Absent Fantasy

Words fill my head like a stream, a river of consciousness, the thoughts flow. My waterfall of thought crashes against the rocks of depression only to end there. The thoughts are destroyed and motivation banished. Words mean so little to me these days. I say them and feel nothing. No rainbows and giant trees, orcs and trolls are absent from the strange lands that my mind used to inhabit. The world of fantasy is empty and I am left alone in an empty field with gray skies. When the world of fantasy starts to look bleak then I begin to live more in the real world. My mind and my time are spent longer and longer in the real world. Bills, responsibilities, pain, depression attack from all sides, but the real world has beauty in it too, love, friendship, excitement and deeper sights and smells than my fantasy world ever had. I the rich smell of wood smoke and the feel of an autumn breeze exist in the real world but they are passing experiences. So I hold them tight and steal them away in through the door of fantasy. I grab as much of these experiences as I can but when they get into my world of fantasy they don’t have the same splendor. The imagined autumn tree has become flat and the rich fragrance of wood smoke is nothing but a wisp of a memory.

            My fantasy world used to take a tree and create a forest. One unique tree could even inspire an entire story. The tree could be ugly, strange or beautiful, it didn’t matter. Whenever I saw something so unique that I felt it didn’t belong in the real world I would steal it, I would take it to join the fantasy in my mind. In my fantasy world trees could talk if they were ancient enough, regular people could be heroes or villains, cats were magical, well more magical than in real life, and I could be free.

            I feel like my world has started to mirror the never-ending story. The nothing consumed the Never Ending storybook and destroyed the wondrous creatures that lived there. I feel that the Nothing has come for my fantasy world and it makes me nervous. Though I hope that this absence of fantasy is temporary. Maybe the Nothing didn’t consume my fantasy world, but instead I have become too tainted by stress and the real world to see the fantasy before my eyes. The fantasy creatures that once lived in my world still exist, but I just cannot see them. I miss them. I write about characters like Pumpkin Jack, the Gravedigger, Hobbs, the Vanguard, those hundreds of characters named Joseph and Jack, the lands like Hallows end, Bokro, Dark town and autumn carnival, I write about these people and places but I can’t see them as much anymore. I used to be able to picture them so clearly as if they stood in front of me but now I write about them from memory of what I think they would do and say. I miss them and I don’t know how to return to the worlds I once created. This is not the first time I have felt distant from my stories, but it might be one of the longest times I have gone without writing, or without visiting the fantasyland in my imagination.

            I am sure there are plenty of people who would be confused or not understand the severity of what I am talking about, some might think I am insane and lost my grip with reality, sadly I have not, I know all too well what reality is. To dream makes us human and the capacity for fantasy is one of greatest gift you could have. Children have the capacity for fantasy and the live half in fantasy and half in reality, but parents either choose not to nurture this gift or they straight out destroy it. Some people die but continue to walk through life thinking they are alive. This society is not made for dreamers and artists, this world is cold and hard and you have to look for the good and the warm. Every human has to search for the good in life and some never find it.

            In my opinion, the nicest thing you could do for someone is make them a meal and tell them a story. 

Where my Dreams take me - part 6 The New Day

Jack stepped through the charred doorway of his former Boss’ office. The office was untouched by flames and was just as flashy and awful as Jack remembered. “Jack my boy, such wonderful new powers you have. I think we can work out a deal. You keep working for me and I will forgive you for killing all of my guards” The Boss said calmly.

            Jack smiled, he grinned ear to ear as he walked forward slowly. “Deals? We are making deals now?” Asked Jack, his smile still wide and frightening. He slowly sat down on a crimson leather chair across from the Boss. Jack leaned over the Boss’ desk and looked him in the eye. “You will forgive me? Forgive me? FORGIVE ME?!” Jack said his voice jumped into a shout toward the end. Jack cleared his throat and brushed his hair back. “You should be begging me to spare your life and you sit here making deals? You should be asking ME to forgive YOU!” Jack said, his voice jumping as he barely contained his anger. “I would never make a deal with you, but I did make a deal with someone else. Someone who wants you dead just as much as I do” Jack said as he looked the Boss right into his beady dark brown eyes. “Who would have the nerve to send you after me? And while I am asking questions, where did you get that magic?” The Boss asked. He didn’t move from his chair, but he was slowly becoming uncomfortable.

