SHORT STORIES AND SNIPPETS : Poetic Admiration for the Fire

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Fires burn brighter the deeper it is within, closer to a heart beating with longing and hope. Embers shining brightly through the windows of the soul, it can be seen by those with the telescopes of an experienced existance.

There’s an admirable beauty of the glow in those eyes, for it is rare to find such a sight amongst many droplets that make up the sea of the walking mundane.

There’s something beautiful about the intricacies of intertwining threads of longing and hope woven onto the tapestry of mind and soul. For that is the stuff that amazing beautiful dreams are made of. The sort of dreams that transcends the trappings of the waking world and come to life, manifested more vivid than the illusions of slumber’s shadow theatrics.

Short stories and snippets : Nuances, unspoken and the little things

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“Why do you say such words to me? What did I ever do for you? I didn’t do anything at all,” she said.

She was confused he could tell. He could also see in her the lack of faith, faith in herself. She had no idea just how much she meant to him, so much so that she felt herself unworthy of such praise.

He looked into the distance before looking back at her, smiling.

“It’s not the big things that you can see. It’s the small things that you miss out,”

“What do you mean?”

“The nuances of the paintbrush strokes you lay upon the canvas of our life together. The way you smile when you see me, the look of peace when our eyes meet, the comfort of my hand in yours, the tiny playful squeezes you put on my fingers, the way you wrap your hand around my arm, the way you rest your head on my shoulder, the way you place your nose gently against mine…”

She looked at him in silence. He continued.

“And all that while being very calm and relaxed in expressing your emotions to me, those nuances. I know how you feel. And that is the reason that moves me forward. I’m grateful for all that you do unspoken, all that you do without realisation. Natural spontaneous expressions. You have no idea how much it means to me and how I appreciate it and am thankful for it.”

He gently placed a hand on her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you. There is no need for anything fancy and material to prove your worth to me. I have received the message of your heart and accepted it wholeheartedly. I have no need for a car when you have already brought me to my destination.”

Short stories and snippets : Sera

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“Sera…”

.: You mention her name yet again. :.

He didn’t respond to the voice in his head and continued staring ahead, lost in his thoughts. He twirled the heart-shaped pendant in his fingers before gently wrapping them around it.

.: I sense you are nervous. What do you fear the most? :.

He kept quiet, before looking up. The tiny light orb floated in front of him, its glow lighting up his features, revealing clearly the look of worry on his face.

“Sera…”

.: Who is this Sera? :.

He stared at the orb before lifting the pendant to his face.

“Someone important. Someone I saved from demons.”

There was a muffled boom and the hallway trembled a little, sending tiny debris falling down from the ceiling. He looked up and let out a huff.

.: Why is this person important to you? :.

“Because I found something precious to me. The reason for fighting…”

.: But that is your job, your calling, you vocation. You have always been facing demons and slaying them. You have always saved people from demons. What makes her different? :.

“This…”

He lifted the heart-shaped pendant. The light orb floated nearer to inspect it, its glow causing glints to appear on the metal work. The light orb suddenly went brighter in shock when it realised that the pendant was emitting heartbeats.

.: It’s alive! :.

“Yes…”

.: But how? :.

“It’s lives because there’s a spell cast on it. It’s the spell of trust. She entrusted her heart to me. I must protect it.”

.: Where is she now? :.

“Far away. Safe. But she’s always close to me. I feel her heart beating next to mine when this pendant rests upon my chest.”

.: Do you miss her? :.

“With every breath I take…”

Another tremor, this time more violent. The light orb now glowed bright, so bright that he had to shield his eyes.

.: THEY HAVE BREACHED THE OUTER WALLS! THEY ARE COMING! FIRST WAVE IS CALLED TO ACTION! :.

“Understood…”

He got up, picking up his sword and shield that lay on his side. Several more units of First Wave came running down the hallway and passed him, each of them having a light orb following them.

“We go now,”

.: Yes, we must go indeed! :.

He held the pendant close to his lips and whispered.

“Wait for me. I’ll come back to you my love. I need to fight, but I will come back. I have to. I must return your heart to you. And my heart must return to you. You are my reason to live. Protect me my love,”

He kissed the pendant and ran towards the assembly of First Wave units. The tall wall that stood before them started to slide open, revealing the outside world beyond the safety of their sanctuary walls. The units ran out, weapons in hand, shouting calls of war and battle.

