved. He was the most beloved child in the town, because of who his parent's were and because of who he really was. His parents, the true rulers of what was in and of itself a small monarchy, were two of the kindest people in the world. The only person that could possibly out do them in kindness was their song, the best of both of them. Taryn's father, Demetri, was a tall man with short light brown hair. His facial features always remained soft even when he was cross. Nothing about him ever became sharp or difficult to watch with the exclusions of his eyes. His eyes could cut through metal if they became angry enough. While generally they were a nice light blue they would become ice when he felt he had been wronged in some way. As a rule he dressed plainly, never wanting to truly stand out in a crowd and he had never cared for the ornate. Whenever a neighbor was in need he was swift to help them.
Taryn's mother, Rhea, was beautiful. No one would have called her sexy because it would have been an insult to a woman of her confidence. She was beautiful. Her long chocolate hair reached nearly to her behind and framed her porcelain face perfectly. More than once she had been compared to a doll, and Demetri would do his best to dress her as one despite his own distaste for the ornate. Her gentle amethyst eyes never knew anger, and neither did her face. Compared to her beloved she was very short, though she stood at an average height for most women of the time. She often worked with the other women of the village to make sure all the children had plenty of friends and that the sense of community was always strong.
When they were blessed with Taryn they were both so excited that neither noticed how little like a boy he looked. Convinced he had a girl, Demetri convinced his wife to name the boy Taryn. While neither minded they had a boy, it always amused Rhea how swift Demetri had condemned their own to the teasing of others. However the teasing she worried about would never happen. Taryn's illness became apparent within the first weeks of his birth and it took the two parents months to get over the guilt. Certain that they had done something selfish in wanting a child of their own the two were convinced their son was being punished. Eric, the best friend of the two, persuaded them otherwise and soothed their fears. He convinced the parents to take Taryn to any doctor they could find. However Taryn's illness was something that struck all the doctors as strange and none gave a diagnosis that had him living to any age that resembled adulthood.
Nevertheless the parents resolved to give their boy everything. The promised themselves that he would never know misery outside of his illness and they watched him grow, unable to deny his curiosity and were overjoyed that their son was slowly growing into his own goodness without any strictness on their part. However, the kingdom to the north had turned to imperialism sometimes before Taryn's birth and began a very hostile take-over of the town when Taryn was still a baby. The lovers, Eric, and the monarchy's precious Taryn had to go underground. Demetri, determined to protect the people he loved, formed a rebel group that allowed any boy of any age to enter (as it was still very uncommon for girls to enter).
As Taryn grew the town found their hope resting with the boy's parents and with the small boy who spent his days wandering the streets freely and yet never safe. He took to beating on the guards who would try to bully shop owners and kids into giving up information. This led to a scrap outside of the inn that Demetri and Rhea ran together as a front for the rebellion (though they had always owned the inn together). Demetri saw this scrap and went to save his son. However the guards brutally beat him, making sure his son, already beaten badly himself, watched as he was killed. They than proceeded, still holding the young and sick boy hostage, to burn the inn to the ground making sure he saw every detail in its full blazing glory.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Blythe's Memory]
She touched the doorknob gently with her right hand, staring into the wood as if the details went on for eternity. She was so alone in the house, without her teacher and without anyone to talk to she could feel the stonework pounding down on her. Shaking her head, Blythe knew something had to change. She either had to get her teacher back or find somewhere else to spend her free time. This house was to much for one lone girl and people would question what happened to the elderly man. Who would believe her when she tried to say he had died? That was not even the truth. But it was the only truth the people out there would ever understand. She could barricade herself in the house, but there was the problem that eventually the food would run out. Because her teacher had been time mage, fully initialized, there was no hope of going back in time and warning him about what was going to happen. He was off this timeline completely which meant she had to find where he went. Every past encounter that involved him would be rewritten on other time lines because of his lacking presence here, he had taken all his past actions with him when he vanished.
