It was One O’clock in the morning, nothing could be heard, it was a cool, frosty night and Tim lay in bed, moaning and crying as he had done for the past twelve months after his Fathers death. He would see the same thing every night. His Father waving goodbye as he got onto his boat for his trip to an offshore island to study the Reptiles, but the next part of the dream was less happy. The sea got rough, the water sprayed up onto the boat stinging his Fathers eyes. A huge wave would come throwing the boat up into the air, and bringing it crashing down upon a pile of rocks. The boat would crack, pieces of wood flying everywhere, a chunk flying straight into his Fathers eye as he ran around helplessly waist deep in water. He was right offshore the island, water filled with Sharks that could smell his blood. They would come, lunging towards him tearing his left leg straight from his body. His blood filling the waters surrounding him. He crawled through Oysters, cutting all over his body, to soft sand, bleeding he screamed for help. He began getting dizzy; he knew he had lost lots of blood. He took his pocket-watch out of his pocket and threw it into the jungle in front of him. He started panting, he knew he was going to die, and he screamed, crying,. A wave landed on top of him, to reveal nothing but blood red sand.
Tim awoke, screaming and wet with sweat. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom; he opened his mouth as vomit flew into the toilet. He turned on the tap, cupped his hands and felt the icy water drip into them; he threw it up into his face washing away his tears and “sleep”. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was a tall skinny boy, with a mouse-brown hair, he had big green eyes and shinning white teeth.
“Another bad dream?”
He turned around expecting to see someone else, but it was only his Mother. Wearing pink fluffy slippers, she had dyed blonde hair and looked extremely tired, with lines under her eyes.
“Yeah” He said “The same one.”
“Don’t worry they’ll be gone soon.”
He shook his head. He wasn’t so sure of that, he had a school excursion coming up, he had to take a boat to that same island his Father had been on, and if he didn’t he would fail Biology. The only subject he’d ever cared about since he was a child. He wanted to be just like his Father. There was a sudden loud knock on the door.
“I’ll get it” she said walking away “You just get dressed.”
Tim quickly ripped off his clothes and put on an old baggy pair of jeans and a Led Zeppelin T-Shirt and a pair of rusted old dog-tags.
“Oh hey Josh.” She said, opening the door to let the young boy in.
“Is Tim up yet? We planned to walk to the dock.” He asked looking worried.
Tim quickly walked out grabbing his bag.
“I’m ready, let’s go.” He muttered quickly.
Josh was around the same height as Tim, but with long silky red hair and no freckles. He had light brown eyes and was wearing jeans and a plain white T-Shirt, around his neck hung the symbol of the Ouroboros (a Snake biting its tail). He brushed his hair out of his eyes as Tim walked past him.
“Wait Tim, can I have a word?” Shot his mother just as he was stepping out the door.
Tim turned slowly; they’d had this talk before.
“It’s OK Tim, go ahead, I’ll wait outside.” Said Josh again brushing the hair out of his eyes.
Tim gave a short, fake smile before letting Josh walk past, and walked into the kitchen with his mum.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” She said looking at him sternly.
“I don’t want to, we’ve had this talk before. But I have to OK mum? I’ll be fine.”
“Tim I just-”
He cut her off as he started walking out the door.
“Yeah well, we’ll talk about it when I get back.”
He closed the door, and caught up to Josh who was halfway up the street. He lived in a small misty town, nothing much besides beach and sea, besides a few shopping centres. As they walked past a blow hole it quickly blurted icy water all over them.
“Oh shit that’s cold!” Yelled Josh quickly running to the other side of the road.
“Ah come on, it’s not that bad.” Said Tim laughing.
“Argh man…” Moaned Josh looking down.
“What?”
“I lost my necklace!” He ran over looking down.
“Man I wouldn’t do that, I’ve heard of people falling in.”
“Yeah well, you’re a good swimmer, you’d save me.” He said peering hard into the water. “I think I can see it.”
“Dude, back away I can hear it.”
A rumbling filled their ears but Josh ignored it.
“Well time for you to save me!” Yelled Josh as he jumped down landing on a small cliff edge.
“Josh!”
He ran over, making it there just as water burst from the hole soaking him. He couldn’t see anything down there.
“Josh! Josh!”
“Down here you wanker!”
He could barely make out the shape, but he saw Josh’s hand grabbing the edge of the cliff, loosing his grip and in his hand was the Ouroboros necklace.
“Shit man!”
“Just fucking jump down here and get me!”
“Dude…”
“Now!”
Without hesitation Tim jumped landing on a small edge, he lowered himself down a bit, he slipped and fell landing on a bit of a bigger edge on his back.
“Tim! You all right buddy?” Josh yelled with difficulty.
“I’ve been worse” Tim moaned lifting himself up.
They heard a short rumble, they new what was coming next and they didn’t have much time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He quickly jumped from ledge to ledge.
He could see the water coming and he could see for some reason this was not normal sized. He dived down landing flat on his stomach right above Josh.
“Tim! Tim are you alright!” He screamed only now realising the seriousness they were in.
What they heard next almost sent them deaf, a noise louder than Thunder, the water was crashing in. Josh’s face filled with fear.
“Tim! Tim go now! Tim get out!”
