- Campfire -

“Another rum and punch please” Adam said. He leaned back against the bar and turned to face the pool. It was large and extended a mile into space. Among the clear blue water, small islands of sand with other bars floated. Some of them had pavilions that extended off and others had small cocoon like structures shading the rows of lounge chairs. The bar tender handed him his drink and Adam returned to his own lounge chair.

“What do we have next to do?” He asked then took a sip of his drink. A women sprawled out on a beach towel in the white sand turned her head towards him.

“We steal the blueprints for the next prototype shuttle. See that pyramid struture off in the distance” Adam squinted and looked towards the planet.

“Barely”

“That’s the commissions main lab, we will have to break in, take the blueprints and get out. Why do you think we are here?”

Adam shrugged “Well earned vacation”

The women tipped her sunglasses down and raised her eyebrows at him “Sadly for us, the only vacation is death or a lot of buried treasure.”

“A man can dream” Adam sighed and sipped on his drink. He stared off into the planet in front of the pool. White torrents passed over the vast oceans and green land masses. It radiated a glow from the sun that cast its light giving a constant background. Off to the side was the vastness of space. It’s black void of twinkling lights that had traveled millions of years to reach his eyes. He glanced at the commission lab and then back at the planet. One day, he thought, one day the vastness might be important. But today and the future, it was this beach and that floating pyramid. One day.

Inspired by Beach in Space by Karen Lynch

Out there in the wide space of the deserts of middle america there is a carnival, one might even call it a theme park. Large coller coaster roar in the dead of night as the stalls flow of cotton candy and popcorn. A multi colored stream of lights filled the air and revolve in a spectacle that can seen for miles. Out there on the flat surface of broken, cracked ground the gates lay closed, the parking lot empty and music filling the void of silence. The rides move to their scheduled take off and return with no hand to guide. Like a well tuned clock the park ticks along by itself. Wandering, waiting, stirring, hunting. It comes from nothing and leaves with everything. If you ever find your self in the middle of lost land in the dead of night seeing lights cascade from the dark. Hold fast. If you hear the music beckoning you, the energy and adrenaline from the spinning tops and high flying coaster, breathe deep. Once entered, there is only one way to leave. And that is with it.

The theme park, the carnival of the void.

Inspired by Goosebumps Horrorland Book Cover

There was a hush of the town folks as the storm approached and finally laid its blankets over the town. In one night the area was swept from greyish landscape to a thick pure white and endless heaps of snow falling from the dark clouds above. Eldentin was sandwiched between two large mountains. One large river ran through the middle of it and forests surrounded it to the mountain bases. It was a quiet place, peaceful at times, but not always the most honest. How can a town be honest? Well when you look at a sandwich shop you expect it to be a sandwich shop and nothing else.Here in Eldentin, that sandwich shop held more secrets then a secret society that tired to keep it’s self secret. The man down the street. His eyes so wide that you could see your reflect plus two of your aunts. He would always be smiling and singing out loud. Then he would be gone for days. No one sees him leave or return. And yet, he reappears his large eyes and smiling face beaming at you like he had seen you everyday for the month he had been gone. There was one thing that you could of counted on in Eldentin and that was it never snowed. That was until now.

The storm was the first and the last the town would ever see. As the storm arrived, so did a stranger. A stranger that knew of Eldentin’s dishonesty. A stranger looking to collect and redeem the honest part of themselves. A stranger had just came to town.

Inspired by High Plains Drifter

Emily looked out the window at the sprawling forests flying by. Rain specked the windows and the train started to move directly into dark clouds.

“How much longer” Emily stretched and took a sip of tea. The round table was set up with some long candles, a bowl of fruits and a kettle of black tea.

“Four days” Amy said dryly. A heavy sigh came in return from Emily as she slinked over ot the couch in the corner. The train car was adorned in red with high vaulted ceilings. Lights hung from the sides of the wall above and next to the windows giving off a faint warm light. The floor was a thick carpet that stretched to the end of the car where it turned into hard wood. In the back was a small bathroom and sleeping area with a full queen sized bed.