            Death slowly appeared into view behind Jack. A floating cloaked skeleton holding a scythe appeared as a response to the Boss’ question. Then a second later Death was gone. Jack didn’t see Death but he assumed the Boss did by his changed expression. All of the color drained out of the Boss’ face when he saw the Grim Reaper.

            Jack stood up and lifted his hammer to strike but the Boss acted quickly and shot Jack point blank with his shotgun. Jack froze and his eyes went wide. He had come so far only to let his guard down for a second and to get killed by the same person and the same gun that killed Isabelle. Everything seemed to slow as Jack looked down to check for damage. As he looked down he saw the Boss was horrified instead of pleased. Green flames spilled out of Jack’s chest and stomach. The flames covered his torso instead of blood. Magical flames moved across Jack’s skin but instead of burning him, they were healing the skin. The flames that dripped to the ground burned a hole in the floor.

            Jack looked at the Boss and smiled “Death sends his regards” then launched forward and grabbed the Boss by the throat. Green flames burned brightly in Jack’s eyes as rage filled his body. Jack lifted the Boss up by his throat and hurled him through the back wall. As the Boss’ body soared through the air like a rag doll Jack lifted his hammer and then flung it forward. The hammer flew straight out and hit the Boss, then engulfed the Boss in flames. The Hammer and the Boss’ body dropped to the ground with a thud. Jack couldn’t see where the Boss landed because it was dark and also his body was sent out past the city limits.

            Jack jumped out through the hole in the wall down three floors and hit the ground. Jack landed on his feet and took off running. This part of Dark city was the section unlucky enough to be built on the edge of the Haunted Forest. Jack approached the forest, which was swarming with spirits and weird glowing eyes that looked on from every shadow. Jack didn’t want to go anywhere near that place. “Halloween night is almost upon us Jack. Halloween is when the Haunted forest grows restless and the spirits become visible and the monsters more aggressive” Death whispered. The Haunted forest was always dangerous, but the development of Dark city riled up the inhabitants of the forest and with Halloween approaching the spirits were even more restless.

            The boss was standing on the edge of the Haunted forest, too afraid to run into the forest to escape Jack, but too afraid of Jack to distance himself from the forest. Jack approached “Not dead yet? Good, more fun for me” Jack said as he walked closer, his hammer burned brightly as Jack approached. Jack lifted his hammer off the ground and held it up with one hand. “J-Jack please, I can bring her back! I can help you. Don’t kill me” The Boss said his human skin dripped from his face revealing red demon skin. Small yellow horns poked out from under his black hat and his eyes glowed yellow. Jack sneered and shot another blast of fire at the Boss.

            The flames burned the Boss’ clothes and melted away his human disguise.

The Boss stood five feet five and was now in his true form. He was still overweight but his skin was scaly and red, his mouth was a large gaping maw and his eyes burned bright like fire. “Disgusting” Jack muttered. The Boss pulled a black gem from his torn suit pocket. He smiled and held it up. “I saved this gem for supernatural opponents, it cancels magic. Since magic is holding you together right now, prepare to be torn apart. The Gem shot out a blast of energy at Jack. Jack threw his hammer at the blast and jumped out of the way. The Hammer and the dark blast collided and caused an explosion. Black, red and green flames shot over Jack’s head as he lay flat on the grass. The Boss was blasted backward into the Haunted forest.

            “He’s going to escape!” Jack shouted. “No, he is not” Death replied. The glowing eyes went out and the spirits that floated around the trees rushed into the forest. Everything that Haunted that forest seemed to move in on the Boss as soon as he landed. Screams echoed out of the forest accompanied by the sounds of bones breaking and meat being torn.

