Posted in Challenges, fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

A Dark Gift

They told me, “Don’t go near that field. A murder of never-dying crows flies above it, and their presence brings great misfortune.”

I didn’t want to listen, so I didn’t, which is why I found myself in the wheatfield on a cloudy summer day, surrounded by the otherworldly birds, their screeching deafening, their flight impossibly fast… and nothing happened. Disappointed, I spent a couple of hours roaming the field, sketching some of the birds and painting the scenery.

Once I came home, I was charged with comforting my sister, whose pet rat had died, and then burying the poor animal. I didn’t succeed with the second task as the rodent came back to life after spending a few moments in my hands.

The Mage Overseers aren’t tolerant to necromancers, so I stay away from the capital, traveling through  villages and wild lands, helping those I can. At other times, my magic goes insane.

More often than not, I find myself in similar fields (sans the deathly birds), reviewing the artworks I made that fateful day. The birds disappeared from them, leaving white sketch paper and an empty acrylic sky.

Their darkness chose to creep into my soul, it seems.


Another story for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge (a less morbid take can be found here).

Van Gogh is too inspiring. No, seriously. I’m sorry. (I’ll try not to write a third one).

All comments are welcome!

Posted in Challenges, drama, fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

Journey Into the Night

The cold wind was howling, and its wretched song seemed to reflect what was going on inside my soul. As the flock of hollow-eyed crows veiled the sky, I knew it was the end. Nothing constrained me, but I was captive; my brother would make sure the wheatfield stretched out forever from where I was standing, so I’d have no safe place to run.

I said his name so quietly I couldn’t hear my own voice. The next second, my twin stood in front of me. Only his expression was the complete opposite of mine—confident, fearless, murderous. I smiled and closed my eyes, asking him to make it quick.

“This can stop,” he said.

“How?”

He pointed to the birds.

“They claim they can help find the wizard that cursed us.”

In different worlds and in multitudes of lifetimes, we would be born twins, both gifted with magic and the memory of our past lives, and both mortally ill. The sickness would leave one twin only after the other died and plunged into limbo until the next cycle.

“Let’s go,” I said, not caring if it was a trick or whose trick it was.

We followed the crows into the night.

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Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge.

I so love this painting. Van Gogh is awesome *dreamy sigh*

All comments are welcome!

Posted in drama, fantasy, kyrielle sonnet, My Poetry, tragedy, Writing

Existence Is Insanity

I roam this dark abandoned crypt,
Estranged from lush reality,
My form is frail and nondescript.
Existence is insanity.

I run from judgment, hiding here,
Afraid of the calamity
I’d wreak by letting go of fear—
Existence is insanity.

A ghost, forever lost, alone,
I can’t accept mortality.
So desolation is my home,
Existence is insanity.

I roam this dark abandoned crypt…
Existence is insanity.

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Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.

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Posted in Challenges, drama, fantasy, kyrielle sonnet, My Poetry, Writing

Rain and Lightning

Rain and lightning—desolation,
no place to run—our fate is clear.
We are lost in desperation,
there’s no way to destroy our fears.

We place hopes in our own magic,
but will it wash away our tears
or wreak more regret and panic?
There’s no way to destroy our fears.

Guarding us against relentless
demonic kings, their heinous heirs,
our familiar grows more restless.
There’s no way to destroy our fears

Rain and lightning—desolation,
there’s no way to destroy our fears.

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A kyrielle sonnet written in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. Not sure how this turned out but I seem to have returned to a more dark mood=D

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!

Posted in Blogging, Book, Literature, Poetry

Book Review: Paradise Lost

A masterpiece. Rating: 100 out of 10.

Me 

My review could have ended there but I’ll expand on this. It is a masterpiece of literature, the lines of which, in my opinion, would greatly inspire anyone, regardless of their world views and religion.

Though of course, Paradise Lost isn’t for everyone, that’s true. As I’d mentioned before, it took me several tries to get into it. However, if you want to read a piece of classical literature which is not only full of beautiful metaphors, engaging characters, and intriguing subtext, but also encompasses one of the greatest varieties of spiritual and philosophical themes that everyone, and I mean everyone, can relate to, then I strongly suggest you give it a try. Or two. What helped me is rereading the very first page of the book over and over again until I got used to Milton and actually understood what was going on; then my reading pace increased and I became fully immersed in the text.

But what is the text about?


Wikipedia, my old friend, says this:

The poem concerns the Biblical story of the Fall of Man: the temptation of Adam and Eve by the fallen angel Satan and their expulsion from the Garden of Eden.

Ah, but it is so much more. (Sort of spoilers but come on. You’ve heard this before.)

We start with the fall of Satan and follow him right after he and the angels he led into rebellion find themselves in the pits of hell.

We hear him and his lackeys plotting how they may best disrupt God’s actions, and first the idea to corrupt or bring destruction upon mankind comes to Satan’s mind.

We follow him through abysses and oblivions leading to Eden, where he is awed at the pair of humans he finds.

We ascend to Heaven and see how God fortells the fall of man, and how the Son of God offers to die himself for the salvation of humanity.

We are told by the Archangel Raphael what happened during the War in Heaven, and his tale literally made me see a CGI motion picture in my mind.