Tim knew they were doomed. But inside his head he heard a faint voice, it was telling him to get up. He was ignoring it.
“Get up, get up, get up.” it said.
Tim whispered “I can’t…”
“Get up!” It screamed a noise louder than the crashing of the water, so loud was the noise inside his mind that Josh could hear it.
“What the…” said Josh as the water came flying up upon him.
Tim seemed to just hover to his feet he grabbed his friends hands and hopped up to the top, quickly escaping the brute force of the water which burst higher than 30 feet in the air. They crashed, landing in the middle of the road as water crashed down upon them and the rest of the street.
“What the hell was that?” Whispered Josh.
“That blow hole ate some bad casserole” Tim said laughing.
They stood up soaking wet.
“How the hell are we going to explain this to Mr. Graham?” Said Tim looking at Josh.
Josh’s long red hair was filled with seaweed, they were both covered with massive cuts and bruises and were soaking wet.
“Improvise.” Said Josh, spitting out some water and blood.
******
“Where have you two been?” Asked George Monroe.
He was a tall dark skinned man and quite chubby. He was wearing a khaki T-Shirt and some short jeans, his face was covered by a huge pair of sun glasses.
“Well we had an incident Sir.” Said Tim grinning.
“You look like you’ve been hit by a bus.” He said taking off his glasses for a better look. “Just what the hell happened?”
“Well you see…” Said Josh “I kinda lost my necklace down the blow hole.”
“You have to be kidding me.” He said, quite shocked.
“It’s OK Sir, we’re all in one piece.” Said Tim touching his arms and legs and finishing by grabbing his crotch.
“Thank God for that. Now get over there and sign on.” He said pointing towards a woman in a white Visa marking the roll.
******
It was dusk, the sun was beginning to disappear, the water was calm and Mosquitoes where biting everyone.
“Dude did you bring any Areoguard?” Said Josh slapping at his arms and legs.
“No, for some reason Mossies don’t like my blood same with Leeches and other things.”
“Bah.” Said Josh slapping himself in the face. “This is GAY!”
Tim just laughed as he sat down at a small wooden table writing notes. They were in a small room, not more than 5-6 metres big.
“Screw this I’m going to have a shower.” Said Josh throwing down his shirt.
“Well don’t get into your lame PJ’s, I promised Trish and Jamie we’d meet them at 11:00. ”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” He said turning on the shower. “Tim loves Trish! Oh he wants to do things to her!”
“Dude shut the hell up man!”
“Ha-ha take a joke.”
Suddenly a loud crack of thunder and a huge bolt of lightning hit right next to the boat. The boat stopped and the shower stopped running.
“What the hell was that?” said Josh stepping out wearing a towel around his waist.
“It was just some lightning.” Said Tim ignoring him.
“Where did it come from, we had perfect weather.” He said looking confused.
It began raining hard.
“OK. Now you have my attention.” Said Tim now looking up.
The boat began rocking fiercely.
“Tim…”
A huge wave flipped the boat sending it down under the water, but even then it was still being thrown around until it smashed into a group of rocks sending it flying in pieces.
******
“Tim! Tim!”
Josh was stuck right onshore the island a piece of the boat landed on him and had stuck his left leg. Tim laid across from him a piece of the boat over both his legs.
“What…?” Tim asked, looking up, still dizzy.
“Tim! I’m stuck!”
“Well that makes two of us.” Moaned Tim, trying to lift his head up.
It was low tide, but if it raised any higher they would surely both drown.
“Can you lift yourself out?” Asked Tim turning his head to look at Josh.
“No, can you?”
“No… ah… it hurts…”
In the middle of them lay a huge, rusty, old nail.
“I’m gonna get myself out” Said Tim looking at the nail. “It’s either that or we die.”
But before he had even finished talking Josh had it in his hand.
“Josh no!” He screamed.
Josh ripped off a piece of clothing and shoved in his mouth, than stabbed the nail down into his leg. Afterwards followed muffled screams.
“Josh no! Josh stop!”
Josh had now gotten rid of all the skin surrounding his bone. His face was red and he was in massive pain, the piece of clothing fell out of his mouth and his screaming filled the beach. He began bashing his bone, snapping his own leg off.
His pain was so immense he couldn’t do anything but scream. He crawled across to Tim, throwing the boat off him.
“C’mon Josh…” Screamed Tim carrying him further up the beach.
Tim tried to relax him, but he was shaking uncontrollably. The beach was covered with a line of blood.
Josh ripped off his necklace placing it in Tim’s hands.
“You… ugh… have…”
Tim could feel his hands…. they felt cold… He knew Josh didn’t have long but he wouldn’t accept it.
“NO!” He screamed banging the ground with his fists, the ouroboros imprinting itself in the sand.
Tim fell beside Josh’s cold body crying. The Ouroboros imprinted into the sand began glowing. He laid his hand on Josh, but it felt warm. He lifted up his head and looked over at Josh. Josh was sitting up. With both legs.
“What the fuck…!” Yelled Tim quickly jumping up.
Josh looked at himself.
“What happened?” He asked quite puzzled.
“You were fucking dead is what happened!” Yelled Tim looking at him.
“Why the hell are we on an island?” Said Josh looking around puzzled.
Tim stepped back, confused and afraid. He felt something under his foot. He turned around seeing a pocket-watch. Visions of his dream about his Father flew through his head.
“No…”
He picked it up and opened it. Inscribed on the side of the watch was his Fathers name. Tim began crying. He looked again. And written underneath his Fathers name was something he’d never seen before. Inscribed were the letters, M.A.N.A.

