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don't compare with eyedreamisms!!! it's actually a bedtime story for my beloved, i just felt like being silly.
"Once there was a man called Bob, and he was a very unlucky man. Nothing ever went right for him. You know how a kid might take in a bird's egg they find in their garden and care for it, well his turned out to be a raven, and it killed his Somali kitten, blinded his mother (a darts player), and broke his father Jim's arm. Jim had been a professional fencer, and was going to have taught Bob before this happened, which meant Bob nearly got killed when he later got in a swordfight in the school playground. He thought his luck had changed a few years back when he met the girl of his dreams; it was a whirlwind relationship, they got married in days, and she was exceedingly beautiful and wealthy. She was flying over in her private jet to come live with him, and was bringing all her belongings with her, including millions of pounds worth of jewellery and the title deeds to all her lands. Sadly, she got caught in a freak storm, and as she was helping co-pilot out of it, the pilot took the opportunity he'd been looking for to kill her and steal all her possessions. One day Bob met Dave, a rich ex-pilot, who was the luckiest man alive, he had a Nobel Prize winner supermodel for a wife, three fantastic kids, a dream job, everything imaginable. And it turned out Bob and Dave were gay, and they eloped to Canada, and lived happily ever after."
aren't you glad i have no children to put to sleep? i'm doing some actual writing, but i have a tendency to make it about me and people i know. i'm just self-involved.
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Waking Nightmare
What have I done? I looked at my hands, dripping a congealing red. I felt faint.
I'd needed to repaint my depressingly blue walls, I dryly mused, and now I was spraying them red. Red for the anger I felt that she had left me. Red for the passion we had had, that we had consumated in that very room. I thought I'd been enough for her, I mean I knew she had trouble coping, but it was ok when I was there, and I was always there when she needed me. Or was it that she needed me when I wasn't there, and then I came? Whatever, it's too late now, we both knew I couldn't do more, and what I did wasn't enough. Not enough to stop her taking her only escape, and leave me to die.
That's not it. It's not like that. She went because she wanted me to live, she thought she was killing me. I couldn't have died though, I had to be there for her, and I had her smile to sustain me, her words to treasure, her idiosyncrasies to amuse, and her beauty to awe me. Yes it hurt; my soul bled as she cried, my time froze and my mind was deafeningly silent. It was an eternity of pain, but I always ended it, and, her eyes drying, I could always make her smile, then laugh, then joke. And in those moments I almost felt it'd be ok, it'd work out.
Nothing works out though. Everything to live for, both of us - friends, family, even fame to some extent - but we couldn't live for ourselves. Her self couldn't cope, it was in constant internal conflict, and my self I gave to her. She felt guilty and powerless for having to take it, but she had to take it. And now it is gone, with her.
The sun is rising and I'm listening to "joni-I'd-slit-my-wrists-to-this-music-but-it's-so-damn-beautiful mitchell", as my cousin put it, but my soul has already died, and I no longer see beauty.
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Once there was a man named Fred. Fred was very poor. However, Fred lived near a magic cave.
One day, Fred decided to go into the magic cave. He approached the entrance and peered inside. It was dark in there. Fred lit a candle. He could barely see, but he was determined to explore the magic cave.
As Fred walked slowly through the cave, the candle went out. It was completely dark. Fred pulled out his matches, but he droped them. He bent to pick them up only to find that they had fallen into a puddle of water.
Fred did not feel very good about this. He turned around and began walking back toward the entrance. It wasn't that far.
He groped forward in the darkness. Unfortunately he stepped off of a cliff.
He screamed as he fell. After about 10 seconds of falling, he stopped screaming. After about 40 seconds of falling, his sense of panic began to subside. After about 5 minutes of falling he began to wonder if he was falling. After about 30 minutes of falling he began to wonder if he was allready dead. After about 5 hours of falling he was bored and confused. Fred was cold, but there was nothing he could do. Eventually, Fred fell asleep.
When he awoke, Fred was no longer falling. He could see soft colorfull light coming from different places around a small cavern. Fred could see that the light was coming from large crystals protruding from the cavern walls.
As Fred sat up, he saw that standing at his feet was the most beautifull woman he had ever seen. She was completely naked, her skin was smooth and white with a slight rosey tone, but she had some very odd features too. She lacked details where a woman's intamate features should be, just the same smooth white skin. Her hair was an almost glowing translucient pink. Her eyes were the brightest green eyes that Fred had ever seen. The most amazing thing of all however, was that from her back, there spread a pair of large translucient pink wings, the same color of her hair.
Fred felt an incredable sense of joy at the sight of her. "You must have saved me . ." he muttered as he begain to sit up. The girl gave a small giggle and turned a little to the side.
Fred was stunned at the sight of her, he had a heady euphoric feeling of infactuation. "Can you speak?" he asked. She was obviously a supernatural being. She cocked her head to the side in an animated spritely motion. "I can speak" she said in a sweet coy voice.