It had already been four days since the two had departed from their city to travel north. A grand party was being held for the return of a legendary hero that had saved a princess or something in the highlands. All they knew is that they needed to represent their family and if getting drunk and having a good time did that, who would argue.

“How much longer”

Amy clapped her book closed and sneered over at Emily.

“Okay, okay, sorry, I am just sooo bored”

Amy raised her arms “How can you be bored with all this. This train is incredible. Read a book, it will help with your mind or something.” Emily picked up a book in front of her, her eyes started to glaze immediately “hopefully that something is your atitude”

The rain started to pick up and the view from the windows turned dark and muddy. Amy stood up and walked towards the front door.

“I’m heading off the observation train for a drink -“

Emily lept up “Sounds swell” and they left the car.

“Finally” a mans voice said. From the back of the train car where the bedroom was two men stepped out.

“We don’t have much time, search everything. We have to find it, our lives depend on it” The man with a silver hair stepped near the table and picked up a small book and opened it. The inside was hallowed out and a large ornate key resided in it.

“Found it” The other man turned to him.

“What? Let me see that.” He took the book “well, that was easy. Let’s get out of here” Just as they went to turn and leave the front door reopened.

“You sons of bitches” They turned to see Amy darting eyes at them. “Let’s make this quick, I have a martini ablaze being made for me”

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Inspired by Special Train Room by Dreamy Sound

The room was darkly lit by small glowing lights that seemed to hover just below the ornate crafted ceilings. The windows were tall and narrow. Red satin curtains draped to the sides. Dotting the floor were small round table adorned with white tables clothes that had red waves streaking through them. On the far wall, away from the windows, a large bar wrapped with its large glass mirror reflecting its wears and view. The room was Smokey. Smelled like a mix of lavender and honey. A man sat at one of the round tables looking out the windows at the sprawling city outside. His hair was a deep black and his skin was a dark brown. He eyes that were deep set and pupils that stared with a deep purple. Unique in these parts. His hair was slicked back and his facial hair expertly trimmed. He was dressed formally. A grey double breasted suit, red velvet tie and pocket square. His shirt was white. A figure approached in the reflection of the window.

“Room for one more I hope” a women smiled at him against the window.

He did not turn “Of course, take a seat” he said gesturing to the other side of the table. She smoothed out her blue dress and sat slowly.

Her hair was long and brown. It dipped around her neck and waterfalled down her chest. Her lips were bright with red lipstick that seemed to glow when light touched them. Her dress was cut off at the shoulders and long white gloves reached from her finger tips to beyond her elbow.

“Our deal is still on, I hope?” she said taking a glance at the windows at his reflection. He stared into her eyes for a moment then back out to the city scape.

“Of course” he said again then. “and you are sure about this?”

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t of found you, would I? It’s him or me. I choose me”

There was a stillness at the table between them. They sat motionless while soft piano music played.

“Payment?”

“Take it” she said standing up from the table.

“Very well.” The man with the purple eyes closed them. When the women turned around to thank him, he was gone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3W95pG1T9Pg&t=1811s

“It’s called a phone” I said scrolling through reddit.

“And this f-oune can retrieve all thoughts and conscious that is being whispered around and seal it in the palm of your hand?” the man hovered over me, his forehead mere centimeters away from my own. His beard dripped down his face and extended down to his mid section. A part of it kept sweeping across my screen.

“Sort of, there is this thing called the internet, people write or post pictures and vide-“

“The pictures that move on their own”

“Yes, video, people can post them and we can see them all using this” I held up the black slate of glass. The man backed off and looked into the sky. His breathing labored and tears feel from his eyes. “Are you alright”

He wiped the tears away with this leather gloves “Magic man”

“Mark is fine”

“Magic man mark, my eyes have been blessed by this tech…..techno…… black magic you have here. My family was only four from the south sides of the wide plains of alronack. We sat days in the darkness. Words walked our way in the form of bark and thrine. I will take ye magic and bless them with it.” with that he swiped the phone from my hands. A bluish purplish portal burst behind him and swirled with a high hum.