Blythe refused to believe he was dead. Dead was for humans, not for people like her teacher and one day she hoped even for herself. Death was a strange concept to time mages who existed outside of any time line and never interacted with any of them directly. Death could take them in one place, but they would simply find themselves near another line of interaction and would have very little difficulty returning to their home. However this led to a key problem. Since they were no longer "human" in the accepted sense of the word there were other rules they had to follow. Blythe felt her left hand tracing outlines on the pocket watch in the folds of her robe, tied tightly around her waist. Her humanity existed only in that object. Her every memory was dependent on the existence of the watch. Her teacher had taught her that their particular form of magic would drive humans to their breaking points and eventually cause insanity and suicide. In order to avoid that fate all initiated time mages, and apprentices that showed a tendency that would lead to insanity had to place themselves in a beloved object. They kept these objects private from even their most trusted companions. She still did not know which strange artifact her teacher kept was him. But this watch was her, she could use it to unlink from her current moment in life and travel freely to any other.
Blythe had shown from a young age, according to her teacher, a high chance of being a danger to herself. He had told her that she was special, and from almost the first week she was with her teacher she had existed inside the watch. Blythe often wondered what that meant, and felt loneliness creeping in her veins. The process could be undone, if a mage was desperate. However it meant giving up their magic, and that was the only purpose Blythe had in life. And with her teacher gone she was lost and scared. Knowing she was no longer a child she tried to pull herself together, harden her shell. Blythe was not very good at this though and found the only way she could hide from all the pain was to shut everything else off. Every memory, ever tear. She clutched the door knob, collapsing against the door that led to her teacher's study and fell to the floor. She punched the ground with her left hand and would have regretted the pain if she had not been trying to stave back the memories of her father. Her teacher had been the only one who could protect her from that, and despite her complaints that she was an adult now....an adult who did not need the protection of an old man...she had been so grateful that someone could take her pain away.
Her teacher had built her this house. This house to live in and keep her safe from the world. Often times Blythe considered that the house's true purpose was to keep her locked in and away from the world. She had been a depressed, vengeful child when her teacher saved her, raised her, and gave her the freedom she had lacked.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Melonie's] (working title)
Arian sat down at the bar, sipping quietly at his drink while his fingers traced the water mark left in the place of a coaster. He wondered briefly why this place did not make use of coasters, noticing that there were many damage marks left by the condensation, however he knew the situation was none of his business. His only job here was to keep from being noticed until he received his actual assignment. Arian's only real job description was to 'not argue' according to his boss, and at more money than he could count or ever spend Arian was not likely going to complain. The jobs he was assigned were never anything tough. Usually a job consisted of going to point A and picking up package 1. Then he would go to point C, as it was always an out of the way unnecessary stop, and drop the package up. The next instruction would be to go to point B, always conveniently between point A and C and pick up two packages, one for each of the other points. Thus there was good reason his boss informed him not to complain. Most would consider not going to point B and picking up those packages first and then going to point A a little silly. Arian, however, had nothing in his life other than this bar. Or more specifically his chair at this bar.
At one point in his life Arian had known the name of the joint, however now he simply returned to this spot by memory. He supposed all it would take was one look at the sign outside, then he could tell everyone in his life where he stopped to get a drink while he waited for his 'orders'. That required that he had people in his life and not just a chair a bar that he had ceased bothering to remember the name of. Arian, as far as he remembered, had no one in his life. He knew that this was when people turned to God, when they were at their lowest moments. That was when people needed God most? Arian suspected he did in fact need a God, specifically one that did not care that he did not care. Arian was not religious, but he was certainly not atheistic or an agnostic. Arian had simply stopped caring.
She was beautiful.
The thought crossed Arian's mind only once as he saw the reflection of someone in his glass. She was exiting the bar. She was going onto a life that existed outside of this place, away from his chair. Arian's momentary pause faded and he returned to his lacking in care. However a thought crossed him that he'd had the choice to follow her out of the bar. He could have left his chair and ceased being a piece of this place. "If you sit in the bar stool so long it remember the imprint of you, then perhaps its time to try something else." the bartender spoke to him calmly, seeing the look on Arian's face. The bartender had seen the woman that had broken his spell and knew the girl well.
She was something else, and everyone who knew her knew that simply fact so the bartender remained unsurprised by Arian's sudden interest in her. Telia had always come to the bar, for at least as long as Arian had been coming. She had taken an interest in him, not in drinking. She knew Arian never noticed her, and while she had boyfriends...and occasionally some who were more than that she had always been curious about the man who seemed more in love with the bar-stool than the world.