Fred began to get up, "Thank you so much for saving me." Just as he was getting to his feet the girl pushed him. Hard. He landed flat on his butt.
" I didn't save you" she said with a slight smile "I made you think you were falling with a curse!" She seemed very enthusiastic, "Maybe if you knew it was an illusion you would have had a chance, but you just gave up! Went to sleep!"
Fred was somewhat startled by this news but he was still hopefull. She was so beautifull, her voice so achingly innocent, surely she meant him no harm, "Wha- Why? What do you want from me?"
"Hmm, what do I want . . ." she began pacing around him, "I . . want . . a . ." she paused, then turned and pointed at him "Slave!" Fred suddenly felt as though a swarm of butterflies was welling up in his stomach but he tried to fight back the wave of anxiety, "I can't do that! I mean, you can't make me your slave! Look! I . . uh, I'm sorry! Can't I just leave?" The girl just giggled again and Fred begain to get up, thinking that perhaps, she was laughing because the whole thing was a joke. She pushed him down again and smiled sweetly "just be a good boy, Okay?"
What ever or who ever she was, Fred was really begining to get angry and he decided he would have no more. He begain to get up for the third time and when the strange girl aproached he braced himself and widened his stance so she couldn't push him off balance, but then she didn't reach out to shove him. She came close. Pressing against him. Her bright green eyes looked so innocent. She put her head right next to his and he could feel her breath on his cheek. She kissed him softly near his ear and he could feel a heat welling up inside of him. Her hair smelled so sweet and her skin was so soft.
He began to relax and just as he reached to put a hand on her shoulder, she pushed him over more forcfully than before, laughing as he tumbled over. Fred felt as though he had been plunged in icy water. He didn't feel angry this time, mostly just embarrassed and confused. And a little disapointed too.
She chuckled, "So this is what a human is like." She smiled down at him. Fred's sense of frustration began to grow again but he decided not to try and force anything yet. "So then, what are you?" he asked. She squatted down next to him folding her arms across her knees. "You don't know. Do you?"
"Thats why I asked." Fred repleied.
"I am as you see me, I am what you see."
"I somehow doubt that."
"Why?" the girl begain to lean towards him, planting one hand on the ground next to him.
Fred twisted away and jumped to his feet "I'm not falling for your tricks. You can't tease me again!" The girl gave him an overly dramatic pouty little frown "Aw, doesn't my slave trust me?"
"I'm not your slave!" Fred shouted as he turned to look at his surroundings some more. He could see that the chamber had a tunnel leading off at each end. He looked to the girl who was standing now, a hand on one hip. No use asking her the way out.
"You'll see." she said with a coy smile.
"See the way out?" Fred asked turning toward the tunnel behind him. "You'll see that you're my slave. You'll learn soon enough."
Fred turned to look at her but she was gone. The multi-colored lights began to fade out except for a few dim blue ones. The cavern grew cold and drafty.
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I can't believed my silly little Eyedreamisms won your mention! I feel famous. I like your writings, they are whimsical and dark and playful. Although better to read when I'm in a focused mood.
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Once, back in my traveling days, I lived in a tooth. A giant tooth. In the maw of a great beast that roamed the land eating trees.
I lived in a hole in that tooth with my cat Fred who was fond of wearing a monocle and his favorite red vest. We played chess together, read books, and had long philosophical discussions in our little tooth house.
It wasn't a bad life all in all. At night when the great beast went to sleep we would slip out of the tooth and explore and scavenge. Fred and I became quite good at chess. I had a small couch and a stove. Don't ask me how I got them in there.
The worst times though, had to be when the beast was eating. Munching on trees makes a terrible ruckus! Twigs and leaves would sometimes come flying into the entrance to our home. The snapping of a tree trunk is terribly loud, and the up and down of the chewing could make you sea sick.
Ah, but the rewards! Every day Fred and I would see something new. We saw the crystal landscape of Phytopia, the soaring mountains of Vesper, the ancient ruins of Eridia. I saw rivers so wide, and I saw rivers so wild. Oceans that stretched across the horizon.
Once we stopped near a village of painters. Every citizen enjoyed painting. Some would paint beautiful works. Some would scrible. Some would make parodies of what the others had painted. There were even a few who would walk up to a blank canvas and use thier paintbrush to write "Gee, look no one has painted here. Surely some one would have painted on this!"
Fred and I must have had our portriats painted a dozen times before we got back home. And just in the nic of time, for the beast was about to awaken.
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Canto I
Sometimes Gods play at dice, and dicey Death
At chess – Luke preferr’d cards. Modestly loth
To out-trump in games of pure skill, nor keen
To reveal his unfair fortune, as seen
In games of pure chance, he plays at cards. He
Bests the Gods’ champions in Church-group rummy
Each Wednesday, and he dances with Death’s men
In alley-way poker over weekends.