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Mytho

March 30, 2010

I had been 15 for 4 months now. My life had taken a turn for the worse. I spent everyday in daydream, lusting for adventure, thrills, exploration anything to take my mind off Local Research Tasks for Geography. I would still think back to my trip when I was thirteen. Finland, my first time out of Australia, and what an adventure it was! Sure there was museums and restaurants, but my finally few days I can never forget. Exploring the unknown, adventuring into the wild, overcoming my fears, the sense of self achievement. The plate… if ever I was depressed thinking back over it’s words gave me hope. I would complain to my parents constantly. They said we could go elsewhere when I finished year 10. Great, I only have to wait 2 years.
I spent my days reading adventure novels and watching classics such as: Indiana Jones, The Goonies, The African Queen and Stand by Me.
None of these even resembled my adventure, but they were what I longed for.
“I was talking to Mr. Humboldt yesterday,” My mother states while washing the dishes. “He says he needs some help moving some things, I told him you’d help him.”
I groan. Mr. Humboldt lives down the street from me. He’s one of those eccentric neighbours you try to avoid ever talking to, the kind who constantly tells grand tales which make your eyes roll and stomach rumble.
“Great.” I say to my mum, pulling a cheesy fake smile, before locking myself in my room to continue reading my Tintin comics.

I knock on the front door of a old wooden house. I don’t knock too hard for fear it may crumple into a thousand pieces. While waiting for a answer I inspect the door. The wood making it is thick and ancient. Thick moss grows over it. Curiosity takes over and I peel pieces off, strange symbols cover the wood. There is a creak, and the door opens.
“Is that you?” Says the deep frail voice.
“Yes Mr. Humboldt. My mother told you I was coming?”
“Yes, yes, of course, come on in.”
He moves away, not opening the door any wider I slide on in. The house looks no different on the inside, ancient wood fills the house, the floor covered in exotic and foreign carpets. Grand paintings cover the walls, gold frames and mystical drawings.
“You like these paintings, yes?” He asks.
“Very much so,” I whisper not wanting the house to collapse from my breath. “Where are they from?”
“All over the place. That one there,” He points to a photo of a boy on a hill. “Is Soria Moria by Theodor Kittelsen. One of my most modern paintings. I have many traditional cave paintings from cultures all over the globe.” He insists.
“Cool.” I say, not sure what quite to say to the frail old man standing before me.
“You’re mother tells me you’re quite the adventure seeker. Is this true?”
“Yeah, it’s what I love.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “So what adventuring have you done?” He probes.
Hesitant I answer. “Well 2 years ago we went to Finland, I got to see lots of historical stuff and try all these new things.”
“So you’re a tourist?” He insists, somehow finding humour in it.
“Well kinda, but no.” I don’t like the way he says it, like putting me down. “There was this cave in this village, and-”
He cuts me off. “Ah yes. I have been there. So you read the plate I assume?”
“Yes I have.” I try to sound brave.
“How old were you?”
Is he interrogating me?
“I was 13.”
He nods his head and continues walking down the long windy hall of his house. His house looked smaller on the outsider, but I get the feeling we’re going down ever slightly and that his house expands under the ground. We come to a room filled with books, like a library of an ancient castle. My eyes leaps to certain book titles: The Pit and the Pendulum, The Winterheart, Aesop’s Fables-
“A reader are you?”
He breaks my concentration.
“There are so many books here.” I say in awe.
“Yes there are, ones from all over the centuries. I like to think of myself as a bit of a collector.” He chuckles. “Tell me, have you ever went Sky Diving?”
I shake my head.
“Bungee Jumping? Paint ball?-”
His list goes on as I shake my head feeling very out of place.