Their wings spread open and they flew into action.
He joined them in the air.

I will come back to you…
I have to…
I need to…

Wait for me…

Short stories and snippets : Duty

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She looked into his eyes in silence. She showed no emotions but he knew, staring deep into her eyes that there lay a hidden pain, a hesitance, a longing.

“It cannot happen? “We” cannot happen?” she asked.

He gently pulled her closer and lay her head on his shoulder. He then gently rested his head atop hers.

“Unfortunately no…” he replied.

“Why…”

“Because I’m here to do what I have to do. I cannot violate that order. I am your shield from the dangers that come after you.”

“You are doing that well. Can’t it be more than just that?”

“No…it can’t. It’s because of the way things are now that I can be next to you. I don’t want to leave you.”

His wings spread and cast a shade over her, protecting her from the raindrops that started to fall upon them. Both sky and eyes shed tears at that moment. She buried her face in his chest, trembling and sobbing while he looked at her in silence.

I am your guardian angel…
I must abide by my code and order…

I do not break the order not because I’m beyond mortals…
But it’s because I am more mortal that I was made to be…

I have not fallen from grace but I have fallen in love…

And yet, I cannot break away from duty for I will be pulled back to heaven as I would be deemed unworthy to carry out my duty…

And I cannot bear to leave you…

A guardian angel is an angel…
A mortal is a mortal…

Divine irony…

So near yet so far…
So close yet so distant…

Short stories and snippets : Love Young and Alive in Days of Old

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It hit him suddenly, like a little mischievous child who had jumped out of the bushes and pressed a soda can fresh from the freezer onto one’s skin.

He pulled his sweater tighter around him with his free hand. A shiver made its way out from within him and washed all over his whole body like a wave. It was a challenge for him to keep warm, but a bigger challenge to keep a steady hold of the object in his hand.

The cold was remorseless. It made no distinction between gender or age. It just attacked everyone; male female, rich poor, young or old.

He walked slowly into the living room, struggling with the burdens age has added on him, until someone came into view. The sight of her put a smile on his wrinkled face and he felt the cold slowly dissipate away. He approached carefully, very aware of mug in hand that had steam rising from it, dancing slowly and seductively in the cold air.

She was sitting on the coach with her back facing him, looking out the window at the falling snow outside. He peeked around the side, like how he always used to do back in the day, and saw her face. It was grumpy, a frown visible amongst all the wrinkles and tell-tale signs of many moons passed.

A sight to behold.

Clearly the old adage “men age like wine” wasn’t that accurate. As compared to him, she was still a pleasure for the eyes, even when time had taken its toll on her. He didn’t complain about the effects of age, wouldn’t have it any other way. She was beautiful to him at every step of each passing year, beautiful in unique ways with each passing number on the calender. It was a pleasent view for the old eyes, a view decorated by hanging ornaments and streams of memories.

Beautiful, like Christmas morning.

She turned to look at him, her grumpy expression still not changing. He smiled at her and slowly placed the cup in her open hands. The grumpiness melted slowly into a smile of comfort and he chuckled a little.

Old habits die hard. He knew she was not moody. It was just her expression whenever she was cold. She always had something against it. Then again everybody did to varying degrees. But they both knew that warmth came from many places, not just a hearth or heater.

She brought the cup to her mouth with both hands and took a sip carefully. It may be cold all around, but one’s tongue had to be careful when dancing with scalding liquid.

Again, another smile on her face. He grinned a little.

“Hope it keeps you warm,” he said.

“I feel warmer already,” she replied in her signature, albeit slightly crackly, cheery little girl voice.

She continued to sip on the milk as he took his place next to her. The both of them stared out the window, looking at the gentle drizzle of white outside.

Gentle silence filled the air, only to be suddenly broken by the sounds of soft stifled coughs. He got up as quickly as his aged body allowed him to, moving towards her as he did. He braced the cup in her hands in an attempt to prevent any of its contents from spilling out.

“Allow me,” he said as he took the cup from her and placed it on a nearby table.

He then reached for a blanket lying nearby and placed it on her shoulders. Her cough didn’t stop, prompting him to rub her shoulders and pat her back gently.

