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      The Writtens of CoLd BlooDed

      He had developed some sort of rash.

      Frowning, and with the doubt of his own survival he took off, legs pumping in the humid night air. Perspiration clammed up his forehead, forearms and hands. They were sticky like honey. He could hear the buzzzzzzzzing drone of numerous flying insects dancing effortlessly around his head, swarming like miniature vultures.

      How could you have been so stupid? his thoughts still churning somewhere in the back of his mind, echoing like a radio in a cave, Why did you get so close?

      Right then the trees stopped, forming a Mother-Nature-esque border wall along the outcropping of a cliff. Xavier's pumping legs didn't have time to stop, sending him careening over the edge like a bat out of Hell.

      "Goddamn!" he managed to grunt before hitting the slanted rock face of earth with both feet. Xavier rolled somewhat instinctively, tucking his head to his chest and balling up whatever else he could still feel. A pain burned explosively up both calves, soon followed with his upper vertebrae in equal force.

      He ducked his head just in time to avoid the large boulder implanted in the side of the hill.

      The rocky hill gradually flattened out into beach gravel on the bank of a river, where Xavier took a moments reflection before jumping headfirst into the abnormally deep water. He bathed mentally, emotionally, and physically in the cool, soothing sensation. Then, with his right foot, propelled himself along the riverbed, rife with algae.

      He collapsed when he got to the other side, falling on his right hip. The rash seared him with pain as hot as a fresh branding. Xavier bit back tears and a scream. After cradling the hurt for a few seconds, he righted himself and looked at the trees on this side of the river. Palm trees lined the bank and bent inward, shaded by large green ferns.

      And then he saw it. It was there, tucked cleverly in the trees. The complex stood in all its glory, lights burning brightly in the surrounding darkness - a beacon of hope, a reminder of sanctuary. He pleaded internally with whatever deity was listening and made for it.

      To be continued.


      Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
      Look out on a summers day,
      with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.


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      Xavier swayed and grabbed onto the nearest tree, his vision swimming violently out of focus and colour. The naturally lush, green jungle flashed sepia. Then grayscale. Despite delusion, the venom that coursed through his veins burned vehemently and brought him back to a pained reality. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, he forced himself forward - slowly and painfully forward - legs getting a little heavier with each step.

      The treeline disappeared simultaneously with his energy. Stumbling forward, Xavier weakly groped out with a bleeding outstretched arm, feeling for the bamboo door. His vision was fading. The bitemarks on his side screamed with a mocking finality. The overwhelming pain prohibited his dying thoughts solace; and with a firey internal clash the tribesman collapsed through the doorway, reducing the bamboo to splinters.

      A very black man looked up slowly, red iris's barely noticeable from under his dreadlocks, as if expecting the comatose body that now lay on his wickerfloor. His wide nose flared once, then twice, and he stood. He removed several of the long black bead-necklaces around his throat, floated towards the fallen form and draped them around Xavier's own.

      The medicine man smiled.


      Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
      Look out on a summers day,
      with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.


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      Thats very nice how you described the tribesman, makes me feel like i was right there. Go on, i wish i could write like this.
      I'm no oneironaut. Never was... But will be!!
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      Oh, Complexity - I