“These are little adventures you should experience,” He insists. “Things to do while you wait for your next journey. Fulfil you life.” He grins.
“Ok?” I reply, wishing I had stayed at home and played Zelda.
“Now your mother said you could help me with some moving?”
“Yes,” I say, thankful to have the conversation progress. “What would you like me to move.”
“This.” He says, handing me a box.
“What’s in it?” I ask again curiosity grinding against my soul.
“Some relics I need you to deliver for me.”
“Deliver to where?” I prompt, not wanting to have to go far.
“To the museum.” He says.
My posture shrinks. That’s an hours train ride.
“Can I see what’s inside?” I plead.
“Go ahead.” He shrugs, not caring in the slightest.
I open the box. Inside is a large piece of stone with foreign writing on it. I can tell it is ancient.
“What is it?”
“A language. You may have heard of it, it’s called Rongorongo.”
“From Easter Island?”
“Well it’s supposed to be.” He says eerily.
I stand in silence. Alright, he has my interest. I wait for him to continue.
“I found this script in a half buried Temple in the Congo. So far as we could tell the Temple was simply made of stone, it was half sunk on the side of a muddy river, we excavated the site over 20 years ago, this was the only thing we found before it collapsed. The locals dared not speak about it, and avoided the Temple if at all possible.”
“And it can’t be translated?” I question.
“No.” He whispers. “But the bigger question is how did it get there, why it was there, and who put it there.”
“And you hope to find this out at the museum?”
“No.”
I stood puzzled, already today I have 5 thousand questions running through my head.
“This might not be your most thrilling adventure, but it’ll be the most important of them.” He says glancing up at me. “This artefact is part of history. You will deliver history. The adventure is not great, but look upon it as a lesson, and by entrusting you with it, you have become part of it’s mythology. Enjoy your travels young man.”
He walks off up the long windy hall, as I stand, book in hand, with a puzzled look on my face.
I grin, and begin my ‘adventure’ to the museum and back home to start my real adventure. Life.

Legenda

March 29, 2010

Two weeks left now, than it’s goodbye Finland, hello Australia! But there is still so much left to do. So today I’m going to do it. I pack my bag with food, (if you call potato chips and liquorice food) three cans of Creaming Soda, some matches, a torch and of course, my mobile phone (even though none of my friends can get in contact with me from home). I change into the proper gear: snow boots, giant wolf skin jumper and a heat hat I bought in town. I tell Mum and Dad I’m going out, kiss them goodbye, and I’m off! It’s about four kilometres to where I’m heading so I ride the snow cart at least halfway. Now two kilometres left, I hop off the cart. I must journey the rest through the woods. I’m not allowed in the woods… Mum and Dad are afraid of them because of the local legends, though I’m not afraid.
As I walk through I can’t help thinking of the local legends. Though the Finnish have many legends. Like, when lost in the woods you change into a creature the locals call ‘Kalma’. A forest Imp apparently. Though I wont get lost. I know where I’m going… but it’s not that legend that worries me… It’s the legend of the ‘Goâk Bar’, the Wolf of Hate. They say his parents got lost in these woods when he was a baby and they transformed into the Monsters, but because he was not lost he did not transform and his parents tried to eat him. He was then saved by the Wolf King and raised as a Wolf, and over time transformed into one. It’s said he attacks and kills anyone in these woods, making sure none transform into Kalma.

I stop. I’m here. I pass the clearing of trees and stand, insignificant, infront of the giant mouth of a cave. I can’t even see a few centimetres into it. It is pitch black. I’m beginning to get nervous, yet I’ve come all this way through the woods to get here. I switch on my torch. I’m going to go in. I take a few steps forward, shivering in the cold. It’s so dark. I decide to turn around and go back to the hotel. An ear piercing howl fills the air. I scream and run into the cave. I fall.