He doesn’t play for the money he wins;
He doesn’t play for respect. Now he grins;
His current question the hand of a Belle;
At Ombre with a Baron he doth duel.
Yet no Sylphs to steady his subtle hands,
He must keep his wits sharp and make his plans;
He does not fear, for never has he lost.
And now the cards are dealt, the die is cast.
Canto II
What a hand was this! Trumps declar’d as Spades,
His bleeding and burning hand Luke surveys.
What good are broken hearts to battle swords,
And diamonds strong not in actions but words?
Rusty and shattered Five and Six, yet more,
Were the sum of the swords he had in store.
A duet of Duos, one of Sextos,
A feebly unfit triplet of Quintos,
A mere Moorish Queen, and most lewdly pair’d
With an unmatched Knave in raiments of red.
Curses! Never had he felt such panic;
His heart races, his eyes dilate. Magic
He needs now, yet there is no saving grace
For those with but two tools above an Ace.
Recalling vict’ries, hitherto so sure,
He contemplates fleeing; never before
Has this one thing so certainly been true:
That a bloodbath would doubtlessly ensue.
Canto III
“Now move to war her sable Matadores,
In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors.
Spadillio first, unconquerable Lord!
Led off two captive trumps, and swept the board.
As many more Manillio forc’d to yield,
And march’d a victor from the verdant field.
Him Basto follow’d, but his fate more hard
Gain’d but one trump and one Plebeian card.”
(For shame! displaying such dearth of strength;
Luke pray’d the game would shorten in its length.)
“With his broad sabre next, a chief in years,
The hoary Majesty of Spades appears,
Puts forth one manly leg, to sight reveal’d,
The rest, his many-coloured robe conceal’d.
The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage,
Proves the just victim of his royal rage.
Ev’n mighty Pam, that Kings and Queens o’erthrew
And mow’d down armies in the fights of Lu,
Sad chance of war! now destitute of aid,
Falls undistinguish’d by the victor Spade!”
(Yet less seen a diamond sliver next fell;
Knave’s sword slips, shatters: the shriek of Luke’s knell.)
Canto IV
“Thus far both armies to Belinda yield;
Now to the Baron’s fate inclines the field.
His warlike Amazon her host invades,
Th’imperial consort of the crown of Spades.
The Club’s black tyrant first her victim dy’d,
Spite of his haughty mein, and barb’rous pride:
What boots the regal circle on his head,
His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread;
That long behind he trails his pompous robe,
And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe?
The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace;
Th’embroider’d King who shows but half his face,
And his refulgent Queen, with powr’s combin’d,
Of broken troops an easy conquest find.
Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder seen,
With throngs promiscuous strow the level green.
Thus when dispers’d a routed army runs,
Of Asia’s troops, and Afric’s sable sons,
With like confusion different nations fly,
Of various habit, and of various dye,
The pierc’d battalions dis-united fall,
In heaps on heaps; one fate o’erwhelms them all.”
(Shining shards play’d to pierce his heart and soul,
To out-live the fray is Luke’s only goal.)
“The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts,
And wins (oh shameful chance!) the Queen of Hearts.
At this, the blood of virgin’s cheek forsook,
A livid paleness spreads o’er all her look;
She sees, and trembles at th’approaching ill,
Just in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.
And now, (as oft in some distempere’d State)
On one nice trick depends the general fate.
An Ace of Hearts steps forth: the King unseen
Lurk’d in her hand, and mourn’d his captive Queen:
He springs to vengeance with an eager pace,
And falls like thunder on the prostrate Ace.
The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky;
The walls, the woods, and long canals reply.”
(Facing her, devastated dear Luke sits,
His loss and failure, hopeless tears begets.)
Canto V
“I was as constant as the Northern Star!
Yet now such gold glory is hurl’d afar.
O such deadly defeat! Ceas’d has my reign;
Never am I to play at cards again.
My dream’d dream destroy’d, and dare I re-face
My opponents since such heinous disgrace?
Nay, not I, in my death bed shall I lie
For all my days; Nature’s path to deny,
I shall but sit by the road and pity
Those that pass by in quest for levity.
For gaiety this route can never find;
Joy is but in the head and in the mind.
In life and worldly ways it exists not;
Mere deluding myth is the so-called heart.
Thanks be my defeat! for now I can see,
Though now I question if this world’s for me.
Unseen, unheard, unknown and unwinning,
My very existence is a sinning.
Both Baron and Belle shall I remember
Each day; he rich and cold, she with sabre.
To achieve what with cards did I intend?
But the beauteous hand of a girlfriend…”
Thus speaks Luke, and thus softly does he end;
Now dropping his head, tears again descend.
copyright aneesh barai 2003 (also accredit appropriate bits to alexander pope)
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I knew I marked this for a reason!
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