They stood by the grave. Their friend was being interred. Yet somehow, the look on his face said that he was merely resting. The other metahumans working at Seed Sower’s Meta department all had something to say about the late Dr. Ristz. When they got to the office the next day, they went into the conference room, and saw a brain in some kind of jar attached to a small mobile unit. They were a little surprised at the device, but then they felt a presence in the room.
“Today we say Au Viter Schend to the old Dr. Ristz, and hallo to the new Dr. Ristz, head of the metahuman department,” A voice said.
Most people in the room were surprised, and a few disgusted. Still, he was their friend, even if he had beaten stage 4 cancer by leaving his old body behind.
His wife, Irma Ristz, stood beside him. As his psychic prowess now increased without the distraction of normal sensation, he sensed her dread and despair. She took off her wedding ring, put it beside him on the table, and left. A few bubbles rose in the tank. The howl of a mind trapped in a fishbowl.
((Working on the 100 prompt list. I’m almost to the halfway mark. Guess we’ll see what happens.I thought about taking a book and breaking its scenes into these 100’s. It would take time, but it would get the basics done with a few things to work on at the end. Maybe next time.
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For all the artists out there. xoxo
43. Nature’s Fury
The pink haired girl met the traveler in the boat under the starlit sky at night. There was another figure in the boat, but whether it was a shadow self, or an internal messiah she was uncertain. The traveler looked pretty dazed, and then he sat up.
“Oh, my eyes. Man they hurt,” he said.
“Too much computer time?” the girl asked.
“Probably. That shinasin is pretty fun, but it sure leaves me drained,” the man said.
“What’s your name, mister?” the girl asked.
“Tremillian, or at least, that’s what I call myself these days,” he said, ” and you?”
“My name’s Kahrasu, but most people just don’t ask,” she said.
“So Trem, what’s the deal with this shinagain?” Kahrasu asked.
“I don’t know. I justify it to myself, but I’m no so sure about it. It eats my time, and life suffers a little,” he said.
“I see. Well, if you’re happy playing it, there’s nothing you’ll do to change. If you feel like changing it, come and see me. You can find me right here,” she said, putting her hand on his chest.
He seemed to understand,” Pink, the color of heart chakra. That makes sense.” he said.
“You’re a projection of my emotions, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I’m more than that. Just like you’re more than the face you see in the mirror, the voice you hear on the phone, and the feeling of hungry or full you get.” she said.
“Pretty wise for a kid,” he said.
“The fact that I’m a kid says more about you than me. You might be emotionally immature or just especially tender and vulnerable,” she continued.
“It’s hard to imagine that all the monsters zombies and demons are a part of myself, too,” Trem said sadly.
“Well, they are. You have darkness and light. You don’t have to embrace the darkness, but you have to hold it by the hand sometimes. Just dont let it drag you to places you don’t want to be,” Kahrasu said.
The third companion gave a yawn and stirred. He pulled a few fishing poles out of the bottom of the boat and handed them to Kahrasu and Trem. They began to fish.
“What would a psychologist say about dredging up fish from the collective unconscious?” Trem asked.
“It’s more important to figure that out for yourself. Psychologists are good, but you know yourself better than they do, I hope. Still, talking to someone about your feelings is probably a good thing, if you trust them,” she said.
“We’re talking awfully deep for a sleeping state,” Trem said.
“That’s because you’re about to wake up,” Kahrasu said.
The swooshing of the lake was replaced with the rotating fan. The soft stars by the soft morning light. Trem got up, and thought about a few things. When it was time to get off work, he read, wrote, and drew. Then he played shinasin. It wasn’t perfect progress, but the dream had done its work. It must’ve come from the right gate.
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Jordan Faegan was discovered to be missing this morning when her mother went to wake her up from school. She is 14 years old, attending 8th grade, 113 lbs, 5 feet, 1 inches, and may be wearing prescription glasses. Once again she lives in COCOA BEACH / CAPE CANAVERAL AREA. Even if you don’t live in the area, PLEASE signal boost this.
I posted a comic on another blog and it didn’t even show up on the tag. Guess I’ll post it here, sans tag.
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