Everything is black. Something is digging into my neck. I pull away. I feel my skin rip and warm blood ooze over my frozen skin. I flick my torch back on. It was a broken bone that dug into my neck, thank god… Wait… BONE?! I jump up shinning the torch around, there are bones everywhere! Not human bones, small animal bones. I look around to see where I came through. There are no gaps. I look up, there is a small hole overhead, I must have fell through. I’m going to have to climb out. This may take a while…
I get a grip on a slimy, muddy rock and lift myself off the ground. I manage to get my feet up. Now there’s no other climbing place to go. I have to dive through the hole in the wall… on second thoughts, I might ring Dad for help! Or not… I’ll probably get in trouble for this. I’ll just have to try. I take off my backpack and throw it through. Now it’s my turn: I get the right footing and try to work out mathematically which angle to dive at, when I make my decision I breath deeply and dive.
OUCH! I made it. All but my ankle, whice slammed against the stone. But I made it. I get up, and limp over to the entrance. Now that my eyes have slightly adjusted to the dark I look around the cave. It is small, around the size of a large room in a house. It seems I fell down the only hole, a rather small one at that. I notice a plate at the end of the cave. I limp over to read it:

“Dear Traveller.

You have done well to come this far. It takes great courage to not show fear when all others around you do. You should be proud.”

I smile, pick up my backpack, and limp out of the cave, through the woods, and home.

XYI- Two Paths

March 28, 2010

Life is one path. All you do is walk down it, and take what comes along the way. Whether there be a hill you must climb, or a puddle you must dodge. But the real question… is our purpose to walk the road? Are we here to dodge the puddle or climb the hill? But no… life isn’t a road. It’s tens of thousands of roads, all with different scenarios. One path could lead you into a completely different life. All it takes is a choice. And how does one choose a path? Sometimes we simply see a footstep in, and judge on the closer… but if only we could see furthur in…. if we really had the choice. But we can never really have our lives exact… there are too many variations… small things, creating huge reactions… But let’s just say… let’s just say, life was a path. And you’ve got a choice to make… what do you choose?

My eyes opened abruptly. I stood up, eyes burning. I was in the middle of nothingness. Literal nothingness. I stood on white. White all around. There was nothing. How can there be nothing? It was worse than being lost in the dark. I could see, but there was nothing. I can’t begin to describe the sickling feeling in my stomach as I stumbled around helplessly. I screamed and heard nothing. I put my hands in front of my face. I could see them! Where was I? I walked onwards hoping I might find something but when I did… let’s just say I wished I didn’t. Though I was walking on white something was holding me there, I put my hand down but felt nothing. No texture, no tempreture, nothing. But as I walked along I came to a pond… a pond like a liquid mirror. It was as if there was a whole different world on the otherside of it… I wanted to go through. Like there was some needed knowledge beyond it… an answer maybe…

As I stared into infinity I could feel it sucking me in. Like it was sucking my soul out of my body through my pupils. I couldn’t look at it any longer. So I tore my eyes from the pond. But as I did I could have swore I saw a fish. Completely written. As if it had been billions of codes programed. But I didn’t dare look back. So I walked for what felt like a lifetime. I wasn’t tired, but I was thirsty. Yet it was different, I didn’t need water. I felt different. Like in my mind I knew there was something, I could feel it in my fingers. Like I could do something, yet I didn’t realise it yet…

What was that? Something in the distance. A colour. A tunnel. I ran. As I approached I slowed to a walk to see two tunnels with two men… well I wouldn’t call them men. They didn’t look human. They were formed like human. But it was like they were something else. Made of something I wouldn’t have believed existed even if someone had explained it to me. They stood there. Unmoving. Like mannequins. And like I was thinking to myself I heard it pierce into my mind. I knew what I had to do. I don’t know how. It was like a thought had somehow been implanted into my mind, like a time bomb waiting for the moment to go off. I had to choose a tunnel. One would lead to my destiny. One would lead to my life. There wasn’t a question of which I would choose. I wanted to know my destiny. My purpose. Why I was here.

A reason.

But how would I choose? The men. I had to ask them. One question. Only ask one of them. One would always lie. One would always tell the truth. But how would I know? I couldn’t figure it out… but if I didn’t, I’d be stuck here… in limbo. In nothingness… So I sat on nothingness and though long and hard about who to ask… then I realised I was thinking wrong… and decided to think about what I should ask. Finally I decided. So I walked to the one on my left. And I said “What would the other one say if I asked him which is the right way to my destiny?”
He told me the right hand tunnel. I knew it was the right way. The logic worked perfectly. I would have patted myself on the back, but I was to curious… so I walked down the tunnel. And as I did I felt like my body was being morphed. Like I wasn’t even a form anymore. Like I was a force. A power. An entity. And then it started going fast. Like I was getting sucked into a body. Like I had been out of my own and I was coming back. Only, I had something with me this time… something I’d come to understand. Some knowledge…. some power…. and then it all went black.