      It happened just like that. One moment I was coasting along on a foam-crested wake of ignorance, the breeze mutedly caressing my face and hair. Not truly living or observing—simply coasting. Then I submerged, swallowed up by the uncaring sea, followed by handcuffs locking uncomfortably around my skinny wrists. I couldn’t breathe, but I could feel... projected into the cosmos like I had been fired out of a cannon, a sensation that provoked an intense introspection for the first time. Was this really me? Me: after-glowing like a radiation victim; being viewed in authority’s perspective as the scum of the earth; standing in isolation; thinking about it all.
      I decided that it wasn’t. That who I was at that particular instance of time was a different person, someone who had been clearly misguided all the while following the pack. This person wasn’t an individual. I looked back even farther, thinking even harder still, acknowledging that all the building blocks of my existence were now inevitably rising like a gigantic tidal wave, a tsunami that would submerge me with a climatic surge. And yes, I would drown, but in that suffocation new oxygen would be created in a new pair of lungs. I would rise from the ashes like a golden phoenix. But first I had to topple, and oh how I now felt like a giant Jenga tower succumbing to the force of gravity. Inside, a million riots raged through a million cities. Outside, a solemn face accepting whatever fate may befall him.
      There was nothing else to do but look out the glass brick window, pretending to see outside when I could not. Who had been in here before me? What kind of people was I associating myself with? Entire sentences carved in knifemark and what looked to be nail scratches decorated the blank walls and bench, a testament to the crazies who inhabited this prison. I gave a silent ‘thank you’ to whomever it may concern that I was alone. Completely, and utterly, alone.
      I knew the sun wasn’t shining, and when I finally smiled I didn’t make the room any brighter, but still that feeling of ignorance welling up in my lungs, and being breathed out like carbon dioxide made my spine tingle. It made my nerves leap effortlessly across synapses. It made my skull open up to the possibilities of change, of observation, of analysis and interpretation of myself; of friends; of family—of humanity in the lens of a gigantic Hubble scope. My mind was moving a mile a minute, questioning, answering, unlocking, finding falsity and truth and falsity in truth and the falsity of truth... and I wasn’t even high.
      Then the door swung open behind me and I turned on my heel, the subsequent squeak of rubber even sounding different.
      Authority approached me, expression complacent. I couldn’t read it. I didn’t want to. There was nothing more, I decided, that I could say to justify my position about why I was here, why he was there, why I did what I did and what I did what I do. My eyes, dried out and most likely still bloodshot, stung a little. We walked out of the cage together, and I wondered if this is what it felt like for an animal in the zoo to be released into the wild. I didn’t grin at the prospect, but focused on the words that now drifted from authority’s mouth like heavenly music. For some reason I wasn’t at all surprised when authority told me I was given a second chance. Relieved, yes, but overall it felt like everything had come together exactly as it should have. And I didn’t fight it.
      I was never a believer in fate or predestination. Yet here I was, feeling this universal sense of togetherness and wellbeing as if I had been guided to this for a reason; that whatever happened from here on out would be my ultimate doing. Positivity stemming from negativity, a philosophy my life would soon come to abide by.
      Perhaps I wouldn’t be the phoenix just yet. I was still broken, the shattered glass remnants of a broken mirror on the floor. The ocean had forgiven, and upon its retreat left me in a dazed fog. This fog wasn’t unwelcome, however, as it would slowly and surely dissipate, leaving me to see the sky for the very first time—and how could I say no to that, when I had been looking at my feet my entire life?




      Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
      Look out on a summers day,
      with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.


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      I didn't know you were such a fantastic writer.

      I love how the first story is so incredibly visual, you are skilled at describing things directly into my brain.

      The second story...well...all I can say is wow...and...we should talk.

      <3

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      Quote Originally Posted by Aquanina View Post
      I didn't know you were such a fantastic writer.
      I've been a storyteller since I was young. Fleshed my skill out with fan fiction back in the day, then took a looooong hiatus from any creative writing (outside of school, that is). I'm trying to get back into it, as I find it intellectually stimulating.

      Quote Originally Posted by Aquanina
      I love how the first story is so incredibly visual, you are skilled at describing things directly into my brain.
      Thank you! That was my first whack at writing in a very, very long time. Subsequently, your feedback warms my heart knowing that I accomplished what I tried to do, and that I must still retain skill! I was stoned writing that first post, too.

      Quote Originally Posted by Aquanina
      The second story...well...all I can say is wow...and...we should talk.
      This is a short story I'm planning on writing, basing it off something that happened to me personally. I'm going to work with it from there, and eventually turn it into fiction. However, I'll maintain all my thoughts and ideologies and epiphanies that have come to me since that happened as to make it just as, if not more, meaningful.

      I agree, we should talk.


      Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
      Look out on a summers day,
      with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.


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      Oh, Complexity - II

      It didn’t occur to me how lucky I actually was—not in regards to luck itself, but in the sense of my path swinging to such a favourable position—until I had walked out of the precinct. My mind had been buzzing like a hive on fire. Now, however, as the crisp, fading summer air assaulted my sanity for what seemed like the first time, I could think as clear as the oxygen that surrounded me. I took a deep breath, looking abashedly at my friend who still didn’t look as though she knew what was going on, and reflected.