“Wait, you can’t take that. You don’t have - “ and he stepped through and back to his own time. “Internet”

Inspired by The thought of person of the past seeing current technology

As far as anyone could tell something had crash landed out in the fields of numenberg. What was it? Well, that was the mystery. When I came into town after the incident had been reported it seemed that no one had remembered anything about it, besides it actually happening. My first day in this weirdo town started like this. I drove in and parked in front of a hardware store on the downtown Main Street. I saw a little lady walking with a big smile on her face. Big flowy dress and her hair was all done up. I got out of my car and approached her.

“Ma’m” I said “Do you know what fell out of the sky the other day” She turned to me with that big smile.

“Oh, no sir, I have no clue what it was, are you sure it fell out of the sky? And over Numbernberg?” I had my notepad at the ready and looked at her.

“Well, of course I know it was Numenberg. The whole town pretty much cried out for help, pictures and eye witnesses. It was a huge thing. Just two days ago. Here, in this town” The lady looked me, then checked her watch.

“No, I don’t think so” she said and walked away.Okay, this lady was just a bit off. So I went to the local diner and sat at the bar. A couple old fellas’ were having some sandwiches next to me. I pulled out my notebook and got my pen ready.

“Hey, fellas, I was wondering if you could help me out with the thing that fell out of the sky the other day, it was a big event here” They both looked at each other and then at me.

The man closest me said “Yeah, not sure about that one. You sure it was here?”

The other man jumped in “Yeah, I saw it, but it wasn’t here” My eyes started spinning.

“Look fellas, you saw it, but it wasn’t here? What does that mean?” The waitress came to take my order.

“One question, yes, the ham sandwich, one moment” I took a sip of water “Do you remember a thing, who knows what is, falling out of the sky the other day. Here, in Numenberg.” The waitress thought for a moment and gasped. This is it. My pen was digging into the paper.

“No, your sandwich will be up in a minute honey” she said and turned away. I rubbed my eyes and flipped my notebook shut. Where did I go wrong in life.

“Excuse me sir” a voice came from behind me “I might have some answers for you” I gave a heavy sigh and gestured to the stool next to me.

“I guess I will take what ever you got” I reluctantly flipped open my notepad and turned. The man looked at me, but not with two eyes, but four of them. Another pair stacked right on top of the other. His skin was a grayish purple and he smiled at me charmingly.

“You will get your story, but I am afraid that things for you are about to get a little bit confusing” His eyes strolled around and looked at each person he could see “very confusing”

Inspired by Idea of Towns and stories that make no sense

“How much money did we make today?”

“One Trillion dollars, sir”

“That’s it? Well, not bad, the world is a in a depression. How are the rockets coming? Those astroids won’t mine themselves”

“On schedule, sir”

“Fantastic”

Charlie Chambers looked out his massive windows from the top of his mega sky scraper over the rest of the world. His suit, handcrafted and stiched by the finest tailors on the earth with the most expensive materials. Rare metals were bent into the buttons and cuff links while the tie was a simple veridian black. He had rose the top of the world through military, pharmaceuticals and energy. Buying companies, destroying others. Stealing ideas, burrowing others. Now among the super elite, he was the elitest. The man that knew what humanity needed. The man with power to buy, make, create, destroy anything in the world. And finally at last he was about to put his rival out of business and wreck the man that had tried to come from nowhere to rip apart his empire. Lucus Tirel.

Charlie had never heard of or seen this man before. Then two years ago he comes out of nowhere with money, power, influence. Every venture that Charlie went after, Lucs was right on his heels. It got so bad that Charlie had resort to some black market methods. Which some how always failed. He looked for anything about Lucus, but it seemed that the only when Lucus made a move did his resources pop up. But at last. Lucas had agreed to sell the last of his business in space mining to him. Now there would be no one to stop him.

“Sir, Lucus is here”

“Send him in” Charlie smiled sitting at his massive ebony table.

Lucus entered wearing a victorian style of coat. To Charlies annoyance looked calm and peaceful, like he always did. He sat slowly and cross his legs and rested his cheek on his right hand.

“Charlie, pleasure to see you once again” Lucus said giving a slight smile.

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine.” Charlie pulled out the contract “This won’t take long, just sign these papers and our lawyers will do the rest.” He put forth the pen.

