dead stalker creep

i meet a guy, who turns out to be dead. i try to ditch him, even meet another guy, who's very much alive and cute, in the process and begin dating him, but he does not take no for an answer. so he begins stalking me. 

after a phone call, taking place on a roof, during which he tries to kill me, he showcases his creepy stalker talents by coming after my family as well.

this we discover on our way to my sister's; me, mom and my elder brother. i turn to my brother, tell the story in tears, ending it with "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, help me brother". after that we're on the run, but i lose my family on the way and find myself alone in a shopping mall, which is probably the equivalent of a temple nowadays. there, as i run from my dead stalker, i run into three white witches, all dressed in white gowns. they tell me to find his ex, who he had murdered, when he was alive. they tell me, she's the only one with the power to stop him, and they also tell me where to find her. grayslate is her name and within the shadows is her dwelling place.

i find myself in a room, on an eternal summer afternoon, across an oval mirror. through the mirror is grayslate, looking very much like me, maybe a couple years older or younger, depending on the position of shadows surrounding her. i tell her my story, and her eyes gleam, with the prospect of vengeance...

i find your lack of respect disturbing

overheard

-can you forgive and forget?
-of course not, what gives you such silly ideas?
-you were talking in your sleep last night... something about throwing butterflies over an old bridge..
-as you know very well, things tend to get frayed around the edges over time, that does not make us particularly forgiving or forgetful. we are keepers, that cannot be changed.
-your words resemble the sky today, you're all gray...
-you're not all that gay yourself.
-true. but we were, but a short while ago, by the waterlilies...
-they too shall fade away.
-you sound like you're already there.
-i am, i can see forever.
-where are we, years from now?
-home?
-we're always home. tellus somethingnew.
-oh, it's neither that new nor that old. just a place like any other place, with its ups and downs...
-no, tell us!
-well, since you put it like that... there's a trail of bodies behind us, and pieces of our heart left behind on crime scenes all over the place, till it's nomore and we're cold and empty and by our royal self, perched atop our royal throne, in our throne room with the heavy velvet curtains blocking the sunlight, except for a tiny ray playing with the smoke of our cigarette...
-and where do the butterflies fit in this picture?
-same place as the gold coins in ornamental pools and little bells on anklets... we need not carry it anymore.
-and what about being keepers?
-applies. we are the gate and the key.
-...

puppytales .0

once upon a time, there was nothing but the darkness, dense and imposing, all knowing and all pondering. then one day, the darkness, velvety and majestic, got his pondering done-ish and engaged in actiony bits...

since it was going to be the first time in a long, longer than that can be grasped by any mortal long, time that he moved, he wanted it to be an especially exciting move. so he began twirling in a magnificient spiral pattern, which would be gazed upon with utmost admiration, were there anyone else to watch...

as he twirled and twirled, picking up speed without losing his elegance, sparks began shooting from him, from the friction of him upon his royal self. sparks began multiplying in numbers and instead of vanishing like ordinary sparks, they decidedly assumed the attitude of scattering around and throwing very, very thin ribbons of light on the darkness...

so, once all occupying, unseen, unconceivable and thus amorph darkness, slowly began to restrict his existence, if not his power. as the transformation furthered, he began adding leaps to his twirling and laughed, delighted with all these new sensations...

sparks grew even more in numbers, and some of them began to unite, some stayed put around the shaping dancer, some journeyed far. dancer was fully formed by now. he was, of course, still not fully conceivable by nature, but he could be seen as a graceful silhouette, still prancing around and this time blowing kisses to the sparks near and far...

kisses had different effects on each spark, some went instantly incandescent, wiping themselves out of their newfound existence thusly, some went mad with extacy and turned black in an effort to imitate their master and thus be closer to him, and some, amongst many others, whose reactions we do not have the time to explain in detail, felt blissful and began burning bright in the forests of the night.

so, in the existence of light, darkness began casting shadows, many of them, since he was not, is not and never will be like any other that has ever been or will be. and the shadows were as excited as their master and soon they began scattering around, running off to wrap themselves around the sparks or curling up in globes and orbiting them. oh, how they loved turning, turning, turning around the sparks, without ever ceasing to twirl! and now the darkness looked around himself, tasted the universe with his eyes and and blinked himself out of existence only to reappear after all the stars would burn out and come back looking for him, to play and dance once more...

-fin-


(told for the first time on 15.05.2008 su-hd)