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Post by Caylus Ark on May 22, 2017 16:36:25 GMT
The Midnight Spell
In the light of the moon's pale white glow, the silver girl trembled and stumbled through the dim light, transfixed by the lingering pink fog which hovered eerily above the rolling hills.
She had been awoken from slumber by the howling of a wolf outside her door, causing her to jolt upright in her bed and peer blearily out the window, wondering, is this merely a dream?
"Open your eyes," whispered a voice within her.
She blinked at the window, not seeing the wolf. But instead, perched outside upon the cool frosty glass, was a butterfly, glittering, its blue wings fluttering slowly, as if to say hello.
Kayli had gathered her shawl and cloak and staff and ventured into the cool midnight world without forethought. The blue butterfly guided her towards a densely wooded thicket bordering the lush looming meadows near her small cabin.
As she overtook the dark umbrage of the forest canopy, she heard the crackling of twigs far up the wayside and lifted her head with saucer-eyes. A luminous coat cast faint impressions in the distance. In her mind, the sweet gentle voice from earlier exclaimed-
" The white wolf!"
But what did it mean? Before she could as good as wonder, the shape had evaporated like a cloud into the hovering pink fog. And presently her butterfly had vanished, too. She was alone, without even a lantern to guide her.
Awwoooo - a howl from the distance - quiet - alluring - made her gasp. Without questioning Kayli raised her head to the stars and howled in response, as if more wolf than girl coursed through her blood.
Yet no wolf has lived in [Altcariya] for centuries, thought the girl to herself. They'd been run off this land, some said, by the Gods' children, reviled and feared as they were.
But Kayli had always felt them to be lovely, mystical creatures. She had always longed to see one herself and that urge drove her onward, forward, towards the inscrutable horizon of forgotten dreams.
Time to time, the air around her traveling frame would begin to shine in tiny yellow orbs. These were fireflies, zigzagging like bolts through the labyrinth of dark.
Without conscious awareness, Kayli began to follow them. If she'd not been in a dreamlike state of surreality, perhaps the trance may have been less pervasive. As it stood, her hypnotic wonderment bloomed from a deeply embedded invocation - that she had been summoned from her sleep by something divine.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 15:11:50 GMT
The Excalibur Sword Frequently it is being carried...Commonly it is used for knowledge leading to understanding...Occasionally it is used as tool to fix/adjust/tweak things...Rarely it swing... with some good reasons...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 19:19:36 GMT
There is a nest full of eggs, some cracking open with born baby birds. The mother bird along with 99% of young baby birds are dove/raven mixed breed, coloured purely white. All were strong and alive. The 1% remaining is a dove/raven mixed coloured purely black bird, it is weak and stricken with illness of sort.
The rest of white birds alienated the black bird. So, as the black bird failed to fit in with the collective group of white-dove birds.. it left on its own, limped from high branches to lower branches of tree. Finally, to ground where it is expected to be devoured by other animals.
As days went on, the black bird found some worms and insects to eat/nip. It went for a light swimming and drinking at a nearby lake, just by shore. It started to heal up and got a bit stronger. It begun to consider those areas as its home. It quickly learned to retreat to safety as other larger animals pass by.
As months went on, the black bird is known for speeding-walking/running on ground as it haven't learned to fly yet. It can skillfully navigates terrains on feet, probing and retreating to safe place in shadowy areas and ground/lower trees' bowl holes whenever it encounters large animals. One day, it looked up at the sky and saw a swarm of birds flying through the sun. It was sad for it cannot fly yet.
As years went on, during an early morning the black bird speed-walked to a top area of rocky hill. It slowly walked backwardly down the hill, back to far shadowed area under trees. For longest moments of time, not a sound or visual cues can be seen of it. Finally, a visual cue can be seen of it running and trying to fly up then failed but stubbornly it tried again and again in a single straight line angling toward up the rocky hill. As it got near to the top of rocky hill, it just went flying up in the air - being awkwardly at first then smoothly soaring all the way far in the sky. For first time in years, it is truly happy in its heart.
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Post by Sol (nli) on Nov 29, 2017 0:30:09 GMT
"Focus..."
She stood a few steps behind him, watching him almost as intently as he starred into the sky...
His vision was filled with the swaying of the trees, leaves twirling as the wind gusted, obscuring his target behind the foliage, only to spin back into view as the wind raised and dropped the branches.. Not that it mattered... He knew exactly where it was...