I’m Alive

March 25, 2010

“It’s hot.”
“I know.”
“It’s too hot.”
“I know!”
“Calm down Samuel, no need to get angsty.” I spit as I wipe the sweat from my forehead.
“Well you’re pissing me off, just shut up we have a long drive ahead of us!”
As our car drove over the heated sand of the desert, I put my head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. The warm air pushed against my face and filled my lungs as I slowly brought my head back into the car.
“How long is this long drive going to be?” I asked, flicking Samuel’s ear.
“Will you bugger off! We’ve got seven kilometres till the ridge.” He yelled back.
“Drive off road for a bit!” I whine, pointing to the desert sand.
“No!”
“Oh you’re no fun!” I moan, sinking down in my chair.
“I am! I’m just not stupid! Some spots in the desert the sand is weak, and just walking on top of it can cause it to collapse into an underground tunnel, and they stretch for miles!”
The car continues to drive along as dirt flicks up onto the rear of the car and the sun belts down upon it showing no mercy.
“I can’t take it!” I screech in an insane rage.
I lunge forward, twisting the steering wheel to the left.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Tony!” He yells as the car stumbles over sand and weed.
“I’m going insane! I need to get out!” I scream with spit spraying from my mouth.
There is a crunch, and everything goes dark. We are both thrown to the roof of the car. There is a loud smashing sound, and just as soon we are thrown back into our seats.

I awaken and drag myself out of the car window, smashing my hands upon the rough icy ground. I lay down a second, catching my breath. I put my hand to my face. I feel the nice warm blood dripping down my face. I take a moment to gather my wits and then check on Samuel. He is still.
“Samuel?” I ask shakily, giving him a poke.
He does not move, so I slowly move my hand to his neck. No pulse. My brother is dead.
“No!” I scream as it echoes through the cave.
I can’t believe it. He can’t die, no, it wasn’t my fault, it was my fault, I killed him.
“No!” I cry, screaming with agony. “No!”
I fall to my knees crying. Blood continues to run down my face, now mixing with my tears. I punch the ground in anger, my knuckles begin to bleed, but I don’t care. I need some sort of realism. Yet I don’t want this to be real. I must wake from this horrible nightmare. I scream, yell, curse and cry as I throw myself around the dark and empty cave. I curl up into a ball as I lay there and cry. My eyelids get heavy and I slowly drift off into a nice peaceful sleep.

I awaken to the sound of buzzing. Slowly I raise myself and look across to Samuel. The buzzing noise is flies, and he’s covered with them. But that’s not what bothers me. Something was here in the night… how did I know? The first thing I noticed when I saw Samuel was that half his head was missing. It was eaten off. Unable to hold it in, vomit flies from my mouth and I just can’t stop. I continue to vomit over and over again. Eventually when I stop I collapse and fall into it. I give up. I can’t move. I feel pain, grief, guilt, anger and the sickening feeling that my life will never be the same. As all these things make their way through my brain, I fall asleep once again, as good as a corpse, surrounded in vomit.

Thud!…. Thud! I open an eye. There is a massive figure nearby, big enough to be a bear. It comes closer and begins sniffing me. I don’t move. I don’t care. Let it eat me. It let’s out a snort of disgust and moves on to finish off my brothers body. Then I realise, I’m covered in vomit. What luck. I can’t help but let out a laugh as I lay down in my vomit with a smile on my face. I’m alive. I am so damn lucky to be alive. I’m never going to forget that!

Wondering Why

March 25, 2010

Who am I? Why am I here?

I was born…. I don’t know. I have no birthday. I have no real name. I have no real home….

I woke up one morning on a farm in a muddle of mud. I was wearing cargo pants and a T-Shirt of some band which I don’t even know. I woke up… and had absolutely no idea who I was or where I was or what I was doing there.

I got up, looked around, curious by the things surrounding me. And I started walking. No particular way. Just walking… along a long stretch of dirt road. But that’s not where the story truly starts. It starts when I was found by the farmer. Of course I had no idea what a farmer was. Or what the car he was driving was. But never-the-less I was accused of trying to steal stock and taken to the Police where I was asked numerous questions. I have no idea why or how but I understood completely what they were saying… and how to say it for myself. I could speak English? How?