We see how Eve, then Adam, disobey God’s direct command and Paradise Lost ends just how it’s supposed to end, according to the Bible and common sense.

But what I loved most was how Milton managed to tell the story.

I’ll admit, sometimes I found myself getting bored, but mostly because I couldn’t understand the references Milton was making. If you’re reading this with links that explain things like this in the text, you won’t have the same problem. Say, 90 percent of the time I found myself bombarded with awe-inspiring wording, not at all cliche or too sophisticated, but rather original and simplistic.

E.g.

Mercy first and last shall brightest shine.

Me miserable! which way shall I flie
Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire?
Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell…

So dear I love him, that with him all deaths
I could endure, without him live no life.

When I stumbled upon such descriptions/dialogue, it made me all warm and fuzzy inside. I felt so happy that such beauty existed in this flawed world of ours, and I came to the very unlikely but just conclusion that yes, I’ve found someone who can rival Shakespeare’s poetry in my eyes. Milton uses the iambic pentameter just as skilfully, believe me.


Check out my other posts on Paradise Lost (there are several, yeah, I really loved it).

If you decide to give it a try/have already read it/liked it/didn’t like it, regardless, I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!

Posted in Best Quotations, Poetry, Reading

Paradise Lost: No Thought of Flight

Before (finally lol) the review, here are some highlights from the battle between Lucifer’s rebellious crew and the faithful angels.

So Raphael begins his tale to Adam:

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Talking about Lucifer, obviously. I like this as it shows how much damage sheer envy can do, even if you’re in a pretty good position. You start to feel jealous of something petty and insignificant, and sometimes, no money, power, success or high school popularity you have, this may become a problem. Which is why jealousy should be avoided like the plague.

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So Lucifer speaks to his (still angel, I guess?) army. Even if the angels weren’t all equal, they were all equally free, he says. Even if all men on Earth can’t be equal (some are born with disabilities and some are Mozarts, we can’t do anything about that) they can, in theory, be equally free. Or are we already equally free, in choosing what we do with our lives for example? Yet some governmental regimes preclude certain freedoms. What is freedom anyway?

Rant ended. But those are something to think about, I guess.

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Abdiel was the only angel who stood up against Satan and said yeah, you’re doing something wrong. Of course, his speech was bigger than that one line (and more poetic) and he was a bit harsher than “you’re wrong” but the important thing is — he did it.

He didn’t succumb to the overwhelming majority of angels who were readying to fight against God, even though, I’m sure, he was tempted to. Translating this to our lives, how many times do we face similar peer pressure, so to speak? And how many are afraid to be themselves because of the majority simply isn’t like them?

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The last is directly from the battle, a description of the faithful angels. Just beautiful words that I felt like sharing with the world.

Feel free to share your thoughts with me in the comments!

Posted in Best Quotations, Poetry, Reading

Paradise Lost: Knowledge of Good

And next to Life
Our Death the Tree of Knowledge grew fast by,
Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.

Another thought-provoking line from Paradise Lost, and it’s definitely one of my favorites. The “knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill” has many analogies: how would we know what light is if there were no darkness? Put differently, how could we appreciate and value happiness if we didn’t know sadness?

Of course, Adam and Eve knew inherently that their state was pretty much awesome since God had given them Happiness and Immortality, but I guess the true implications of what good means and its connection/contrast with evil is what was kept in the Tree of Knowledge. If they were happy, though, how did Satan manage to tempt Eve? I think the answer lies in these lines:

But apt the Mind or Fancy is to roave
Uncheckt, and of her roaving is no end…

I don’t even want to remember how much time I spent (wasted?) wondering about deep philosophical things and (even more time) about impossible but cool physical phenomena (what would I see were I too travel faster than light?). Well for that last one, I have an excuse since I need this for my book, but still, my mind spent hours “roaving uncheckt” instead of doing something useful. The continuation of the phrase above:

Till warn’d, or by experience taught, she learne,
That not to know at large of things remote
From use, obscure and suttle, but to know
That which before us lies in daily life,
Is the prime Wisdom, what is more, is fume…

So, settle for simple because striving for superior knowledge is useless? It sounds logical because really, the more we know, the more difficult our lives become. Then again… when has humanity ever gone for the easiest route?

Will we ever?

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!

Posted in drama, fantasy, My Poetry, Writing

Will You Spare Me?

Will you spare me? Will you let me live
Or shall I prepare for execution?
Will you listen and let me explain
What had thrown me into grave confusion?

Father, I did not intend to kill
Your Most Gracious Majesty–believe me!
Magic struck my mind and broke my will.
Listen to me, Daddy… please, forgive me.


A remake of an older poem. The Daily Post prompt is punishment, and I sure hope this King proves to be merciful.

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Posted in drama, haiku, My Poetry, rondelet, Writing

A Few Poems

Slowly awaking,
nature bathes in morning light–
it’s ready to bloom.

*

While carefree minds
perform
feeble observations
and tie the art of magic
with ostentation,
in-depth analysis
finds
a clear correlation
between magicless existence
and bleak imagination.

*

A feast for death
is underway as war begins.
A feast for death…
we will need all our strength and stealth
to cleanse the enemy’s dark sins.
We’ll judge their slaves, we’ll judge their kings–
a feast for death.


I felt guilty about the Daily Post prompts I missed=)

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