"Now.... Call...."
His position shifted ever so slightly... How she could not say. A shifting of balance? A tilt of the head? A coiled spring, somehow wound even tighter for that split second... Before a bird came gliding down towards them, boldly and without fear from within the mass of trees that had been the center of his focus.
A little gasp escaped her... His first attempt, and she'd just thrown it at him as an...
Another bird came screaming out of the sky, swooping with a loud squawk at the first, flapping furiously to buffet the other with it's wings, turning it's graceful decent towards the two into a scramble for a close, safe perch, it's attacker landing close enough to be ready for another, quicker intervention.
'That close...?' She thought to herself 'how could they...'
Her mind didn't finish the thought. Seeing him tense again, his feet shifting into what she now recognised as a combat stance.
A surprised noise, a few feathers floated slowly to the ground as their unexpected guest burst out of the foliage and quickly fled, an angry squawk its last resort as it vanished in the distance. The angry cast to his face coupled with her own stupification at the unexpected direction this afternoon had gone left her silent as he walked into the house.
She was still trying to gather her thoughts as he returned, whistling a tune that soon had a variety of birds come to see what treats they would get today.
His look was calm as he broke and separated the pieces of food and distributed them to the separate groups of birds (They had developed a rough sort of truce, the little birds not sneaking bits from the larger birds who originally tried to bully the others into submission...only to be bullied themselves by the man)
They didn't speak of what happened.
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Post by Meh on Apr 2, 2018 18:45:40 GMT
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His patience has been wearing thin for days. Despite his calm exterior, much had been building under the surface. Question, answers, advancements and retractions, a tumultuous cascade that in the end left him no nearer then the beginning. He could still feel it... Trickling it up a notch, he felt the energy shift ever so slightly.
She was throwing nervous glances his way now. The pace of her actions began to falter, steady rhythms becoming awkward drum beats. She looked nothing so much as a frightened deer as he stood, approached and stood opposite her, the counter top all that separated them.
"What's going on...?
Nervous eyes briefly touched his " ...Nothing is going on.." A brief false smile, eyes quickly returned to the task in front of her.
He increased again. Her flinch was unmistakable.
"You know me... Tell me the truth.."
A vigorous shake of her head was the response... He allowed whatever was flowing to increase.
"Sometimes... It's best just to be honest... Whatever is happening..."
She finally looked up. Her trembling hands now matched the fear he could see in her eyes.
"I...I...can't...."
He saw it... She was terrified...
He quickly chocked off whatever had been building, relaxing the flow until the vibrations seemed themselves to relax.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 1:13:37 GMT
The Dancing Man
There is a dancing man near roof edge of a building in a city somewhere. He can be seen wearing a black suit without collar tie.
The only time he dance to tunes of music is during sunset and sunrise.
It is said that he dances in various styles depending on ongoing overall situations throughout the world. Even with negative aspect as well. An invisible camera broadcasts his dancing scenes to some unknown audience, and sometimes is auto-interrupt with some flashy scenes of from happiest to pain suffering of some people throughout the world. Sometimes as dependent on tunes matching condition(s) of people, he can be visibly seen shedding a tear while dancing or display other different emotions.
He dances to music of humanity.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2018 11:30:23 GMT
********** As some patrons were staring at the stars through windows... then the perception of outside through windows have been blackened out. Something shifted and shook the BlackVoid Tavern place while it was in middle of transition to this plane of existence as per its schedule. The manager walked into the general serving area, and made an announcement: "There has been an emergency.. we are heading to someplace differently this time and stay in there for some time being. In meantime, continue as usual." As she walk back to her office, a bartender got close by and whispered: "What is really going on?" Manager: "Something is shifting or warping the pathways between multi-realities, and almost got this place struck. We are heading to the absolute reality for now. I'll know more as time goes on." ... to be continued. ********** ***** The BlackVoid Tavern emerged into this reality a short while ago, after a prolonged stay in the Absolute Reality. (It is expected to settle somewhere at Jupiter and let Jupiterians exit) The patrons later described overall experience to be eerily quiet and black windows without any star visible. When inquired further, each of patron has a specific unique experience of having a communication of sort with some seemingly invisible ghostly beings in both friendly and helpful manner. All patrons, bartenders, and manager now hold a special meaning to the Absolute Reality even though all they really saw was black windows and couldn't get to outside (doors and windows were automatically locked for protection). Peering into the windows, it was almost literally black void itself. The BlackVoid Tavern itself told the manager that it was a request by Absolute Reality that protective measures were to carried out because she, staff, and rest of patrons still are not ready to grasp the more far-fetched concepts of the Absolute Reality, but at least were allowed to be spoke with by ghosts. The traveling pathways in-between multi-realities are stable now. Things at the BlackVoid Tavern have resumed back to normal operation. ***** |
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Post by 47 74 the path on Jun 17, 2018 16:16:41 GMT
absolute beautiful thread
filled with many impressive wisdom even for .......