They kept me there until the farmers stock was stolen again so I was proved innocent. They let me go. Go where? I had no idea. But I was free apparently. So once again I began walking. And I walked for days on end until I collapsed. I woke up in a bed. I knew what a bed was… I had slept in one in the police station. Turns out the farmer had been driving along the road and had seen me and picked me up. The police had another enquiry and said I was suffering from amnesia. So the farmer offered to let me stay with him for a while, until I got some memory back, working on the farm. He had a daughter around my age. Well… I didn’t actually know my age but she looked around it. So that would mean I was around 13. Years went by, I worked at the farm helping the farmer, and his daughter taught me about the world. I become like a son. Me and Mary even shared birthdays. But I was 15 when this story started… Mary’s father… my father… passed away to cancer. We were left to look after the farm. Not an easy job for 15 year olds, the police wanted to put us into foster care, we wouldn’t have it. We were old enough.

Old enough to look after a farm. Yet I don’t even have a name… so Mary and I chose to decide upon one. Clark. We decided upon it because like Clark Kent I appeared magically on a farm. That night we laid down to just talk about life and plans for the future. Mary wished to become a Zoologist while I had no real plan. I just wanted to know my past… We looked into each others eyes, our heads slowly moving closer, leading into a kiss… then more. The days after that had to possibly be the best days of my life. However short it had been. I didn’t want them to end… They did.
Two weeks following those magical events rustlers set the farm on fire, not only were they going to steal the stock they were going to kill us. As we ran for our lives through the cold windy night, through pitch black and muddy ground, they shot at us. We ran as fast as we could. It didn’t matter. They got her. They shot Mary. They shot her in the back of her heart. She died. I held her in my arms as she died crying. “Sorry.” That’s all she said. “Sorry.” I held her as blood soaked my clothes. I wanted to stay and hold her forever. Tears flew from my eyes as I let out a scream of agony. This hurt me more than getting shot would. And it did. A bullet came flying into my back. I didn’t even care. I wanted to hold on to Mary. But I couldn’t. If I did I’d die. I had to let her body be with the muddy ground. As I ran for my life. My life… My three year life… Who was I? I don’t care. Why am I here? I don’t care. I stopped running. One final breath…. Shot in the neck. I fell slowly to the ground. I turned to have one last look at Mary. I felt the pure agony looking at the men around her corpse. “Put her in the truck.” They said. “We’ll have some fun with her!” I screamed. It was agony worse than a thousand daggers penetrating my body. As a man stood down at me with utter disgust. He raised his gun. Point blank at my face. He pulled the trigger… it all went black.

Mary…..

Primeval Hearts

March 22, 2010

Vision
The Northern eye falls upon him,
Stopping him dead in his tracks.
Sword blood red, eyes shut tight
Draining his power from him.
With the blink of the eye, allows him the time
To hide from this unearthly creature.
With the swish of his sword
And a screech from the eye,
He sits there and waits
For this unearthly creature to die.

Interigartus
The rain is colourless
A land quite clear
Heaven to Werewolves
Why am I here?
Full moon overhead
Werewolf stalks the bay
Screams all night
Screams till day
Howl you must Venso
On you twelfth birthday.

The Laughing Vampire
The day of dread
A dawn of sorrow
Why live another day
The fact is that I’m already dead
Cut me, slash me, do all that you please
The fact is that I’m already dead.

Water World
Through misty waters you may seek,
Though your chances of finding are merely weak.
Through waters cold, a land shall come.
It will be revealed
And all will be done.

The Kingdom
Not carved in brick and mortar
Not carved in blood and bones.
There is one last city
An unearthly creature owns.
It sits upon a mountain
A desolate rocky trail.
There it plays the Pan Pipe
Gazing at the shore
Wishing it could be there
At the Kingdom, once more.

Dead Night
Eyes blood red,
Fingers pale white.
I see him,
In the dead of the night.

Angel’s
The Angel’s asleep
The Village waits for defeat
Dead Men don’t weep
Cry, come save us O’ Lord
We await sound of feet

Dragon
It’s egg fell, like a tear, from the sun itself
It rained that day, the rain fell as steam
It hit, falling through to the core itself
It rained that day, the rain fell as steam
Years pass, flowers bloom, rivers dry
A silent echo, the Earth shakes, a Dragon emerges
Terror strikes, a hero, a reason, a legend, a lie
Sword drawn, he faces the beast, he swings
It rained that day, the rain fell as steam

Elegance
A child of elegance
A child of such intelligence
I smell him from here
I see him
I see fear

Autumn
The Autumn leaves fall
Coo coo, coo coo, goes the Owl.
A sweet Autumn breeze, blowing across its face
Coo coo, coo coo, goes the Owl.
Eyes lower slowly, ready to go to sleep
Coo coo… coo… coo…. goes the Owl.
The old lady sips her tea on the park bench
Ducks quake, dogs bark, children laugh and play
The Owl sits there asleep, on this fine Autumn day.

