As the days went by, tanks fired at me. I screamed for them to put me out of my misery, ripping them apart, begging them to do more. I spent most of my miserable time trying to hurt myself with the sword. And then I started to hurt myself by thinking of what was really the case. I beat at myself all the harder for it. Eventually, I felt myself bleed. I stared down at my hand, which was dark as pitch. The sword was not there, but the crystal was definitely in my forehead. I looked straight ahead and saw a mirror of myself, but the purest white. He had the sword. I was the dark one, the demon, the evil being. How had I deluded myself this whole time? “Have mercy, my better half,” I moaned.
Perhaps it listened. Perhaps it did what it thought was right. Thrusting the blade into the point between my eyes, I could hear it whisper, “Have blissful agony, fiend.”
Light blinded me, burned me like nothing had before. I still see it, the light, all before me. I had not the strength to scream. I don’t know how long I’ve been like this, but the light hasn’t stopped burning yet.
This one is definitely complete. Now I need to think up a new story.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Crystal, Part 4
I decided to deal with the fissure first, so I held the crystal tight and filled the ground’s gaping maw with that red crystal, essentially making a new street where the old one was torn apart. The giant swordsman cut apart a few more buildings. The crystal in my hand stopped vibrating when the sword cut through the last building in its path. Something was definitely wrong here. Looking down, my crystal had started to dig into my palm. No blood was coming out, so I left it where it was.
Looking around, I saw people pointing at me and screaming, then running away. How were there this many people in Denver all of a sudden, anyway? A man on a megaphone was shouting, I realized, and started paying attention to the voice.
“Stand down, whatever you are! What’s left of the military will destroy you!” the mayor of Denver shouted.
“Sir, I’ll help you!” I shouted in return.
The world got smaller around me; I found myself as tall as the skyscrapers. In my hand was a sword made of the crystal. I could feel a hole in my forehead, but when I put my fingers to it, I felt sharp gemstone. “This cannot be!”
I was struck in the leg by an explosion. I looked down and saw a tank, just like a toy, firing at me. Irritated, I roared, “Let me think!” and brought the sword down onto the armored vehicle, which crunched beneath my might. “I am the salvation of this world! I will destroy that shadow!”
The mayor called out again. “You are the shadow, you beast! We will put you down!”
All I could do was scream wordlessly. I swung the sword around, throwing it and finding it in my hand again. The city was destroyed in moments by this rampage, and I sat in the ruins, weeping, trying to pull the crystal from my head and destroy the sword. I tried to rend my own flesh, bleed out, but there was nothing. What was I? Was there any humanity left, or was I just a vehicle for the crystal?
Looking around, I saw people pointing at me and screaming, then running away. How were there this many people in Denver all of a sudden, anyway? A man on a megaphone was shouting, I realized, and started paying attention to the voice.
“Stand down, whatever you are! What’s left of the military will destroy you!” the mayor of Denver shouted.
“Sir, I’ll help you!” I shouted in return.
The world got smaller around me; I found myself as tall as the skyscrapers. In my hand was a sword made of the crystal. I could feel a hole in my forehead, but when I put my fingers to it, I felt sharp gemstone. “This cannot be!”
I was struck in the leg by an explosion. I looked down and saw a tank, just like a toy, firing at me. Irritated, I roared, “Let me think!” and brought the sword down onto the armored vehicle, which crunched beneath my might. “I am the salvation of this world! I will destroy that shadow!”
The mayor called out again. “You are the shadow, you beast! We will put you down!”
All I could do was scream wordlessly. I swung the sword around, throwing it and finding it in my hand again. The city was destroyed in moments by this rampage, and I sat in the ruins, weeping, trying to pull the crystal from my head and destroy the sword. I tried to rend my own flesh, bleed out, but there was nothing. What was I? Was there any humanity left, or was I just a vehicle for the crystal?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I've Returned
Computer had a virus that apparently was sent out through Facebook. I have been without the computer I'm using since Saturday, but it's all good now. The background, though, has become kinda funky and I don't think that problem is ever going to be fixed until this computer is upgraded to Windows 7 and all the stuff is wiped anyway. >_>
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Third Era
Unoriginal rhymes in my mind,
Old and faded, tossed aside.
The time has come to make anew
And leave behind what was broken.
So begins an era third,
Where rhyme is worthless.
Meaning is all that is left.
Let it begin.
Old and faded, tossed aside.
The time has come to make anew
And leave behind what was broken.
So begins an era third,
Where rhyme is worthless.
Meaning is all that is left.
Let it begin.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Crystal, part 3
It gets epic here.
It pulsed, a throb that I felt inside my heart, in my veins, and to my very soul. Touching it was like feeling my salvation, all the answers to my problems inside a stone. I never thought this might have been dangerous, or stupid, or destructive—I had no reason to at the time. As I held it in my hand, staring intently, I lost myself completely in its beauty. Only when I closed my eyes did I realize I couldn’t feel it, and panicked, opening them again and seeing it sitting serenely in my palm, always pulsing.
