Once upon the beginning of time, sun & water fell in love & made love. They lost their virginity of timelessness & used no force to appose it. It was the most intense love of the milky way. Unexpectedly came into being their baby of consciousness. Life... The sun and water doubted their parenting abilities as they had no knowing of their parents or of how they even came into existence, thus their parenting was rooted in question, but a natural inner love bonded them to their child. They found that as a couple they brought balance to each other's ways; the sun so bright & unmoving; the water so transparent & motional. Through this they knew they could teach their child how to love in the art of imperfection. Their intense creation echoed throughout the universe & the child learnt the ways of their parents & continued to suckle from their teat of photosynthesis until it could return the creation of love back to where it came from. The end.
Inhaling sharply, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her eyelids began to flutter with pain as her slender fingers laced into her deep crimson curls, cupping her palms over her ears, desperately protecting her senses from the verbal assault of voices that resonated off the steel walls of the massive circular chamber.
There were dozens of them. Dozens of angry voices blended together into one angry sound and it was all aimed at her. Each voice threw words at her like clusters of knives that bore into her.
Her fingernails dug into her scalp. The pain was nothing compared to the voices that surrounded her.
.
Though they argued, they all seemed to agree that her refusal was unacceptable. Her ignorance and rebellion could not be tolerated: she was no longer worthy to be among them. They demanded a harsh sentencing.
She pushed her palms against her ears, trying to drown out the voices, but the sudden absence of noise roused her defense. Gingerly, she lowered her hands. The sound of silver and gold charms kissing followed her movement and echoed delicately in the deathly quiet room. She opened her eyes and slowly lifted her gaze to those who stared at her. She could see it in their eerie sea-green eyes: her sentence.
Her price to pay.
Exile.
Breath escaped her as if she had been holding it for ages, her chest collapsing as the all air left her. She knew it would come to this. But she would not kneel to their desires. Bow to the so-called ‘destiny’ she was awarded when she came of age. She would not play role in their game. Planets were not playthings.
“Do you understand this ruling?” A deep voice called out; her eyes were drawn to the man who stood at the front. He was tall and structured, with hair the color of captured moonlight that fell to the base of his spine, pulled back in twists and braids, adorned with beads and trinkets to exhibit his status. His gaze seemed to harbor the most disappointment…and anger inside those glowing and vibrant cyan orbs.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
“You have one last chance before this sentence is passed. Do you renounce your choice?”
She could feel the guards standing there, ready to take hold of her with their strong hands, jerk her away and carry her to her fate. She could change her mind, and remain with the community but she knew it was wrong. She lifted her head and stood tall. “No. I do not. I will stand by my decision.” She said. Her voice was loud and her tone confident.
He breathed in deeply and looked away from her. She could see his disappointment grow in his eyes before he shifted his gaze to the two men standing behind her. He motioned his hand to them as he began to speak, “Very well, if that is your decision: then this is ours.”
She cringed as the fingers wrapped around her arms, pinching and twisting her skin painfully in their grip, but her eyes never left him, even as tears began to well up behind them. The patriarch and leader of her people. The man she once revered and longed for. There were so many words she wished to speak out of anger and out of hurt, but pressed her lips together and kept her head high.
She would accept her fate and force the pain to dissipate. She would not let it fester; she would be at peace with her decision. She had yearned for no more pain. No more fear.
But there would always be pain, and there would always be fear.
One of these days I'll stop fooling around and do something with the world and characters I've created.... but role playing and writing fan fiction is addictive XD this was written for a fan fiction, but this part is actually just my original characters. Maybe one day...
A mock Memorandum I wrote for a guy at work who was retiring, and planned to spend a majority of the time hunting. I didn't really know the guy. But apparently the letter went over well.
Dear All Region 6 Rangers and Staff members,
Please alert the turkeys, bears and bucks in your region that (Retiring Guy) is likely to be in their territory during the next few months, and constitutes FAIR GAME this hunting season. Specifically; bucks should especially be reminded that the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Bears should be warned that you don’t bring claws to a gunfight. And it should be pointed out to all turkeys that safety in numbers isn’t really a thing, you just make it easier for him. It must be stressed that caution is advised, as he is believed to be armed and extremely dangerous.
Should the wildlife begin to complain about the prowess and efficiency of this individual at culling their population, please remind them that official DEC policy states that it is their own fault that meat is so dang tasty.
In addition, signs must be posted at all trailheads warning male hikers that the DEC is not responsible for the loss of any female companions due to his grizzled and handsome complexion. ALL trophies are fair game this hunting season.
Should his presence cause too much of a ruckus, we offer this advice: respect your elders! This man has earned it.
Feeling strange and sad about finishing university, so I have been thinking about the little things that have made me happy this year (emphasis on ‘little things’ in some cases)
Going to the first gig ever that I’ve truly enjoyed and having to leave it early. It’s a strangely positive feeling being so annoyed that you had to leave something early, it’s like proof of how much you loved it.
Trying and failing to explain to my friends, in a pub, why my gin had been served in a jam jar.
Seeing family that I haven’t seen for too long and realising that my little half sisters aren’t so little anymore.
The Chinese supermarket by my house reopening so that I can buy my frozen dumplings again.
My flatmates buying me cookies and ice cream when I was poor and hungry.
Having a ‘second home’ to go to when I needed it.
My puppy’s excitement when he saw me again for the first time in months.
Leaving my last ever University lecture and feeling relieved that education is finally done.
Seeing someone I love starting to figure out what they want to do with their life.
Being lost (and a little bit scared) at my first festival ever and ingeniously buying myself an amazing burrito to distract me until I could find my tent again.
Going to Brighton and realising there are places in this country I would genuinely love to live in.
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Equally, experiencing minus temperatures in March and realising that there are thousands more cities in the world, just as exciting as Brighton, with warmer climates.
Going to my favourite Chinese restaurant with a group of friends and sharing huge amounts of food, followed by going to a pub that served alcoholic slush puppies and had a jukebox.
Seeing someone who worked extremely hard this year, succeed.
Tequila. And tea. (Although this applies to every year since I was 19).
Completing my first professional CV. I wouldn’t hire myself but at least I can see the gaps that need filling in.
There are loads more but some are even more silly than these. It’s strange how writing stuff on the Internet, that no one will read, makes you feel a lot better.