Lucus looked at the paper and then back at Charlie “I’m not selling you my company”

A big grin spread across Charlies face “Of course you are, what else can you do? I beat you at your own game, at every turn, what moves do you have left?” When Lucus made no move Charlie slammed his fists into the table “Sign the damn papers. You are wasting my time”

“Why should I?”

“Why should you?” Charlie balked “Sir, you are nothing, you came from nothing and will become nothing. Your legacy, your plans what ever they might of been, are over. I have a vision for this world. I have gathered it all and now stand ready. Every opponent that has come, I have crushed. Everyone that doubted, has been silenced. All those that disagree, now agree. Your puppets and my hands pull your strings” Charlie caught his breath and threw the pen at Lucus “Now sign”

Lucus picked up the pen and examined it. “Nice pen” Then with the pointed end he slammed it into his neck and dragged it across. Blood poured out onto the table and contract. Choking could be heard coming from Lucus as he sat in convulsions. Charlie stood up trying to avoid the blood.

“James” he yelled “James, security, anyone, get in here”

“They won’t come” a voice came from the slashed throat of Lucus.

Charlie watched wide eyed as Lucus stood up from the chair, pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his neck.

“See Charlie, I have made some stops in recent years. Leaders all over the world. Company presidents all over the world. I told them of you, I told them to fight you, I funded they downfall.” his neck was fully healed and he approached Charlie “Humans, man, women. For what ever reason you justy think you got the stuff. You think that your on top, controlling destiny. With more money, you become something beyond human. Beyond mortal. But, you don’t”

“What the fuck are you” Charlie bolted for the corner of his office. He pulled out a rifle and loaded it.

“Shoot me Charlie” Lucus droned and Charlie shot him. “Doesn’t look like it did much” Lucus pushed off the bullets from his vest. “Now like all the rest, we have come to the point. You either follow my orders, what I need you to do. Or I simply, how do you say it? Kill you. Like your assassins tried to do to me last year.”

“How much money do you want?”

“All of it”

“Companies?”

“Charlie, it’s all mine either way. Flesh and blood my friend” he pulled out the pen and handed it to Charlie. Charlie took the pen and slouched to his desk. He looked up from the blood stained contract at Lucus. His suit riddled with blood and bullet holes. “100 years per offspring, a tiny rock among an infinite universe. Don’t think owning this world is anything, please , so shameful”

Charlie singed the last of the documents and push it forward “What’s next” he croaked.

“Business as usual Charlie, go get cleaned up, put that smile on your face and run this company in my stead, I’ll clear the way” he took the contact in his hands “But, remember Charlie, your only human”

Inspired by Omni-Man (Nolan Greyson) from Invincible

She looked out to the car windows to see the trees growing taller and taller. The mountains behind them started to cast vast shadows on the land. The road they were on started to cut from plains into the deep forests. Less and less cars seemed to pass and towns became a rarity among the trees. Tammy was driving. Her head was resting on her arm that propped up against he window. Pam was her passeger. Laid back asleep with her headphones blaring opera music into her crestfallen ears. They had left the last town about an hour ago and were driving up the coast to Portland, when they decided to check out the sprawling forests before getting into Oregon. Tammy looked around at the vast trees spanning over head and then at Pam. At least one of them was experiencing the forest. As Tammy turned her attention back to the road she noticed something up ahead. As she slowed the car and tried to flash her brights at it, the black mass stood still. As she got closer, it got bigger. She slowed the car to a halt. Four thin legs suspended a fur covered mass and what looked like a head of deer stretching into the air. It’s rack was twisted and sprawled out in all directions. Eyes that looked at her illuminated a deep red. It stared at her. She found the gear shift and pushed it into reverse. She slowly back the car up, but the massive legs stepped forward following her car.

