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Author: XIII, 25/07
The wave had been stopped by...me? What the hell was happening!?! How was this even possible? The wave shimmered in the summer light, it wasn't stopped as such, just sort of hanging there, a few very confused fish danced within, some debris from the harbour floated within, it was like a giant piece of amber, but with all the fluid qualities of water, almost like a lava lamp or a snowglobe. I stood there, and looked down at my hands, i was normal, the small scar on my left thmb was there, the paper cut still bled from earlier when i'd been filing some documents.Author: XIII, 21/07
At first there was a flash of light in the sky, pale silver in colour, like something had just winked into the sky. It wasn't a large flash, just a small sort of reflective light flash that was there for an instant and then disappeared to be replaced by a more sinister and terrifying sight, a red and orange ball of flame headed for the sea on the distant horizon, approaching fast and leaving the air sort of scorched in it's wake, a ball of flame about a mile across or so. It dawned on me instantly that this was it, the little bitter-minded daydream i had came into fruition, the comet, or whatever it was smashed into the sea about 3 miles from the coast, for an instant the sea where the comet hit flashed instantly into steam and then the wave came out of it almost like a sort of worm tunneling just under the surface of the earth at a tremendous speed. It gained momentum and size, ships at sea on the horizon were flung along with the wave, pushed along like small toys. The wave continued to grow, taller now than the very highest point of the town it beared down upon. My face blanched, i remember stupidly soiling myself then and there at the terrifying sight of what i believed to be my death approaching. My thoughts went to my friends, a girl i knew once who i'd never see again, my family nearby possibly seeing what i saw now. The wave came crashing into the harbour, the walls of the inner harbor disappearing inside a new wall, one of water, and far taller than they. Why was this happening? What had i done? Why had i thought what i thought? what i thought? Interesting...my mind said stop as i gave voice to the words and the sea just stopped dead, frozen there, unmoving as a block of granite. Voices started to impose themselves on me as i realised all of the town was collectively shitting itself at the site of it's death, and the realisation that this death wouldn't happen because the wall of water that hovered 6 miles above had stopped dead in it's tracks.
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Author: XIII, 10/07
From what I've been told of my life by various people, most often including myself, is that it has been one of the most erratic lives of any single being. I've been born about 10 times, died at least 6 times, and have erased whole portions of it just so I could be more comfortable with my own conscience. I have made fantasy reality, and have made reality fantasy just on a whim. Why I got this power is anyone's guess, but I got it, and no one else did, so there it is. I look back now without regret really, for all the terrible things I did have already been long since done, erased, re-done, and then erased again, only for my own whims to let them happen again. This is the end of my story now, my mind has grown weary of the constant restarts and rebirths, and I face the inevitability of my own end, this time, I hope, for real. I look out on the shoreline of this land and stare into the sun, until my eyes begin to make the strange dancing patterns that mean I looked too long, and I turn with the afterimage of the sun in my vision. Making my way back to the small fishing village up the coast, that will one day become so very different, I start to reminisce about my lives, the knowledge begins to seep through into my awareness, and it's as I get back to my small dwelling in the village that I decide to write the story that will help me move on with this small, insubstantial existence.
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