“Bless are you okay oh dear,” he said.

She looked at him and pouted. He just grinned in return. The nuances and hidden emotions of those words were a little secret shared between them. It was their own little language only found in their own little world.

She then let out a sigh and looked away, pouting still. But he could see the tiny smile sneaking in at the corners of her mouth.

He gently bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Years have etched lines on her face, altered her frame. But she was still as adorable as the first day he had met her. She smiled before looking at him, weary mischief in her eyes.

“I’m growing too old,”

She said those words with mock sadness. He got down on one knee before her, leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against hers. He then gave her a kiss on the forehead.

He knew she was joking. Again, it one of those things from their little secret language. It was a cue that she just wanted to be pampered, and he was more than willing to shower her with the soft petals of his honesty.

“No you’re not. You will always be young and beautiful to me. No matter what,” he said.

She smiled, face turning pink. Even with aged skin filled with freckles, spots and wrinkles, the hue still showed on her cheeks. Despite the cold, he knew she was feeling warm inside.

He took her hands in his and they both stared into each other’s eyes. No words said. No words uttered. No words spoken. His hands that were gently rubbing hers did the talking for him instead. It spoke volumes and said the words in his heart, words he had said countless times but never got tired of uttering.

“You’ve always taken care and watched over everyone. So let me take care of you instead. I will always be here for you.”

Silence fell as she looked into his eyes adoringly and with a happy smile. He returned the same expression in kind.

He knew “always” was too strong a word. He knew nothing lasted forever. Time takes away a lot of things from one’s life.

But until that day came, he promised to stay by her side and be there for her. Because he knew, she would do the same for him. For so many years of short human existance, she had walked the same road together with him, hand in hand. From the day they first met and weaved the intricate knots and ties that connected them together until today, till the day when eternal sleep separated them. They would never be alone. Because he knew, they belonged to each other.


Author’s notes:

I was inspired to write this story when I came across the phrase “You will always be young and beautiful to me”.

Along with this phrase, I was also very blessed to know one particular man who is married. He and is wife are an example of a beautiful thing in a worrying world where relationship ties are as thin as paper.

Break ups, divorces, heartache and heartbreak.

There’s too much mess going around these days where people take unadulterated and true ties between two individuals for granted.

I believe it’s a dream for most people to find that right person. And be able to spend the rest / all of their lives together with that meaningful and important someone.

The imagery of two old people, living together in the flow of time, was something very warm and dear to me. To just be able to imagine being in that situation where one is never truly alone. To know that together, a couple can create a whole new different secret world only they know about.

Short stories and snippets : Sight

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She looked at me and gave me a wrinkled smile. Well when I said look, I mean I got the impression that her eyes were trained on me beneath the cloth that blindfolded her. It was like a scene out of a Kung Fu movie. The master blindfolded, ready to make a move.

“Welcome. Fancy having a stranger such as yourself here in these lands,” she said.

“Well, I’m just a curious traveler that’s all,” I replied.

“Are you now?”

“Well yes actually,”

Indeed I was. Travelling into this remote part of the world, with a population density so low that the next person is a few kilometers away. It made me wonder why the distance between each other, so I asked.

“Why do you live out here all alone? And I noticed that the last person I met was alone as well and far away. You all live far apart from each other,”

“We like the distance because it allows us to channel,”

“Channel?”

“Yes. Energies from the ground flow better when there’s less resistance from the human presence.”

“Do you all live alone?”

“Not all of us. There are families. But it’s one family per encampment. There are either us lone individuals or a family. Nothing more than that. There’re no large population areas, except for the town near the airport from which you arrived.”

“I see,”

Strange culture.

“Only strange to a stranger. Acceptance and lack of fear for the foreign comes with a clearer understanding of it,”

Now that creeped me out. I was talking to a blindfolded psychic.

“It’s easy to read what’s on your mind. Your thought waves emanated like ripples in a lake and I just felt them. Don’t be afraid. It’s the gift we get for being so in-tune with nature. I won’t hurt you,”

“That’s nice,”

“Believe me, there’re far worse things that kill you than me. Now, please, go ahead and ask your silly question,”

This mind reading business was now getting annoying. I wonder what else could she read. I hope she left the porno corner of my mind alone.