“Pam” she whispered “Pam, wake up” she put her hand over to her friend and the massive beast seemed to respond to the gesture pulling even closer to the car. Could she out run it? How far was it to the last town? The eyes stayed locked on hers as if it was playing chicken. Her hand was still on her friend and she shook her slightly “Pam”

Pam stirred “What is it, are we there?” she pulled her seat foreword and rubbed her eyes. As she refocused her vision the beast sharpened.
“Oh my god” she yelled and screamed as Tammy tried to calm her. The beast opened its mouth. Teeth sharp and slender formed into a sinister smile. Tammy slammed on the acceleration and the car bolted backwards. She heaved her arm over Pams seat and kept her eyes on the road behind her. The hooves could be head cracking into the pavement as the thing kept pace with them. Her heart filled her ears and drowned out Pam’s wild screaming. She didn’t dare look back. They rounded a corner and the hooves stopped. Tammy turned the wheel spinning the car around and put the car in drive and took off back to where they came. She looked over at Pam who sat silent, her eyes wide open staring out the front of the car.

“It’s okay, we made it, we ma-“ Before she could react the smile came out of the forest green.

Inspired by Northern California

The train car swung back and forth as it exited the tunnel and entered into the yellow plains. I peered out the window at the large wheat fields. The wheat moved with the wind acting like a vast ocean with a few green trees sailing among it. I put pen to paper and recorded what I saw. I was nestled in a small table in the dining car. It looked like an old school diner had been sliced in half and crammed into a train car. A couple stools, a display tray, two waitress and one cook that was near the front of the car. Two men dressed in grey suits sat at the bar drinking coffee. One had his head down looking at some papers, while the other one flirted with one of the waitress’s behind the bar. Another man sat reading a newspaper on my left against the wall. I took a sip of coffee and picked up the book I was current digesting. “Wicked Soulless Things”, it was called. It was a mixture of vampires, werewolves fighting Frankenstein mosters. I loved the romantics, but sometimes a girl just needed unrelenting violence in her literature.

She came over prying herself from the man at the bar. “Would you like some more coffee dear?”

I smiled and nodded. “Looks like you might have a bit of trouble on your hands” My eyes darted at the young man and back at her.

“Oh, just a boy trying his best”

Her name tag said Sally. She had curly blonde hair that fell across her perfect breasts. I bit my lip.

“Well, he will get his due sometime. Sally, is it?” I tapped my pen on the notepad running my eyes from her slender legs back up to her blue eyes. She looked at something behind me then refocused.

“Yes ma’m, you can call on me if you need anything while your in the dining car” She smiled at me and I smiled back. I pulled out a compact and checked the mirror. It was just for show though. There was no reflection anyway.

“You know, I would love another slice of pie” I pushed my plate towards her. Her hand grabbed the plate and I could feel the blood pumping through her veins. Another slice of pie, indeed.

Inspired by Blue Plate Special by Jeff Lee Johnson

The pistons from my typewriter smashed black letters onto the page.  My story would be of a young man and women, falling in and out of love over a charming weekend. Only for them to both end up dead in the end from a miscommunication. I thought for a second. No, no, that’s Romeo and Juliet.

Aha!

I ripped the page away. What about this. A man, bent on revenge. Man verse nature. The white -. No, that was Moby Dick. I sat back in my velvet cushioned chair and took a drink. There had to be something in my head that was original. I started again and stopped. Odysseus. One more try then. That’s Count of Monte Cristo. I grabbed my drink and pushed the chair away from the small desk. I leaned against the the window sill peering out into the city. Buildings towered into the clouds. Beautiful stone, marble and glass all crafted into works of colossal art. Down below the streets were small black dots moving around. Trees scattered her and there. The air smelled of cinnamon and smoke as it cascaded out of depths and up the side of the building. A large airship was docking to one of the sky scrapers to the right. It’s massive blimp gleaming in the yellow sunlight.

“Okay, Okay” I said, taking another swig of my drink and turning the chair back to the typewriter with a screech. My fingers started punching the keys. Sweat beaded from my forehead. This is it. I got it. I hammered harder and harder. Faster and faster. The rhythm built and formed a sweet symphony of clicks and clacks, followed by the abrupt push of the carriage being pushed back. I ripped the paper from the machine, stood up and read it.

It was bad. Worse then bad. Terrible. A cross between Romeo and Juliet and Moby Dick, that took place on a airship. I sat back down, loaded another piece of paper and started typing again. It was bad, but at least it was something for now.

Inspired by Les oublies de Blossfeldtstad.