            It was over, Jack had his revenge, and the Boss was dead. Death appeared in front of Jack in the form of a young woman. She was very pale and slender, she wore all black and had long black hair that flowed into her black dress. She walked toward Jack and smiled “You have done well” She said with a kind smile. Death knelt down and picked up the Hammer with ease. “The stories this hammer could tell…” She said as her voice drifted off. Death stared at the hammer as if it was telling her all of its amazing stories.

            “What do I do now?” Asked Jack as he lifted himself up. “I want a peaceful life, I want to be done with this nightmare. Am I even human anymore? What was that green fire inside of me?” Jack added. Death sighed “The hammer’s magic kept you alive. MY hammer kept you alive. Now that you have given it to me, you are as mortal and human as before. Now you can go build your life. It is yours for the taking. Do as you wish with this freedom. The mountaintop, the autumn forest, maple town and even a black cat all wait for you in your future. The traveling and building is up to you” Death explained. “Thank you, Jack” Death added with a smile then vanished from sight.

            Jack felt sore, tired and hungry. Before he left Dark city forever he decided to pay a visit to Old Carl and see if he could make him some food for old times sake.

            Jack stumbled as he walked back into the city, leaving the sights and sounds of the Haunted Forest behind him. As he approached the city he saw a black cat with green eyes. It was just a kitten, it was lost and alone and rummaging through a garbage can for food. Jack walked up to the cat and put his hand out to pet it. Despite living on the street, the cat was friendly and trusting enough to let Jack pet him. Jack saw an old can of pumpkin puree in the garbage and smiled at the dirty logo of a pumpkin patch. The black cat bit down on the can but then reared its head back when it realized the can wasn’t edible.

            “Would you like to come with me? I’m homeless too” Jack told the cat. The cat mewed and began to purr. “Have you ever been to the mountains? I hear they are lovely this time of year” Jack said as he picked up his new cat and placed it on his shoulders. “I am going to call you Karu, if that’s alright” Jack said. Karu meowed.

            Jack and Karu walked through Dark city, toward the Lousy Dame bar. The rain had stopped, the sun was rising and Jack had a brand new life ahead of him.

Autumn Carnival part 2 - Fun and games

The night continued on, the air smelled like fresh apples and pastries. The cool breeze blew through the Autumn Carnival. Wyatt and Felix walked through the east root, the eastern side of the carnival. They left their father to stare at the beautiful autumn tree at the center of the carnival.

Wyatt walked over the smooth cobblestone path that led through the east root. A circle of cobblestone surrounded the autumn tree at the center and then branched off into every direction. Wyatt remembered the feel of the stone beneath his shoes. He listened to the sound of the bells and whistles that would go off every time someone won a prize at a game in the east root. The cold air took him back to a day when he was still small enough to ride the little kid rides. The rides like the autumn leaf ride, where little kids would sit in these leaf shaped carts and they would slowly go up and down, gently moving in a circle like leaves in the wind. He remembered being on that ride when he was very small and he felt like he was flying when the leaves took off. Now at the age of seventeen, Wyatt realized the ride wasn’t fast at all and the leaves barely left the ground, but to a child it was like floating through the air. Wyatt remembered going on all of his favorite rides and then feeling a sense of joy when he got to see his younger brother ride he old favorites but also experienced new rides that Wyatt never got to experience.

The Autumn carnival was a yearly tradition and to keep things feeling fresh would often swap out the least popular rides for new rides that might be more fun. Wyatt’s favorites still stood tall after all of these years. As the two brothers walked by Wyatt smiled when he saw a small boy with the look of wonder in his eyes when the leave ride took off.

If Felix was asked what he remembered he would say that he remembered the ‘bug ride’ a tiny roller coaster where children would ride a bug cart as he whizzed through a wide, oddly shaped, plastic tree with tracks. The bug roller coaster ride was installed years after Wyatt was too big to ride the children’s rides so Felix felt special that he was able to experience it. There was something in this park that was his and not a ‘hand me down’ from his older brother. If you asked Felix what he remembered he would tell you all of this and more, but Felix wasn’t prone to reminiscing or nostalgia because he was too busy by how excited he was by the carnival.