What was it made of, anyway? I thought it was just a rare stone, but it wasn’t like anything this world had ever seen. I closed my eyes and focused on that pulse, rhythmic and calm. Then I saw fire in my mind’s eye, immense structures made of it and by it. I saw darkness in sheets, and saw the power this crystal had. A dangerous beauty, I thought it. One I could love easily, one I could master, control. So I tried to control it. I saw the fire, and began to mold it inside my mind, and place it in the world around me. Nothing happened, until I relaxed my grip on the crystal, and then it started throbbing faster, turning darker as it did. The field in front of me burned itself down to nothing before the crystal’s presence. At the end, though, the crystal turned back to its previous state with the calm pulse and the bright red.
I realized something: this was humanity’s salvation! With this, I could destroy the cause of the destruction that had wiped out most of Earth’s population! With the crystal, my power was limitless! No longer was I some poor soul who had lost all means of survival, but instead the savior of an entire species. I walked slowly back to Denver, basking in the crystal’s strength.
Getting there in due course, I saw buildings toppled and debris in the streets. Oddly enough, I also saw people out and about, probably afraid of another one of those events that seemed to have happened. Going up to one man, I asked, “What happened here?”
“A giant man came here and cut buildings in half with a sword made of darkness,” he said in a rush. I had to think for a few moments to comprehend what he had said.
“I can destroy this man!” I shouted. “I have this.” I raised the crystal high, and for a moment in shone purple as the land seemed to rip itself apart and was then made right. The ground quaked, shuddered for some reason. Maybe an aftereffect of the crystal being used? Regardless, the clouds turned into a gray, almost black, that I hadn’t seen for over two years. Rain, real rain, poured down. I was the savior of this land. I was the bringer of a new age. I was godlike.
The earth ripped itself open again, didn’t close. I heard another scream, saw a silhouette giant against a skyscraper. The sword’s shadow took up three more buildings in width. A crystal, glowing red, was lodged in his forehead.
It pulsed, a throb that I felt inside my heart, in my veins, and to my very soul. Touching it was like feeling my salvation, all the answers to my problems inside a stone. I never thought this might have been dangerous, or stupid, or destructive—I had no reason to at the time. As I held it in my hand, staring intently, I lost myself completely in its beauty. Only when I closed my eyes did I realize I couldn’t feel it, and panicked, opening them again and seeing it sitting serenely in my palm, always pulsing.
What was it made of, anyway? I thought it was just a rare stone, but it wasn’t like anything this world had ever seen. I closed my eyes and focused on that pulse, rhythmic and calm. Then I saw fire in my mind’s eye, immense structures made of it and by it. I saw darkness in sheets, and saw the power this crystal had. A dangerous beauty, I thought it. One I could love easily, one I could master, control. So I tried to control it. I saw the fire, and began to mold it inside my mind, and place it in the world around me. Nothing happened, until I relaxed my grip on the crystal, and then it started throbbing faster, turning darker as it did. The field in front of me burned itself down to nothing before the crystal’s presence. At the end, though, the crystal turned back to its previous state with the calm pulse and the bright red.
I realized something: this was humanity’s salvation! With this, I could destroy the cause of the destruction that had wiped out most of Earth’s population! With the crystal, my power was limitless! No longer was I some poor soul who had lost all means of survival, but instead the savior of an entire species. I walked slowly back to Denver, basking in the crystal’s strength.
Getting there in due course, I saw buildings toppled and debris in the streets. Oddly enough, I also saw people out and about, probably afraid of another one of those events that seemed to have happened. Going up to one man, I asked, “What happened here?”
“A giant man came here and cut buildings in half with a sword made of darkness,” he said in a rush. I had to think for a few moments to comprehend what he had said.
“I can destroy this man!” I shouted. “I have this.” I raised the crystal high, and for a moment in shone purple as the land seemed to rip itself apart and was then made right. The ground quaked, shuddered for some reason. Maybe an aftereffect of the crystal being used? Regardless, the clouds turned into a gray, almost black, that I hadn’t seen for over two years. Rain, real rain, poured down. I was the savior of this land. I was the bringer of a new age. I was godlike.
The earth ripped itself open again, didn’t close. I heard another scream, saw a silhouette giant against a skyscraper. The sword’s shadow took up three more buildings in width. A crystal, glowing red, was lodged in his forehead.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Crystal, part 2
This is short because I wrote it just a few minutes ago. After all, I need to post something.
Clouds that blotted out the sun greeted me when I opened the door of the apartment building that remained my home for two years. The sky was orange, a sickly color that was the child of an orange and blood. Lightning flashed madly in the distance. Typical.
I’m still not sure where I was going, but if I were to believe in Fate, I would say she guided me. For the worse, surely. What happened in these next hours were what shaped a new era of the world’s history. Thunder’s incessant rumbling was the epitome of my mood. For those who might have seen me walking the streets of Denver, I must have been something out of a nightmare, with a murderous glare on my face, my eyes dark stormclouds of emotion.