“If we don’t get out of here, I’m sorry”

“Were going to be fine, so shut it” They stepped through the large mechanical door and into a large open room. It looked like a large hotel. A reception desk greeted them and behind it was a large atrium with chairs and tables spread all around. Sky lights lit the whole room in a harsh bright light.

“Where is everyone?”

“Not sure” the man with black hair pulled a knife from his hip “Let’s not stand around and find out. “ They past the chairs and tables to the back and into an elevator. “All the way to the top” he said, pushing floor three hundred and sixty nine. The elevator rose with an eerie silence. It moved up the large artium and then passed it giving a glance at the city that spread into every direction. The sun was setting among the bay and it swept light into the concrete and glasses. The elevator entered another chamber and everything went dark besides the internal lights. Then it came to a halt. They both took a breathe in as the door opened. The room had not one sharp corner in it. Everything including the walls were rounded in some way. Glass and marble reflected orange and yellow in all directions. Large half circle windows lay on each side.

A large desk stood at the far side of the room. It was long with a tall white chair rotated towards the window behind it.

“Jean, William” The chair swung around. “I thought you would never show up, I was starting to get a bit worried. Almost sent someone to look for you” The women leaned forward on the desk. She had a matte grey mask covering her face. Clouds had replaced the eyes and a sideways moon smiled at them.

“Where is everyone?” Jean said.

The women stood up and raised her hands in a twirling motion. Then with a sudden jerk slammed them on the desk. Shadows started to cast behind her and block out the sun as they passed by the window. “Oh, there they are” she laughed. Jean covered his mouth and stepped back.

“Son of a bitch” William stepped forward hurling the knife towards her. She slapped it to the side and stepped onto the desk. “Jean, we have to -“ Jean was sprawled out on the floor. His body twisted and blood poured out of his mouth and ears.

“Peak-a -boo” The women was behind him. He tried to pull another knife, but her fist hit him first. Before he reached the ground for impact she grabbed the coller of his shirt suspending him off the ground. “Please, I don’t know what you thought would happen, you two useless sacks of flesh, thinking you can take on me? hah”

“We had to try” he said weakly then pulled another knife from his hip thrusting it into her throat. She held strong as blood poured from the wound and onto him. She pulled him from the floor and up into the air. She half choked and half laughed as he struggled. She said something, but he couldn’t understand it. Her arm whipped him back and then forward toward the window. He slammed into it, bouncing off and onto the floor. He tried to stabilize himself against the window. His vision swam and body started to take in the throw.

“Weak” she disappeared. A force hit him in the stomach, his back smashed into and through the window. He grabbed for anything and a white glove grasped his. The women didn’t say anything, she held on for a moment, then let go. William looked as the grey mask smiled down at him as he fell.

“So, you can wound a god” he gave one last smile.

Inspired by Die Alone by Light The Torch
Calm Before the Storm by Light The Torch

The drink started to hit me , but that wasn’t the thing that was intoxicating me the most. Her red lips smiled with a viciousness and cruel temptation that made my head spin. The party moved into full swing. The five piece band erupted with brass and a high voice backing them up. Champagne popped all over the room. The bar that I was sitting at jumped at every drop of liquer that hit the glass.

“Cheers!” A man lept from his stool and swung his high class cocktail in the air. Her eyes never left mine though. On the other side she set her self, elegantly tipping back a purplish cocktail in a martini glass. Those drinks glided off the glass and into her slightly parted red lips like honey. After each sip she would lick her lips just slightly. I sucked in a breath and then my latest drink and got up.

“This is it! Let’s get to mars” A table erupted in celebrations. I waded through the well dressed men and women that wiggled and waded in their space. A man grabbed me and cheered my invisible drink. A women tried to kiss me and I had to swim across the party goers next to her to get away. As I came close I saw another man talking to the women I was approaching. She smiled at him, then her eyes peaked over his shoulders right at me. He walk away looking dejected. I composed my self and slid next to her and ordered a drink. An old fashioned. I pointed to her martini glass and told the bartender what ever she wanted was on me. She bit her bottom lip and sucked down the last of her purplish cocktail.