Wyatt walked at a slow pace as he took everything in but Felix kept rushing ahead then running back. “Why are you sooo slooow? Felix asked Wyatt, putting emphesis on his ‘O’s to show his frustration. Wyatt smiled and hurried his step. Soon the two boys reached the games. The boys walked past the ‘Shoot every bell with a pellet and win a prize’ game, the claw machine games and bobbing for apples, which Wyatt didn’t think was sanitary. Finally they reached two games, the cider drinking competition and a game where you have to catch apples as they fall from a large tree. Felix paid a ticket, grabbed a woven basket and went for the apple tree game. Wyatt decided this year he would win the apple cider drinking game.

            Felix and four other children around the ages of 10-15 ran around the large apple tree as bright red apples tumbled from its branches. Wyatt smiled as he watched his little brother run around like a maniac. Wyatt was waiting for the cider drinking competition to begin. The cider drinking started every hour on the hour. The clock soon struck nine and a loud bell rang out nine times. The bell sounded large, like it came from a full sized bell tower. The small hand wound clock by the cider drinking table certainly didn’t make that noise.

Wyatt pulled up a chair at the cider table. Three wooden cups were set in front of him. Everyone that sat down had three cups. Before Wyatt could ask “what are the rules” a man in a red shirt shouted “GO!” And blew a whistle. Wyatt began chugging the cups of cider. After he finished one he placed it to his left and grabbed the next cup. The cups to the left were piling up but Wyatt always had three cups of cider in front of him, no more, no less. He figured someone came by and quickly gave him another cup while he was distracted. He chugged cider till he felt sick but he wanted to win. He had played a different game every year and he never found a game he was good at. He hated to lose and he felt like he let his little brother down. Every year Wyatt would promise to win Felix something and every year Wyatt lost. Felix never got upset at Wyatt for losing but Wyatt wanted to win something at least once.

Time passed and Wyatt could see Felix staring with wide eyes of amazement at how much cider the table of people was drinking. Wyatt finished another glass, slammed it down and fell off of his bar stool. He laid on the cold, soft grass as he fought the urge to throw up. The cool grass felt nice on his skin. After a moment he stood up and turned to Felix. “Come on ya Butt, lets go find dad” Wyatt said to Felix with a smile. “wait kid!” Said the man in the red shirt. “You won! Everyone else had stopped by the time you fell over. Even after everyone left you kept drinking. You won by five cups! That’s either sheer determination or a hearty love for cider! Either way you are a champ in my book” Said the Ref in the red shirt. “Whoa! Wyatt you did it!” Felix said. Wyatt turned to accept his prize. “What did I win, Sir?” Asked Wyatt. “You won our biggest jug of homemade, fresh apple cider!” Said the man in the red shirt. Wyatt smiled and promptly threw up.

Back in the center of the carnival also known as “The Tree”, Nathan was sitting under the tree smiling. His smile widened when he saw his boys return with a blue ribbon and a jug of cider. “Heh, You won the cider drinking game! Just like yer old man. I won that game too when I was young, couldn’t drink cider for a week after that” Nathan said as he reminisced the good times. “uhhrg” Wyatt groaned. “Hey, how about I just buy you a souvenir instead? Felix and I can get a snack and I will get you anything you want from the gift shop” Nathan said. Wyatt smiled “Thanks dad”

Nathan, Felix and a still woozy Wyatt had met up. The next step in their adventure was the West Root.

Autumn Carnival part 1 - Grand Opening

            Deep in the autumn forest was a sleepy little place called Maple town. Maple town was famous for two things, Maple syrup and originality.

            In Maple town there was a man named Nathan. Nathan was an old drunk who had two sons who he loved even more than he loved his Maple flavored scotch, which was a lot. Nathan’s children were named Wyatt and Felix. The two boys were seventeen and fourteen. Wyatt had shaggy black hair, was tall and lanky and had olive toned skin. Felix had light brown hair, short but athletic and had similar skin tone. The two boys had different hobbies and interests and while Felix preferred to be active, Wyatt likes to take things slow and easy. One of the things the boys always agreed on was their love of autumn and the Autumn Carnival.