“You’re a man in touch with your primal instincts and drive. Your urge to view the material that fuels the beast in your loins is normal. It’s just your instincts calling you. Your inner animal,”

Had I been drinking a beverage I would have sprayed my drink from my mouth all over her. Her statement made it hard for me to suppress my snicker. She left quite a smile on my face and it was threatening to turn into laughter.

“The way you said it. It was funny,”

“It’s good that you liked that. We all need to laugh and smile no?”

“Indeed,”

“The world is in such state that we all need to learn to smile again. A genuine smile too. As you young people say, a proper one, not a “half ass” one. Half an ass. What’s the obsession with the bottom I wonder sometimes. The lingo of your youth amazes me as much as I do you.”

I laughed, unable to hold it anymore. This is actually turning out to be a good holiday.

“A good holiday indeed. Now ask me that funny thought in your head,”

“Well if you’re psychic then why don’t you read my mind?”

“Because you have a mouth so I would like you to use it now,”

“Fair enough…why do children wear glasses these days? I’ve noticed that nowadays, the age of children starting to wear glasses seem to be getting younger. Too much TV or something?”

I didn’t know why I had that weird thought in my head. I guess it was the imagery I had of children in the many back seats of cars that passed by my taxi as I headed to the airport to leave my country. It struck me as quite a shocker that the age of wearing glasses is getting younger. I guess it’s our current age of technology. Cellphone screens, TV screens, excessive computer games. All that eye poison.

“Those pay a toll on the eyes, but they are just mere pricks. There are worse daggers that cut deep,”

I was now listening quietly, intently.

“The world goes blur for children because it’s the body’s natural defence mechanism.”

That caught me by surprise.

“Wait what? Defence mechanism? How is eye damage a defence mechanism. We need our sight to see the world and do things! It’s even worse if our image goes blurry!”

“It’s not about defending your physical being from what the world has to throw at you. It’s about defending your soul,”

“I don’t get it,”

“The world is full of terrible things. Wars, famine, disease, corruption, lies, murders, bloodshed. The world of men has spiraled into a terrible darkness, slowly but surely. Children are the pure souls brought into this world. They are like white sheets of paper, a vat of milk…pure and untainted by the colours of dirt and impurities.
The eyes are a divine gift that was given to us to see the world in its beauty. Natural beauty that nature provides us. A world with natural terrors such as predators and weather shows us not dangers, but the beautiful creations of divinity. Of how creative divinity can be.
The paradox of life is something of an art. To create another side of a coin, to create the opposite of what is otherwise perfection. Something so perfect can have its other side. Nothing can create such a thing except divinity, powers that mere mortals can’t begin to fathom.
But now, the world is plagued with man-made horrors. Men are beings that started out as yet another perfect creation in the mix of perfections. But they were tempted to be divine when it is beyond their capacity. They sully and pervert the meaning of divinity, creating illusions of the truth.
Take immortality for example. Immortality isn’t about living forever in a physical sense. Everything material will come and go. It is a relationship with Mother Time. She dances with us, and when the music stops, the dance stops as well. It’s the turn for the next dancer to come onto the stage. But we try to seek a fountain of youth, to try and live forever. And perversion of the natural order of things has brought forth more destruction, and steered us even further from the truth.”

“So what exactly is immortality then?”

“It’s legacy and memory. That’s why you have the ability to reproduce, to teach your next of kin what you know. It’s to continue on the mission or quest you have embarked upon. You pass away, but the legacy lives on. That’s immortality,”

“You mention truth. What do you mean by truth?”

“Truth is simply what it is. No illusions or lies but the very nature of things. As I mentioned, the age of wearing glasses these days is getting younger because the human body is reacting naturally to the coming of events in the world. The unnatural horrors of men.
The body is putting up a mechanism to try and steer the innocent souls away from the illusions of the material world. It’s like a mother shielding a child from a terrible sight.
‘Don’t see such a terrible thing! Children shouldn’t watch it!'”

“Then how do we see if our world turns blur?”