Aquila oculus subsisto etiam
He moves.
It does not.
He breaths.
It stays motionless.
He walks.
It waits.
He falls.
It watches.
He dies.
It feasts.

Loveless Beat
She walks by
His heart skips a beat
She says hi
His heart skips a beat
She dies
His heart then cries
A loveless beat

Signum Fidei
For those who fall or may be slain
A petal of a rose, granted to thee
Will cure the symptom, but not the pain
So as you lie fast asleep
An Angel comes with a harp of Gold
Whose songs so strong they make grown man weep.
An Angel ancient, strong and bold
He shall state upon to thee
The Verbum Dei

Subrosia
Though scattered, his thoughts were one.
Though confusing they made complete sense
A vision. An Image. A masterpiece.
But why can’t it exist.
A pen was lifted. A thought was given.
The land of orange skies.
A beach, with sea shells on the shore.
A surreal fence, stretching into the distance.
A cloaked being, a land of imagination.
The land never to be shown.

Transfer
Darkness around me, the crashing of thunder.
I lay in the middle of the road, water running over me.
Closing my eyes, as the cold drops dampen my body.
A feeling of euphoria, in a dream like state.
The crashing fills my ears along with the splashing of rain.
My eyes open, looking up to the heavens. Breathing heavily….
I lay down to die. To rest forever. My soul exits my body.
I ascend.

Carnivore
And like rain, fire fell from the sky
Trees alight in flame and I watched, as they died
My world destroyed before my eyes
Like a shark eats a fish
This fire consumed my world

Hearts
I burn through the innocent. And butcher all who have light in their hearts.
The world shall tumble to darkness. And the Kingdom of light shall fade.
And as my eyes close, forgetting the scene of light. I close my heart.
So I keep it with me. And never fade to the darkness.
The light stays in my Kingdom… my heart….

Relic
A crystal moon, engaging like the winters heart.
A silent whisper, echoes like a flying dart.
He sits in wind and storm, not moving from his chair.
He sits, day in night, guarding his sacred lair.
Eyes, set fixed upon a little flower
Sensing from it, a forbidden power.
Waiting day and night, for his master to return
Of journeys, of adventures, he did wish to learn.
Of forbidden cities he wished to be told
Stories of monsters and heroes, grand and bold.
A present he did keep, hidden in his yard
The last remaining artefact he was here to guard.
Gleaming yellow like the golden moon
From another realm, it belonged to whom?

Song of Storms
By the graveyard he does waltz
While the leaves sing their songs, the Piper will play
Drenched in the mud and the rain
A Hero bleeds and kneels to pray
The dead shall all rest
All part of Tailtiu’s big play.

The Face of Love
When love gets my faith
When I hear her call
I decide upon my fate
When the wall is about to fall
I face the Goddess
I face it all.

Deep
Coldness engulfs me as I feel the air from my lungs escaping.
I cannot breath as the icy water pushes me down…..
Darkness grows, and I feel the pressure building…..
An ecstasy fills me, a euphoria never experienced….
Amongst the rough pulling of the currents I find myself at peace
Death is blissful

Adrift and at Peace
Faith disappears from time
Space vanishes like a ghost
Life fades like a dying sound
Here and there. Not here, yet there.
A note that gives no sound.
From yesterday to the infinite
The tomorrow of the past
The ripples of a life, not but a dream.
Adrift and at Peace

Primeval
Unscathed, untouched through time.
A visual image, unimaginable.
Unscathed, untouched through time.
Rivers flow, fires burn,
Mountains crumble.
The sky stays the same.
Unscathed, untouched through time.
Lightning strikes, waters flood, continents shift.
Unimaginable change.
Volcanoes blow, earthquakes shake, lizards roar.
Unscathed, untouched through time.
Wild, uncontrollable, nature, breaking free, painfully.
Unscathed, untouched through time.
Men fall, blood sprays the ground.
From Ape to Man, from Man to God.
Unscathed, untouched through time.
Grasses grow, a child breaths, a family dies.
The Earth remains the same.
Unscathed, untouched through time.