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 1:44:03 GMT
*dusting comment*
One of my favorites, sadly it appears the tavern is unattended. I blame myself for not contributing the stories I considered a fitting tribute. Wonder if I can get a laser keyboard to work with a mobile device...
(Reluctantly) unpinned, with faith the creator of M returns
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2018 11:39:45 GMT
*****
BlackVoid Tavern traveling in the Limbo realm, the whitish ambient lighting on bartenders from outside through windows into their small meeting room down a hallway away from the main entrance of the place. Some bartenders staring at the windows, some drinking 'M' beers, others looking at the floor, none are uttering any words.
No patrons.
The manager joins the bartenders. She starts to drink a largest 'M' mug, biggest than all of bartenders are drinking with.
Manager: "No patrons, no stories.."
Bartender 1: "I know the feeling."
Manager drinks to the last drop. She slaps the mug on table. She said, "That doesn't mean you just stop and drop everything. Take a look at me."
Bartender 1: ".. I'm already looking at you, what are you talking about?"
Manager gestures with hands up in air as if shrug. She said, "You bartenders look like shit. I am prepared for any incoming of work, I'm all suited up everyday as having been so for past 2-3 months."
Bartender 1: "We know you are. You're super-manager. We get it.. "
Manager: "That is not the point. I have to remain all of you.. this isn't about me, it's about responsibilities and a well-balanced sense of duty, dignity, and respect for yourself and everyone - especially this BlackVoid Tavern. It's about everything. It's about attending to serve those that need it, regardless whether if patrons come or not. You bartenders lost sense of that."
Bartender 1 said, ".. I." and stopped saying. All of bartenders looking at the manager, still at silence.
Manager: "There is a special patron coming in. Get to work, seriously."
*****
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2018 9:04:25 GMT
In a dark room with ambient blue colour, there is a man laying on bed. His girlfriend just left him a short while ago. He is in unsustainable debts. He hasn't spoke to any of his friends in many months, he walled up. Many of opportunities missed by for him. A thought occurs to him:
"Homeless or suicide."
The man starts to dwell on the latter one, as it is seemingly the only way out.
Across half-way around the world, there stands a small and old tree approaching the end of its life. It senses the blue man. Whiteish aura surrounding the tree, then it makes a final reach out to the blue man.
An old man appeared in the blue man's imaginative vision and said, "Call your friends." The blue man becomes puzzled for a moment then thought, "Pointless. No one care."
Old man: "Perhaps. Or could you be the one that doesn't care about your friends?"
Blue man: ".. what? I do care."
Old man: "There. Spark of life. Call friends, say anything... be smart, be dumb, be anything! My time is almost up."
Blue man: "Who are you?"
Old man: "Name's Grumpy. I must depart soon."
The man on bed starts to get goosebumps feeling in his spine and head. Spark of life. He gets up and took his smartphone, heading outside for a ciggy smoke.
Moments later.
"Hey Greg."
"Whoa long time no heard from you! Good to hear from you."
"Yeah, too long time. I'm sorry for not talking to you much. I just.."
"Hey, it doesn't matter how soon or long time... we're still friends, we know each other. But though, its really good to get a call from you. You up for some drink at Pirates' place? I'm buying."
"Yeah.. yeah."