Arian remained unchanged thought by her presence.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Dreams of Him] (working title)
Placing her hand on the window she felt the chill on the glass. She knew there was no hope for the man she had watched for so many days. Terra. That was his name, and she repeated it over and over again inside her mind. She clung to the name, Terra, as if there was nothing else in life for her. Of course, this particular girl knew there was so much more for her in life than Terra - the man she had only ever seen from this window. Kiyla doubted that he had ever seen her, and his name she had only learned because they had a mutual friend Bira. Bira actually was a boy, his parents had chosen the name prior to his birth and decided to stay with it. Often times Bira found himself going by the nickname B, unable to put up with the taunting.
B refused to introduce her to Terra, and Kiyla often suspected it was for the best. How could the man she imagined him to be actually be a reality? The actual way people were never compared to how she imagined them to be, outside of B. He had a big build and a personality that fit perfectly inside it. Kiyla's thoughts however had a hard time staying on B, as she watched Terra walk from his place of work to where he ate lunch. "Watching him again Ki?" B boomed from behind her, laughing with deep amusement. The two shared an apparent. Kiyla being partially crippled had a hard time getting a job and Bira had been kind enough to take her in and not charge rent. "You know if you keep staring at him out that window you're gonna burn a hole straight through the glass." Kiyla saw him make some strange hand motion in the reflection created on the glass. She, however, did not find this funny.
It was two months later that B took ill. His weight had caught up to him and he could no longer afford to take care of her and get a necessary surgery done and paid for. Kiyla, of course, understood and offered to simply move out or something like that. Kiyla had few friends, but she knew if anything hit the fan she could simply return home or to her sister. B had explained to her that he was going to be moving back to his home so his parents and relatives could support him and that Terra had offered to move in and watch the apartment while B was away. Bira had explained to Terra about Kiyla and Terra informed B that it was up to her; that he would be more than happy to continue helping her out so she would not have to face living with her parents again. B informed her that if she was intending to move to do it within the week, because by the end of it he had to go home and Terra would be moving in.
Kiyla, unsurprisingly, agreed to stay and help her dearest friend Bira pack and get ready for his trip. Once he had left she moved herself to the window again and waited quietly, having forgotten to ask when Terra was supposed to be moving in.
"I take it you are Miss. Kiyla?" a soft voice spoke from the doorway. His strangely tenor voice seemed not to raise above a whisper and it took Kiyla a moment to realize his presence. She turned and felt stunned, sitting in her wheelchair she felt the blush growing on her cheeks. "I...uh....well yes, I am. I take it you're Terra. I told Bira he really should have introduced us before he moved so this would be less awkward...." her voice slowly trailed and nervousness welled up inside of her.
"Bira...he told me that it was better we never meet. He said that a wonderful girl like you might break my heart wide open." he laughed quietly and took up her hand in his, shaking it gently. She was not paralyzed, simply crippled, but the gesture still struck her as a kind one. "He was right, as he always is. A girl like you...." he paused, deftly moving around a comment he decided was not going to be intelligent. "You really are as pretty as he described. Tell me do you enjoy sitting at the window."
"Not at all...actually. I watch people from up here, but I would rather take part."
"Well, then, we shall certainly have to see if we can do something about your participation levels." He spoke with a quiet wink.
So....too explain...I do a daily writing thing as often as I can. Rarely is this everyday, although I'm trying to make it such. These are a few things this month that I've done. They're all unrelated works...and the purpose of this exercise is just to write from your heart...a rough draft. Not to judge it until long after it's all said and done. While I'm not sure I totally agree with this process...it's great for getting ideas generated and I like some of what I've done *giggles* Just figured I would share what I've done in my free time.
On a side note...the previous entry about the shadow was also done in this process. So in response to Contexi, thank you for the compliment. I know where the idea was born from....so while I can't offer evidence to sincerity....I know it's there. Unless your talking about another kind of sincerity ><
Anywho.....hope everyone enjoys
 Evelie Harte · Wed Jun 30, 2010 @ 06:25am · 1 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