            The Autumn Carnival was unusual because many carnivals took place in spring or summer. Autumn usually only had harvest festivals but once a year the magical and rare Autumn Carnival was open for a week and only a week. The owner of the carnival didn’t advertise or try to build hype, he just set everything up and people came. The carnival became popular through word of mouth but was kept a secret from the other lands.

            It was the day of the grand opening of the Autumn Carnival and there was already a crowd at the entrance. Nathan and his two sons walked up over a large hill to get a better view of the carnival before they went in. Pale green grass stretched out for miles, the Autumn Carnival sat in the open field with a forest of colorful trees behind it. Red, orange and yellow trees swayed in the pleasant breeze. The carnival sign stood tall over the grounds. “Autumn Carnival” was written in bright lights. The sign itself was orange and brown with tints of yellow. Orange, red, yellow, brown, black and purple decorated the various rides and signs. From the view on top of the grassy hill the Father and his sons could see a giant Ferris wheel along with many strange and exciting looking rides poking out from behind the Carnival gates and went up past the main entrance sign.

            Nathan had a sparkle in his eye as he approached the Carnival. He remembered when he used to visit when he was a kid and now he was overjoyed to be able to take his kids to the same place he enjoyed so much. Nathan had been to the Autumn Carnival almost thirty times in his life and his children had been more than ten times, but every year they were just as excited, as they were the first time they visited.

             Wyatt and Felix ran ahead when they saw the carnival gates, which had large metal gates with a pumpkin symbol on each gate door. Outside of the carnival walls was a variety of snack stands and local businesses selling their homemade and home grown goods. Homemade pie, fresh apples and of course more maple syrup than any one man could drink. Wyatt and Nathan always got fresh Maple lollipops before they went into the carnival but Felix insisted that he get an apple cider donut instead.

            The three nibbled their treats as they waited for the Carnival to open. The rolling field and fall colored forest looked beautiful during the day, but the carnival wasn’t open till night. Waiting for the grand opening was half of the fun. While people waited they sampled various foods and listened to musicians play soft melodies and festive tunes.

            Wyatt and Felix walked around the outside of the carvival. As they walked the talked about the rides they wanted to go on and tried to guess what new attractions the carnival would have. Every year the carnival added new rides and shows. The least popular attractions would be taken away or temporarily retired and the fan favorites would stick around. In the fifty years that the Autumn Carnival in business the only attraction to stay every year was the ferris wheel. It was a central attraction and the shape of the ferris wheel towering up above everything else was iconic. When people thought of the Autumn Carnival they always remembered how it looked from the outside, big bright sign, colorful banners, big walls and a towering ferris wheel.

            Night crept in and as the light from the sun dimmed and flickered out, lights from the carnival began to glow brighter and brighter. The chattering and music quieted to a hush. Everyone sat in silence as they waited for what happened next.

            A man in a black suit and black top hat stepped up onto the sign about the Carnival entrance. “Hello good people of the autumn forest!” Called the man. Just as he spoke a spotlight was turned on him. “For those who are new, I am Charles Orchard the owner of the Autumn Carnival. And to those who have been here before, Welcome back my friends I think this year will be the most exciting one yet” Said Mr. Orchard. The crowd cheered. Then fireworks lit up the sky. Booming explosions in the night sky, sending out colors of every kind. When the fireworks stopped a band began to play and the doors to the carnival opened.

            People rushed in, excitement was on the face of every adult and child. Wyatt and Felix had been off walking to pass the time so when the gates opened they were just barely getting back to their father. Nathan smiled “Ready boys?” He asked. The two boys nodded and they all walked toward the carnival. Already a long line was forming. People in the front bought tickets and then were let into the carnival. There were many ticket sellers but there were so many people that some people had to wait.

            Wyatt looked at the towering ferris wheel as it stood motionless. It was covered in white lights that twinkled like the stars. The ferris wheel wasn’t moving yet but the lights rotated in such a way that it first glance it looked like the ride was already in motion. Wyatt loved how the darkness of night contrasted with the bright lights and colorful rides in the carnival. Felix just liked looking at pretty colors.