      The person who had entered that deplorable place emerged a separate entity. I was that entity. Same name, same face, radically different mindset. We approached the car. Right then, my friend turned to me with an expression that exposed her lack of situational comprehension, and asked:
      “Cigarette?”

      I merely nodded, grabbing the filter of a Marlboro and retrieving it in entirety from the proffered pack. Snick. Snick. Snick. The butane-fueled flame caught the tip and I dragged. A tendril of smoke lanced skyward from the cherry as if trying to escape the heat and join with the clouds. It never made it, for the wind absorbed the cigarette smoke in an instant as well as provoking a small shiver down my back. I took that as a signal to move on; to go with the wind. Everything in need of dealing with here had already been dealt with. The door of the Toyota opened and closed effortlessly.
      As she pushed down on the clutch, keyed the ignition, and set off I could feel my own gears clink-clank-clunk back into action. They were oiled with a newfound appreciation of the air, the sky, the trees, the leaves, the road, the paint on the road, the other cars, the other people inside the other cars—of life. I tapped the ash from the Marlboro into an unused cup and drew in as hard as my mind now churned.

      How close of a call was it really? Was it my own doing or had destiny gracefully wrapped its hand around mine, walking me like a toddler in a park? I thought about it for a second. Had things not gone my way, had I never opened my mouth to rationalize with authority, I could very well be sitting here with no future. And who would I be now? What kind of hollowed out skeleton would I have become? A world I could no longer see, an education I could no longer pursue... I shuddered, acknowledging that a court charge and criminal record would have destroyed me. Maybe not immediately, maybe not in months, but life in that particular light became a downhill slope eventually cascading into the void. I had seen it. I was seeing it.
      I rolled the window down and flicked the butt out onto the shoulder, sparks erupting in a volcanic flurry as cig met pavement. My eyes drifted from the sparks in the side-view mirror to the dashboard to the upholstery, and for several seconds I was stunned. This car which now sped off down the highway had been the beginning, the initiation of my reality being split apart like sky being torn by lightning. It was truly hard to believe that Atlas had turned the world on his shoulders only two hours prior.

      We weren’t speeding this time. I realized she was doing this consciously as her eyes continually flickered from the road to the speedometer to me, and somewhere deep down I appreciated the needless sentiment. It was flattering, but two hours, an ounce of psilocybin and a sheet of LSD too late. I noticed that her lips were moving, that she was talking. No—we were talking. Up until this second I had been completely disassociated with the conversation; my personality on the frontlines while my mind worked behind the scenes. I actually had to focus on the words that flowed subliminally from my mouth.
      My voice didn’t even sound the same. Yes, of course it was the same pitch, same intonation, the same sound, but something about the method to which my words were delivered and constructed perplexed me. There was an edge of confidence and wisdom to how I now spoke, my vocabulary immaculate and tone smooth. Inside, I was bewildered at this sudden maturation. It was strange, but the strangest thing overall was how I observed this like I was looking through a window. It was as if my mind could secede from itself, becoming a separate mental unit in an otherwise collective mental body, and analyse what composed the label of my character. Inner awareness and understanding programmed infinitely into my DNA.

      Would I benefit from this?
      I finally merged into the conversation, taking control, binding my subconscious lingering with my instinctual speech. The world sped up. I looked at the mountainous horizon emblazoned like a gemstone in the ruby sunset, slowly giving way to the fading sapphire sky. Wisps of cirrus clouds conceived the heavens as orange phantoms naturally pushing towards a new frontier. The sun ignited trees with elemental radiance before gradually crawling behind the peaks, throwing a blanket of shadow across the hills.
      As darkness lazily fell, I felt my soul become enlightened with a very real peace. The relentless ocean was gone. The fog had cleared. I was seeing the sky for the first time, for Atlas balanced it on his shoulders.
      After what seemed like years, the profound tranquility turned to silence.
      “Where are we going?” I asked, breaking it.
      “Home.”




      Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
      Look out on a summers day,
      with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.


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