“ A Manhattan, please” she said pushing her glass forward.

“So, what do you think?” I gestured to the room that was currently losing its mind. A bang was heard and silver and gold confetti rained from the ceiling.

“This is it” A man was on a table pointing to a large screen that hung on one of the greatly ornate walls.

“If human civilization was about to enter a new era, should I not be excited?” she said. The drinks slid towards us on two thick bar napkins.

“Yeah” I coughed “yes, of course. A little crazy in my eyes. Days, years of work lay ahead for us”

“Indeed” The lights started to rotate and dim, the party was just getting started. I looked deep in her green eyes. As the light hit them they turned a bright orange. It had to be my imagination, but I thought I saw crosses in them. White crosses that peaked into another world, that were hollowed out from the middle of her orange eyes. The lights crossed up and the green returned. Her smile widened and she showed her pure white teeth. “Is everything alright Alan?”

My drink was already half way gone, when did that happen “Of course I -“ Alan? she had said it so confidently. “How did you know my name?” Someone must of told her, the man before? I didn’t know him either.

“I know everyone’s name here” she said circling the glass with her finger. Her eye peaked at me and the cross had returned. “Why do you think tonight is happening?”

“To humanity!” the room burst into a torrent of celebration. Glasses impaled the air and everyone started to cheer together. The women finished off her drink and turned to me. Her orange eyes glowing around the hollowed crosses. She licked her lips, but this time made no attempt to save her lipstick

“To humanity, indeed” she smiled.

Inspired by Imagination by Tillian

“Would you look at a that” The old man said. He sat on the second story of a ryokan over looking the ocean. Outcast far in the distance. Floating above the ocean was a dark cloud. In it swirled grey, white and black with sharp lighting striking through from time to time. He took a sip of his tea and cleared his throat. We sat on the floor with a small table between us. The room had no wall on one side, just a small wooden railing separated us from the outside world. In front, the coast line dipped in and out with rocky cliffs that protruded out from the lush greens. The ryokan was small. Only seven rooms existed which ran along the back of the building facing the mountains. This was a remote place. Up steep paths, screaming across cliffs that went straight into the sea. Heavy and dense, the forest surrounded the whole place. It was private,ancient and unknown. Travelers that came through the mountains seeking different gods and ideas found their way here. In the mountains that nature had kept, this ryokan stood to welcome those who wandered.

I had been looking for something my self. A change of pace. An adventure. A solution to my problems. Or maybe, I was just looking to get lost. What ever the reason was, I had found my self here, in this place, drinking sobacha with an old man looking towards the ocean. I simply sat here. I didn’t have any other cares in the world. I was being.

“Yeah, look at that.” I said quietly then took a sip of my tea. It was warm and dry tasting. Clouds reflected off its golden surface. I closed my eyes and let the warm breeze wash over me.

Inspired by そば茶 Sobacha (Buckwheat Tea)

I drift from one room to the next. Impossible architecture fills my senses, but familier feelings haunt my mind. I step in a large room. White marble pillars span into clouds hanging in the ceiling. I see my self, but it is not me. Or at least I don’t think its me. They run through a scene. Making mistakes. Falling down. Getting back up. This person, this other me, seems stuck in an endless loop till they remain on the ground. Static. Unflinching. I turn to another me. Sitting at a table they negotiate some deal with a shadowy figure across from them. They smile and shake hands. The whole scene freezes with the hands locked. I exit the large room passing by these scenes playing out. Some look like success, others failure and some dont look anything.

As I enter the next room I feel pressure hit me from behind, forcing me the floor. I brace myself, but the pressure keeps building upon my back. I stumble and get to my feet. Again the pressure builds and hit this time harder. This time my arms don’t react fast enough. I hit pavement. I don’t even know where I am anymore. It looks as if I am in an alley way. My vision becomes blurry. What can I do? I try to push my self off from the ground, but a force press upon my mid back. I look forward into the darkness. A figure stands. Looking at me. My eyes meet his. Their mine.

The room is dark. I let out a breath, wiping my eyes with my hands and crank my head to look at the clock. It’s 4:00 a.m.

Inspired by Reject by windwaker