            Soon the lines moved along and the family of three got their tickets and entered the carnival. Immediately they saw autumn tree in the center of the carnival. On just that one tree there were shades of green, yellow, orange and red. The green started at the bottom and changed gradually as it went up. Wyatt doubted it was a real tree because it was so big, it was almost taller than the large walls around the carnival and also he had never seen one tree with so many colors so evenly spaced. Yet the tree did look real and leaves occasionally fell off when a strong wind blew.

            The tree was in the center of the carnival, the carnival was broken up into sections and called ‘Roots’ because they all led back to the tree. The carnival entrance was in the south root, the ferris wheel and the adult rides were in the north root, the west root had the food and souvenirs, and the east root was children rides and games that give out prizes.

            Nathan stood under the tree and marveled at the beautiful sight. A large autumn tree so full of color surrounded by bright lights and soft music. “We are going to go on some rides” Said Wyatt to his father. “Oh ok boys, have fun” Said Nathan as he stared up at the tree.

            Felix and Wyatt shrugged and walked off to the east root. Nathan was always a weird guy so his fascination with the tree didn’t phase his two boys. “What do you wanna do first?” Felix asked excitedly. “Well first we need to win some prizes. Its been a whole year since last time, and this time I am going to win something! I just know it!” Said Wyatt sounding very determined.

            Wyatt and Felix always used the excuse of trying to win prizes to go to the east root and while Felix might honestly want to win a prize, Wyatt always went because he missed the days when he got to ride the child rides. Wyatt never won any prized but he always tried his best and always got Felix excited in the process but while he took his time ‘deciding on a game’ he was actually feeling nostalgic when he saw old familiar rides and felt a little jealous when he saw cool new rides that he would never be able to experience.

            While some would say the east root was filled with kids rides and cheap games, Wyatt would say the east root was filled with memories.

Watch for part 2 as the boys explore the East and West roots.

Clash of Reality part 3

            Torchlight flickered off of the green stone wall of the ancient catacombs.  The sound of battle echoed through the otherwise empty tunnels. Green flames exploded against a warriors golden shield. Upon impact with the shield the fire burst and split off, causing a splash effect. Ayla the Warrior jumped backward with her shield raised as she tried to avoid the scattering flames.

            A group of adventurers including Soul Shadow and Ayla were fighting the Ancient undead wizard known as the Lich. The Lich’s bone jaw rattled against its skull as The Lich moved around the room. The Lich could float and his movements were strange and unpredictable.

            Ayla charged in with her short sword and struck the Lich, then immediately had to block any incoming attacks with her shield. Green flames exploded against Ayla’s shield causing her to stumble backward. Every time the Lich threw his green fire the flames would explode on impact and send smaller flames in every direction. Even though they were in a stone room the green fire stayed burning for a few seconds before dying out. This meant that even if a single flame attack was dodged or blocked the heroes would still have to watch their step for any remaining fire still burning. The longer the battle dragged on the more dangerous the room became.

            Since Ayla was focused on fighting the ancient, powerful, undead wizard in front of her, Soul helped by watching her back. He used his ice sword to extinguish any flames around Ayla so she didn’t have to take her eyes off of the Lich. Whenever the area was clear of flames Soul would help attack. His speed was as amazing as ever and often was able to strike the Lich with his swords before the Lich even realized he was being attacked. Soul couldn’t stay in one spot and attack though because the Lich was even more dangerous up close.

            Red flames sizzled and burned the Lich ever time Soul attacked with his sword of Ember. The Lich swiped his skeleton hand at Soul ever time Soul got close. The Hands of the Lich glowed in a dark purple energy and every swipe of his hands left an energy trail similar to Soul’s swords.

            The rest of the group was helping too. As Ayla blocked the Lich and tried to keep him distracted other players would attack when they were able. There were five members all together. Ayla, Soul, Orx a fighter with a two handed axe, Simon an archer who specialized in using a magical gun instead of a bow and Fina the only spellcaster in the group. 

