I try to say a lot while saying very little. Get used to it.
the powers that be
He looked about him in wide-eyed wonder. It was very unlike his normal environs; so unlike, that to use the term “different” would be very hackneyed, not to mention inadequate. He tried pinching himself to see if he was in a dream. He found he couldn’t. He didn’t feel the pinch at all. ‘That’s it, I am dreaming’, was his first thought. Succeeded very soon by the second one – ‘but it’s all so topsy turvy’. The object he stood on was a bright blue in colour, looked very liquidy, and yet he was standing on top of it.
It was interesting about this thing he was standing on. On first glance, it seemed almost… unstable. ‘I wonder..’, he thought, and bent down to look closer.
Seconds later, he was inside it. Turned out it was unstable, moreso on prodding. Oh well. He was all wet anyway.
And now, he was going deeper into it, without doing anything at all. Sinking. Like the feeling in the pit of his stomach, which told him he was in big trouble indeed.
Not a good start at all.
–
‘You really think this is the only way he can learn ?’
‘Learn ? He should be knowing by now.’
‘Given that he’s completely clueless about where he is, or what he’s doing.. that’s a tad redundant to say.’
‘He has powers, he knows it. And no better way of figuring it without having a use for it. He’s not going to get any epiphanies walking down the street the way he does. Piffle.’
‘Piffle to you too. You’re going to be the death of him.’
–
It was incidental that he was wet now. Given his current state, being wet was the least of his worries. There were bigger, larger problems at hand here. Such as how he was going to get back down onto the ground from 200 feet above it. It can be a bit of quandary. Especially when you have no idea how you got there in the first place. He had been inside this blue thing, which had first been below him… and now he was 200 feet above it. Pretty frustrating for someone who had been plonked down in this place out of nowhere. And had fallen through what he was standing within seconds of standing on it. And now… hadn’t he already thought about this ?
–
‘I told you.’
‘You said nothing. The poor thing has no clue.’
‘Watch.’
‘The next one, we do my way.’
–
Walking and running are apparently the wrong ways to get around in the air. The idea was to.. glide. He had no idea why these other… things flapped their ‘arms’ so. Pretty strange arms too. Way larger than his. He decided to glide closer to ‘down’. In that general direction, anyway. Point downwards. No. Lean downwards. Better. He was getting back down. It was no longer blue though. More like brown.
He smashed headfirst into the Earth.
–
‘I told you.’
‘Well, if he had to be stupid as to slam into bedrock, he deserves it.’
‘Oh, go play in traffic. Now, we do it my way.’
‘Which is ?’
–
Martha Kent had no idea what the sound had been. If she had known better, she would have called it a sonic boom caused by a UFO entering the Earth’s atmosphere. As it was, she had gone in the direction of the flames. And now she had a son.
Clark Joseph Kent.
–
‘I told you.’
‘What about the other guy ? He was invincible too.’
‘Other guy ? He was ?’
‘Uh-oh.’
Italicized passage Kanchan’s inception.
Thanks babe
Almost a muse, you are
speed
March 10, 2009 - 16:38
Tags: creative meanderings, felt
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It was time.
His left foot depressed the clutch, his right the accelerator, one hand grasped the steering wheel in a vice while the other manipulated the gear box in a frenzy of movement. 0-1-2-25-3-40-4-55-5-60… gears at max, his hands both clenched the steering wheel as the car barreled down the road. The road in front [...]
it is better to finish than to begin
January 14, 2009 - 19:21
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The man in front of her cowered. Literally. When she visualized the word ‘cower’ she could see a person shaking, bowed head, on his knees, hands clasped in front, the body bent over with the burden of fear. This was the exact picture presented to her right now. But then, it was to be a [...]
beginning at the beginning
December 25, 2008 - 02:29
Tags: creative meanderings
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Eons ago, while people were still wondering about whether the world was indeed a world, or just a stage… things happened for a Reason.
They happened because someone Wrote them down.
Someone had the inclination and concern enough to observe events closely enough (or just think them up)…and then take the pain to sit down and Write [...]
causation
October 9, 2008 - 21:38
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A thought. A word. A twinge. A smile. A shake. He went through them all, sitting outside in the afternoon sun. The sun beat down on him, but not hard. It was the changing seasons that were causing this.
A mild sun, golden-green trees, and a slightly chilled wind. Not uncomfortable. He sipped the coffee, wincing [...]
tracker
March 20, 2008 - 17:37
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Standing there, waiting. The time ticked by. An eternity. Forever.
A movement. Lights were coming on.
Shadows surrounded him, the spot he was in was shielded even in the scorching sun. The merest shadow of a smile crossed his face.
It would soon be time.
Flashes.
The final rays of the sun illuminated the space nearby. His position was perfect, [...]
til death do us part
August 17, 2007 - 16:03
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‘Romeo O Romeo…’ formed the beginning of one of the most eloquent passages in English literature. Sadly, the world would never know his own thoughts. She was after all the reason this had happened to him. The rapidly spreading splotch of blood, the weak knees, the dizziness, the fact that he was lolling on the [...]
a new world ?
June 22, 2007 - 22:43
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In which a day was a year and a year was a day. So that seasons changed soon. It was spring in the morning, rain at night and snow in between. But this made him start thinking: did the beings inhabiting this place call it a day or a year? Did they have birthdays every [...]
much ado about nothing
February 11, 2007 - 15:44
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His hand reached out..
“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction“
It needed to be done. Why could he not just do it ? Seemed simple enough – to pull a lever. Whatever happened after that really didn’t make the slightest difference.
Or did it ?
Confusion, frustration, irritation, elation. The old ways never really leave you. Randomly [...]
terpsichore
December 1, 2006 - 19:09
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A step. Another. Hands extended to hold.
Sidestep. Step back. Unclasp hands for the twirl.
Twirl. See the smile on her face. Time the end to meet her in the hold again. Smile back at her upturned face. Place head over hers, as it rests right… there. Move serenely in the music, the two of you comfortable [...]
shapelessness
October 5, 2006 - 21:58
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I hate it when this happens.
Which is not to say it happens very often. This is possibly the first time. To be honest, though I’ve often wondered what it’d be like if it actually did happen.
Old proverbs are essentially true – ‘Be careful for what you wish for’, they say – I wasn’t, and now [...]




April 23, 2007 - 09:02
Awesome!! Way beyond my thinking, for sure.
More laterz..