The old tree died.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 3:52:25 GMT
 It was the kind of place you never found, until you stumbled upon it. From the outside it appeared like any other, but within its geometry seemed to defy time and place. Twisting labyrinths of hallways snaked their way in patterns that would send men mad...should they not be so already. Some said, that should you venture thru the doors interspersed at random intervals along the passageways, you might find yourself face to face with aliens, demons, angels and those that defy classification by any mortal means. You could listen to the discourse and discover secrets of the 'verses, ways of hacking the universe thru chemicals, perhaps even find those who, in exchange for your soul, will grant your deepest desires...until it's time to collect. Wandering the labyrinth, the man was delighted to hear a familiar voice speaking from behind a door. Quietly slipping into the room and taking a seat at the back, he propped his feet on the chair in front and let his eyes scan the room. He smiled towards some faces he had grown to respect - tho none knew him, he felt after listening to enough of their discourse he somewhat knew them. Content to ponder the mysteries presented as he made his own journey, he rarely made the choice to speak. (Edit) He had opened his own rooms prior, but had recieved naught but remarks such as "You're seeking the keys of the universe" before finding them closed. As he listened to the young women speaking with a face he did not recognize, something struck him as "off". Oh strangers are a frequent feature, he himself being one, but something here demanded his attention. Leaving his customary place in the shadowy back he found himself drawing nearer to the front, his senses seeming to ping off the scent that grew stronger the closer he drew. Finally leaving the chairs behind, he found himself stepping onto the platform and attempting to place himself in between these 2 conversing. "...what are you doing? Who are you?!" He didn't quite know how to answer that...he wasn't entirely sure himself. "I'm...er..." he gave a shrug, half his mouth with a smile raised. Trust was a rare commodity within this community... Activating the technological device on his wrist, he offered to pass his personal information to her device, something he never thought he would offer to any from these parts, but it was the only way he could think to prove he was "real". She took it as well as he would have should the situation have been reversed. "I think you need to leave" Fuck. "You dont know me...but somethings off here...this guy..." "Is none of your business. Leave!" With heavy steps and a heavier heart, he did as she requested, closing the door behind him as he reentered the hallway. "Yeah as I was saying to a friend the other day..." the voice echoed off the wall he found his back resting against, coming from a nearby room "sometimes you've got to be a lion. You need to roar. Hang the consequences, ya'know...?" He found himself facing the door again, his ear perked towards the female voice bouncing from somewhere nearby. "...if somethings wrong...you don't stand idly by..." He took a long, deep breath... Squared his shoulders... Raised his foot... .....and kicked the door open.... |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 6:08:46 GMT
*thump-thump, thump-thump*
He didn't know *what* she was. If he was to quote something, it would be a Tool song...."but the eyes seemed so familiar". Digging the palms of his hands into his eyes, vainly attempting to clear bloodshot and tear streaked portals.
The aura radiated the complete opposite of those he had encountered earlier, so powerful he had not been able to look at her. He had gazed into the abyss, felt it gaze back, had stared directly into the eyes of whatever he had met earlier, felt fear screaming in his mind like a banshee and stood his ground...but here...here he felt truly out of his depth.
Their long conversation had allowed him to get his mind under control, thoughts no longer cascading relentlessly one after the after, each image barely half formed before another took its place. He could finally use words again, and asked - "So...what comes next?"
*thump, thump, thump*
Her smile was from somewhere else.
"I can't *tell* you...it has to be experienced...but it's there..."
A long sigh escaped his body, a pent up breath from deep within as he gave a weary nod. Pulling his head to her breast, she cradled him there with loving arms.
*thump....thump....thump...*
He slowly felt himself drifting, pieces falling away as he felt the tension drain out of his body. Desires, hopes and fears begining to evaporate. Burdens he had felt his whole life.
*.......thump........thump.....*
Someone else could take the burden. Someone else could face whatever he had encountered earlier in the night. A night that had started as simply and sanely as any other.
*...........thump........*
He took a long, deep breath...and felt it slowly leak out of him...
*.........*
He could leave the fight...to someone else....
*...thump...*
He could quit...be done....abandon the beauty he had found within the ashes...
*...thump...thump..."
Let some other poor soul face this alone, as he had done for so long...
*thump, thump, thump*
"....no"
"What?!"
He pulled his head back and looked her in the eyes, "No".
She let out a frustrated sigh, raising with him as he stood.
The next morning he tentatively left his room, unsure what he would find.
"Hey! Good morning! You crashed in bed almost as soon as you got home last night. Did you and the guys have fun?"
