He wasn't trying to fly. That's just how it happened. (10) (673 hits)
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Submitted by The Downward Spiral of your Mind (View user info) at 2006-03-29 12:19:27 EST
For some reason, the voice buzzing in his head was undeniable. There was something in it, compelling him. Now he knew that what he had felt before, it was not destiny. It was potential. The voice he was hearing now, that was destiny. And it told him that, even with just a lantern, fires could be made.
He followed its instructions, moving quickly. The ghost told him to light the plant first. "It is what gave birth to me, boy. And it is what has caused your destruction. Now it must be removed, its purpose has been fulfilled." So he did; despite the fact that this was an edict from another voice, he still took pleasure in the vengeance.
But, to his surprise, as the lantern's light turned to fire and began creeping up the stems, the plant did not suffer. After several minutes, the flames grew and despite being swathed in them it did not wither, or even blacken. It remained vibrant, in fact it began to nearly shine. Tongues of fire curled up its stems like silk robes, tenderly licking against the petals. The petals were not only undamaged -they began to multiply, in droves. Soon each flower had dozens, hundreds of petals, in millions of colors fanning out from the center. And new flowers were budding out, a soft misty hiss escaping when they broke open, with thousands of petals. Other petals were separating from the flowers, but they did not fall to the floor; they danced with the flames, turning and diving around the stems of the plant, changing hue with each soft second.
He stood in amazement. The plant was becoming larger, vines surrounded by flame were creeping across the floor, breaking through the cracks in the wood, infecting the house's holes with pure glory and heat. Huge thorns began breaking through the stems' skin, but even these were graceful. "It is time to go," said destiny's voice. He turned from the plant, and saw a brilliant being in his room. The ghost... destiny... whatever it was, it had changed. It had a body, a real presence now. Shining with a darkness that was more glorious than any light he had ever seen, with dozens of wings over its back and arms, talons several feet long for fingers; and countless eyes, all pointed right at him, through him.
The eyes turned as one towards the plant. "It needs the sun, boy." With that, the being reached out its hand to him. Carefully, he raised his nearly-separated arm to its hand, and when the being grasped him, it was as a burst of light in his brain. The bandages on his body burst away from him with a flare, sticking to the walls and ceiling as if pinned by a hurricane. The flames in which the plant was growing were furious, now; or perhaps their ecstasy was in the fury of pure joy. He suddenly remembered... his books.
They were being burnt to crisps. The flames were creeping up his legs, and the flesh on them was starting to blacken, peeling off with crackling noises. There was no pain, only a terrible fear. He would never read these books again, he knew. His body was being destroyed, and suddenly he had doubt. He looked at the being, with eyes that would have been full of tears had it not been for the searing heat. He didn't want to go.
"Fear not, boy. The sun will burn your past away. All that has come before was for this." He gulped, so hard it hurt his whole chest. There was a livid pounding on the door, shouts of fear and grief laden with urgency. His "Curators." "They too will burn." He didn't want to go with the being. They had only been trying to protect him. If he stayed, maybe they would forgive him in time, maybe there was a chance for everything to go back to normal. He could go back to the forest where he felt safe and loved and yes they loved him even if they kept him in this dank torturing room they only did out of love and "SILENCE." His thoughts stopped in an instant. The whole room was black, but engulfed in fire and vines. It was just like being in the forest itself, now; he couldn't even see the walls for all the leaves and heat filling ever inch the room's dead air. He could barely see the being standing right in front of him, petals and leaves and vines curling around his limbs and his head blocked his vision. But he could see that the being itself was free from all the thorns and all the flames, it stood in an abyssal peacefulness, untouched by everything around it... Save his remnant hand.
And suddenly, he knew he had to do this. It was too late now to go back. He had no choice. With all the courage he could summon in his solitary heart, he mashed his eyes shut. It was easier if he didn't have to face what he was losing. Tightening his fingers around the being's hand as hard as he could, crushing it with this last dying moment of hope, he gave himself to finality, willing himself to ignore the fact that he had no idea what lied ahead.
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Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2006-06-08 13:38:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-03-31 09:37:20 EST (#)
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"what lied ahead"?
Come on...
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2006-03-30 02:59:00 EST (#)
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i am CRUNK NIGGA
ROCK FUCKING BALLS
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Submitted by Deconstruction (user info) at 2006-03-29 19:31:39 (#)
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Submitted by Kale (user info) at 2006-03-29 23:45:25 EST (#)
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I'll have to go back and re-read the others again..
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2006-03-29 20:42:20 EST (#)
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"Submitted by FunnyAsCancer (user info) at 2006-03-29 18:05:23 (#)
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Hey, a fellow "let's finish the series a year after we left off" writer.
Cool."
ha, yeah. the next one's the last. i'm not satisfied with it so far, but at least i finished. i can always change it later on.
Submitted by Deconstruction (user info) at 2006-03-29 19:31:39 EST (#)
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Submitted by FunnyAsCancer (user info) at 2006-03-29 18:05:23 EST (#)
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Hey, a fellow "let's finish the series a year after we left off" writer.
Cool.
Submitted by trmatthe (user info) at 2006-03-29 12:24:48 EST (#)
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Didn't really do it for me. But, I didn't really undo it either.
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2006-03-29 12:21:58 EST (#)
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sorry heyzeus