Ophelia by Paul Albert Steck
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Ophelia by Paul Albert Steck
From your most beautiful hands, / Flow all the shadows and all the stars,
Delmira Agustini, from The Empty Chalices: Poems; âOur Day,â c. 1913 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Writing is what has brought us all together here in the RPC and, to a larger extent, the writing community both here and elsewhere. Itâs what we build our characters upon, connect their stories to one another, construct elaborate or simple or winding or twisty plots with, envision worlds and cities and neighborhoods and people and universes with, see from a godâs point of view what they do and hear them speak and utter about their lives, and so much more.
To all who write here, all who have kept going despite language barriers, or grammar, or punctuation, or spelling, who are aspiring to write for a career or simply do so for fun; who enjoy it and have a passion for it; who want to create and dabble and turn over their characters lives on paper and to share them:
Thank you.
Thank you for being here, and sharing.
Thank you for being here, and writing.
Youâre invaluable and irreplaceable, and nothing would be the same without you.
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There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.
what is the point in having this sad story?
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             She spoke with such enthusiasm. People donât exactly say anything to Sucy unless they want simple things: directions or to see if she has an extra pencil. Those conversations were as short as the lettering used to form their words. Sucy is a phantom lost in a chattering crowd of blurring faces. No one sees her unless they look hard or have a sixth sense strong enough to detect her presence. She doesnât mind it, not really, but itâs foreign to find someone showing genuine INTEREST in her when most like to regard her as: A CREEPY LITTLE GIRL. Her tone isnât unkind either.
                  Wordlessly, Sucy extends her hand. Thereâs not an OUNCE of regret as she waits to see if the bubbly redhead will take the bait. Her spell has been cast, a GLAMOUR of snakes made out of rope. Thankfully, theyâre harmless.
             âYou talk a lot,â blunt acknowledgment, âno one really talks to me.â
Sheâd been babbling for a while; had even admitted nervously in a falsetto giggle akin to bird-song how Ahiru âwas babbling wasnât she?!â . It wasnât exactly uncommon of her to do so, perhaps a trait from being a simplistic animal before becoming so much more . Not that anyone could really convince her of such, much less knew at least not yet in the turn of the storyâs pages .Â
Her gentle cyan eyes are apologetic, yet carry a sense of courage in them - as if despite her lack of poise and more expected graces, that she could withstand and not bend . The girl is enigmatic, hair like pale violet pinks and eyes like sand roses . Super pretty, she thinks, like an unknown princess with an air of distant mystery ! There were all kinds in Kinkan Town; it seemed ! Where else could she have come from ?
Sheâs about to answer that, cheeks already flushed flaming rose, when the emergence of snakes appear - and her not forgone flight of flight has her immediately blurting out a panicked and barely stifled:
âQUA----?!?!?âÂ
Snakes were a predator of ducks. Could it really be helped even in this body, this new form and part of her growing self, that the heroine was fearful ?Â
â S-Sorry, it just, um, startled me anâ yeah I guess I just - y-you know um, well - can I just hold your hand? Itâs really cool and kinda scary that youâre able to take out snakes that can be pretty dangerous but um! Iâd rather shake your hand to make friends! Is that okay?â While her smile was true, as if of gold, the poor bird-turned-girl felt her heart race just looking at the snakes.
â Please let it be okay please let it be okay ! âÂ
âI wish it could always be like this.â
âYouâre always there for me.â
âThe stars are the only thing that makes sense.â
âThereâs more out there, you just have to be patient.â
âIt doesnât all have to be existential dread.âÂ
âYouâre so much different when weâre alone.â
âI like it when the worlds quiet.âÂ
âThereâs a place for us somewhere.â
âTheyâll name constellations after you one day.â
âYour hearts beating so fast.â
âThey donât know what they want.â
âYou donât know what you want.â
âThatâs what theyâre supposed to say.â
âWe really donât know what weâre doing.â
âI miss the old you.â
âNostalgias a trap.â
âAliens are out there.â
âDid you hear that?â
âI really want pizza right now, think itâs open?âÂ
âWhat time is it?â
âBut why would they abduct cows?â
âWeâll all be dead soon enough anyways.âÂ
âI wish we didnât have to sleep.â
âWhat do you believe in?â
âWhat happens after we die?â
âSeems like a silly thing to say, donât you think?âÂ
âAnd whatâs your excuse?â
âYouâll get it together soon.â
âSometimes I feel like Iâll never have it together.â
âItâd be better if people werenât so afraid of their feelings.â
âYou keep quiet and we both lose.â
âI wish I could save this forever.â
âWhen did you realize you were in love with me?â
âThe rooms spinning.â
âI loved you long before you knew.â
âIâm not afraid of death, I think itâll be peaceful.â
âThe Universe is too big for that.â
âDo you think weâve met in other lives?âÂ
âIâd come back to haunt you.âÂ
âWould you come back to haunt me?â
âWhatâs alternate universe you doing right now?â
âTell me a secret.â
âWhy havenât you told anyone?âÂ
âI wish we knew each other sooner.â
âYouâre a game changer.âÂ
âIâm a game changer.â
âDonât ignore fate.âÂ
âIgnorance isnât bliss.â
âWhat, is that a conspiracy theory?â
âItâs probably the Illuminati anyways.âÂ
â If contracts with Witches are heinous then why is this one beautiful? The sun-soaked eyes; the queenly gaze of a woman broken yet unyielding? The sound of churchbells in her mouth before they are turned to ash at the stake, the girl who says nothing and everything, the girl who strangles her heart but cannot quell its beat? She who has died many times and prayed prayers that no one ever heard?
If contracts with wishes are promises, then why does she stay with you, even after everyone has left and there are so many reasons to fade away like a drop of snow? Why does she alone remain ? This being who walks like an Empress, this girl who holds the ancient suffering and beauty of all life in her glance.
Maybe Witches are just girls that time has bound; who have died many deaths and known the breath of man and suffering like no other; and maybe all a Witchâs heart ever was, was a Human heart - that time and herself, has forgotten. â
/Â independent c.c. of code geass .Â
Humanity is not a weakness, and kindness is not a flaw.
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