“You see with the eye of your heart and mind. As blind people are in complete darkness, their world is perceived through hearing. It is a different world altogether,”

“But they may hear lies,”

“Yes true. Lies do exist in sound as well as sight. But sight is more important.
You have heard the phrase ‘the eyes are windows to the soul’?
That is literally true. Through the eyes you can peer into a person’s soul given the right ability, training or divine gift.
Blurring of the sight is like drawing a curtain to a window. It’s to prevent a sight from entering into what matters the most, which is your soul. It’s closing the window and entrance to the inner sanctum of your being. Natural body reaction.”

“Wow…never thought of it that way,”

“The world today is full of illusions. Many material illusions that drive us in the wrong direction. People fight for power over land that is in reality, just dirt and grass and stones.
People struggle for money that is just printed processed paper that was taken from trees felled, causing damage to nature.
People fight for egos and pride, both of which serve no purpose but to polish a so-called ‘image’ that can’t even be seen. What you see in a person is just a human being standing before you. This ‘image’ is just a figment of your imagination.”

“Image is important. It’s to bolster your confidence!”

“Confidence you say? Confidence that you actually inherently had when you were brought into this world?
Every person born has an innate potential and ability that is unique to them. Isn’t that enough for confidence? That you are special in your own way?
The problem lies in the illusion you call society. Society’s expectations. Society has created this little board game of pieces that dictate what you should be, ought to be and such.
No two people are the same. To lump them into one template of an ‘ideal’ individual is like you lumping two pieces of different coloured clay and try to mould them into one single colour.
In the end, the colour that stands out is the colour belonging to the clay that managed to ‘consume’ the other by overpowering it and wrapping around it, erasing its existance from the naked eye.
But the truth is, the other clay is always there. It never disappeared. And yet we fall prey to such deceptions.
Society is just an abstract concept created by men, the ideals and such created by those in power who wish to stay in power. But what is power? The ability to step over another individual and claim dominance? Are you really that powerful?
Or let’s put it this way.
Do you need to be that powerful?”

It was really a surprise, to be washed over with the tide of a profound answer to our world today. I was amazed and lost for words. The world that I thought I knew, thought I had a grasp of, now seemed so alien. Where, or should I say, what have I been living in?

“You know, I’m amazed. What turned out to be a simple point in direction by another lone person in the previous camp I was in turned into a very amazing revelation!”

“There are no coincidences. Things happen for a reason. You are part of an intricate device. That is the perfection of the natural world. All the gears and pieces are interconnected to each other. You are here at this point in time. Your trip is not a coincidence nor is your destination of arrival to this country.
Mother Time felt it right for you to learn something. You have the capability to take in what was given to you, therefore you were led here. The divines don’t give you what you cannot handle.”

“So I’m told this truth. But why me? Is has to be more than just because I’m deemed ready right?”

“For one, it’s because you are ready. Secondly, you have a mission to leave a legacy to continue the work to restore the damage done by our kind.
We must be responsible for our actions. Not us as individuals but us as humans. Humans are one. We are all connected. We must fix what has been done wrong.”

“I see. Just one question. I’m curious.”

“Go ahead,”

“May I ask, why do you wear a blindfold? I don’t mean to be rude but…did the world damage your eyesight so bad that you know…you went blind?”

“No offence taken. And no. I can see actually. My eyes are fine…”

She removed her blindfold to reveal beautiful emerald eyes. She then covered them again.

“But I choose not to. Because what I don’t want to see is an illusion.”

I blinked. This trip was quite an amazing one. I couldn’t look at my living world the same again.

From then on, I would start to live my life with a whole new perspective and insight. To see beyond the veil of illusions drawn before my eyes.

Have you seen past the illusions in your life?


 

Authors notes :

This story was inspired by a thought I had. As I was driving today on the road I passed by a car containing a family. I noticed the daughter in the car was a little girl wearing spectacles.

It got me thinking on the number of children these days who are starting to wear glasses at such a young age.

As storytellers we tend to ask “What if?”
And my mind went into the works.
Hope you enjoyed this take of imagination and idea. Perhaps there is some truth in it after all. 😉

Fifty Words Challenge : Profound

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It’s in the smile, frown and especially tears. It’s not just about physical attraction nor a label put on oneself. It’s about that connection and trust. This thing called love. It isn’t the word, but what it means. There’s a certain kind of beauty to it. It’s simply put…profound.


 

Had an additional idea so decided to come up with it.

Inspired by the weekly challenge found here :

Weekly Writing Challenge – Fifty