(A tale I've told before, and likely will again. Some memories truly become seared into your mind. I could devote chapters and days in an attempt to do it the justice it deserves, but I'm not sure such is possible)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 17:20:08 GMT
They tried to beg the man to come in as there are countless of thunders, lightnings, and dark clouds whenever night came. They tried to clothing the naked man whenever night came. They tried to feed the man whenever night came. They tried to teach the man whenever night came.
They tried to see the man as ideal one whenever night came.
They tried to kill the man whenever night came. They tried everything to understand the man who sat on throne at outside whenever night came. It is always the same; he told them to fuck off everytime. The legend of Night King. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 18:21:31 GMT
Purely instrumental piece i have not listened to, posted purely for the title being the beginning of a quote
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 11:54:48 GMT
The surroundings slowly came into focus, almost like a badly tuned TV set being adjusted to the right frequency. First was the trees, towering behemoths that stretched towards the skies. Next was the bridge, solidly constructed of stone with an aura of ancient design arching over a torrent of water flowing swiftly enough to snatch even a shadow... Thirdly was the teeming mass of Shadows on the far side with a vaguely humanoid outline, they jostled and pushed each other as they surged towards the bridge with such ferocity that even in their silence their rage and desire was apparent...lastly was the beast holding them from crossing the raging torrent of water that could snatch even shadows away. With glowing eyes made all the more striking for the contrast to its midnight black fur, the giant hound stood in the center of the structure seeming to hold back the horde with sheer will, biting and tearing at any who charged in an attempt to cross..our were shoved by their companions. Quickly assessing the situation, the man began jogging towards the bridge unslinging a rifle as he drew along side the massive creature. Working together they managed to gain a short respite from the horde, only to have more appear as they attempted to overwhelm the lone two.
Well...it is his domain...
Working by instinct the man compressed himself, putting all he was into a hand sized ball of energy...before transferring himself into the hound...
Ancient guardian and modern man co-mingled, Tooth and claw....and machine guns...with a roar of rage, man and hounds voices entwined together they charged into the writhing mass, scattering them to the four winds, their bodies evaporating as they were torn asunder. As soon as they fled the hound/man began sprinting towards a concrete building far in, the distance the land turning to a blur at the speed they were traveling. Leaping thru an open near the top they began to move down the long hallway. The man attempted to slow their reckless pace as he noticed more shadow figures within the rooms they passed...but was dragged along...coming to a stairwell and rapidly descending until coming to a large metal door, which the hound charged thru as easily as the creature guarding it...and finally found his target. Fangs met steel, were rent assunder...and those held behind the bars began stumbling towards freedom
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Post by vigilant on Jan 3, 2019 6:28:18 GMT
Hey all! As per Sol's request, I'm linking my soundcloud. It's just voice over/voice acting/mimic stuff so far, but I'll be adding music soon. Hope you enjoy! soundcloud.com/user-885569715Don't know if this is in keeping with the spirit of the thread, but I'll try to add some wordy things later.  |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2019 8:21:24 GMT
Hey all! As per Sol's request, I'm linking my soundcloud. It's just voice over/voice acting/mimic stuff so far, but I'll be adding music soon. Hope you enjoy! soundcloud.com/user-885569715Don't know if this is in keeping with the spirit of the thread, but I'll try to add some wordy things later. "Elmo likes this demo real" Didn't exactly sit and listen to it all...but dam Vigilant...that's fooking impressive. Cheers for sharing |
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Post by vigilant on Jan 4, 2019 8:08:23 GMT
Hey all! As per Sol's request, I'm linking my soundcloud. It's just voice over/voice acting/mimic stuff so far, but I'll be adding music soon. Hope you enjoy! soundcloud.com/user-885569715Don't know if this is in keeping with the spirit of the thread, but I'll try to add some wordy things later.  "Elmo likes this demo real" Didn't exactly sit and listen to it all...but dam Vigilant...that's fooking impressive. Cheers for sharing Thanks Sol, much appreciated, and I mean that. Us entertainer-wannabes feed on compliments and grow with criticisms so sincerely, thanks. |
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Post by vigilant on Jan 4, 2019 8:12:37 GMT
Also, smashwords, free: www.smashwords.com/books/view/785792 if anyone is interested. I can make the two follow-ups free as well if you let me know what e-reader you prefer. the link above is my first full novel, so it might be a bit rough around the edges. I'm told I got better as I went forward. Practice makes perfect. |
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