Being in a suburb of the city itself, I hadn’t far to walk before I reached no-man’s land. The scream was shaking up my thoughts and my countenance. Whose was it, and what caused it? It reminded me of the deaths that happened in that time that feels like so long ago, where fire was raining without end while earthquakes rocked us like we were on a boat in a massive ocean. Hearing a voice now, scream or not, gives me that very same remembrance, in all its disturbing detail.
Suddenly, my eyes focused on an object that had no place in this city—no, on this planet. I could see a crystal a few inches across glowing bright red in the dirt.
Clouds that blotted out the sun greeted me when I opened the door of the apartment building that remained my home for two years. The sky was orange, a sickly color that was the child of an orange and blood. Lightning flashed madly in the distance. Typical.
I’m still not sure where I was going, but if I were to believe in Fate, I would say she guided me. For the worse, surely. What happened in these next hours were what shaped a new era of the world’s history. Thunder’s incessant rumbling was the epitome of my mood. For those who might have seen me walking the streets of Denver, I must have been something out of a nightmare, with a murderous glare on my face, my eyes dark stormclouds of emotion.
Being in a suburb of the city itself, I hadn’t far to walk before I reached no-man’s land. The scream was shaking up my thoughts and my countenance. Whose was it, and what caused it? It reminded me of the deaths that happened in that time that feels like so long ago, where fire was raining without end while earthquakes rocked us like we were on a boat in a massive ocean. Hearing a voice now, scream or not, gives me that very same remembrance, in all its disturbing detail.
Suddenly, my eyes focused on an object that had no place in this city—no, on this planet. I could see a crystal a few inches across glowing bright red in the dirt.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Post-Apocalyptic Story 1, Part 1
I'm not going to reveal its name until the next section is posted.
Sirens sounding all over the city were my first clue to yet another incident. I looked outside the window in my apartment and saw balls of fire raining down. They weren’t the largest I had seen, and not coming down very fast either. If I had thought that they would only improve from here, I would be wrong. The fire was common nowadays. Even though it was normal, people still got hit by it. The population of Denver had halved with the first earthquakes, cut again by the numerous volcanoes, and mostly wiped out with the meteor.
I ended up as one of the lucky ones, along with about three thousand others. We were Denver now. Situations like ours were happening all over the world. Beijing had fifty thousand people; Rome had five hundred. Most of the people in rural areas were moving in to cities because no supplies were coming to the sticks. Most of Colorado had migrated into this city.
I didn’t usually bother remembering back that far, for much had changed in two years. I was sure much more would change, too. Nobody knew why these events had happened. What was left of the Christian extremists said that humanity had done something utterly vile to displease the Lord. I looked down upon that because many of their own number had been killed by the natural disasters.
The window in my room shattered suddenly, a vicious gust of wind pushing in, then pulling out. Like a massive hand, the wind grabbed my television and my emergency radio and pulled them up and into the sky. I didn’t bother looking; I would have taken a fireball to the face. I was stunned for a few moments because my main means of survival had just been taken. At least that wind hadn’t grabbed my—
Another “hand” of wind went through the same entryway and ripped my fridge from the wall. “Damn,” I remember myself saying rather loudly. I was the only person in this apartment complex, anyway, and was lucky that I even had electricity. With this thought, the power shut down. I said something a little bit nastier this time. The room got even darker as cloud cover increased, but at least the fire stopped coming down. The sirens didn’t stop, though. In the sudden silence, I heard a scream. This was new. And it wasn’t good.
Sirens sounding all over the city were my first clue to yet another incident. I looked outside the window in my apartment and saw balls of fire raining down. They weren’t the largest I had seen, and not coming down very fast either. If I had thought that they would only improve from here, I would be wrong. The fire was common nowadays. Even though it was normal, people still got hit by it. The population of Denver had halved with the first earthquakes, cut again by the numerous volcanoes, and mostly wiped out with the meteor.
I ended up as one of the lucky ones, along with about three thousand others. We were Denver now. Situations like ours were happening all over the world. Beijing had fifty thousand people; Rome had five hundred. Most of the people in rural areas were moving in to cities because no supplies were coming to the sticks. Most of Colorado had migrated into this city.
I didn’t usually bother remembering back that far, for much had changed in two years. I was sure much more would change, too. Nobody knew why these events had happened. What was left of the Christian extremists said that humanity had done something utterly vile to displease the Lord. I looked down upon that because many of their own number had been killed by the natural disasters.
The window in my room shattered suddenly, a vicious gust of wind pushing in, then pulling out. Like a massive hand, the wind grabbed my television and my emergency radio and pulled them up and into the sky. I didn’t bother looking; I would have taken a fireball to the face. I was stunned for a few moments because my main means of survival had just been taken. At least that wind hadn’t grabbed my—
Another “hand” of wind went through the same entryway and ripped my fridge from the wall. “Damn,” I remember myself saying rather loudly. I was the only person in this apartment complex, anyway, and was lucky that I even had electricity. With this thought, the power shut down. I said something a little bit nastier this time. The room got even darker as cloud cover increased, but at least the fire stopped coming down. The sirens didn’t stop, though. In the sudden silence, I heard a scream. This was new. And it wasn’t good.
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