            Simon fired an freezing round at the Lich. The Lich was hit but didn’t seem to notice. Usually this would freeze the unit solid, instead it only slowed the Lich down. Fina was a charging a spell in the back of the room. When it was ready she let out a barrage of lighting bolts that struck the Lich in rapid succession. The Lich was jolted and stopped fighting for a second also bits of the Lich’s cloak ripped and had burns on it from the lighting. Ayla, Soul and Orx charged in when they saw an opening. Orx jumped in the air and slashed his battle-axe down on the Lich, the impact of the strike caused the ground to shake. Soul moved in and slashed with all of his strength. Soul unleashed a flurry of freezing and burning strikes. Ayla finished the attack with a precision strike into the Lich’s chest.

            The Lich took massive damage in the brief one second opening where he couldn’t move. This wasn’t enough to stop him though and he reached out his long arm and grabbed Orx with his large skeleton hand. The Lich lifted Orx into the air with ease. The other party members gasped and began attacking with everything they had. Orx screamed and the Lich began to laugh. A haunting laugh echoed through the stone halls. Dark energy swirled around Orx as the Lich was draining away his health. Soul jumped and tried to slash the Lich’s arm to free Orx but the Lich’s second arm came up and swatted Soul. Dark energy engulfed the hero as he flew across the room. Soul hit the wall with a sickening thud and crumpled to the ground. Ayla couldn’t stand it she charged with her shield and using all of her strength slammed into the Lich with her shield. The Lich, who was still floating, was knocked off balance and was sent into the wall on the other side of the room. The Lich dropped Orx and then hit the wall. Bones broke free and fell off of the Lich.

Fina repeated caste her healing spells on Soul and then Orx. Soul was able to stand but was weakened. Dark energy still clung to him and sapped his strength. Fina began charging a large spell. Soul and Ayla nodded to eachother and charge the Lich. Simon began firing every kind of special bullet he had. Explosive, fire, ice, acid and frag ammo were all fired as quickly as he could reload. The Lich was standing and no longer floating. His hands began to glow even brighter as he charged up a spell. Soul ran at the Lich head on. The Lich caste his spell and threw a giant green fireball at Soul. Soul threw his swords and jumped into the air at the last minute. The fireball barely missed Soul and it continued to fly forward, now at Ayla. Soul’s swords flew straight and both hit the Lich in the chest.

The green fireball was about to hit Ayla but Fina cast a reflective spell on Ayla’s shield. The Green fireball stuck Ayla’s shield and Ayla pushed back against it with all of her might. The Green fire was not blocked but reflected and sent back at the Lich.

The Lich was being shot with all sorts of elemental ammo and had two of the games most powerful swords sticking out of his chest. He was too weak to float or teleport and his own giant fireball was headed right at him. The green fire struck the Lich and he let out an unholy scream as he was burned to dust.

The battle was over and the fight was won. The heroes sighed with relief. They had beaten the legendary Lich. There were no words that could express how happy they were with their victory.

Orx: GG guys. GG.

Soul:…You just had to ruin it. yeah, good game to you  too Orx.

            Ayla laughed and Soul smiled. The rest of the party signed off and their characters were sent out of the dungeon. “So I think the hero of the day deserves a kiss, don’t you?” Said Ayla with a sly smile. “Y-yeah that would be great!” Soul said. “I was talking about me!” Ayla said and then started to laugh.

Soul: So Sarah…

Ayla: Ayla is fine.

Soul: I know we talked about meeting. Things have been going so well so I figured I could take a bus to your town.

Ayla: Wow, that would be great! This is kind of sudden. Did you just decide on this?

Soul: No, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Besides then I could give the hero of the day a kiss…

 

            Weeks passed from that day. The day Jacob and Sarah beat the Ancient Lich. It was a great accomplishment for them and meant even more because they did it together as team.

            In the small town of Lindberry at the local bus station a pale twenty two year old girl with red hair waits for the bus. She wore jeans and a t-shirt with a warrior crest on it from the game she plays. She was also wearing a red cloak made of thin material. It seemed a little out of place but She wore it with pride. The bus pulled up to the station and passengers all file out of the bus. The passengers all looked travel weary. They lug their bags and backpacks, each person matches up with someone waiting for their arrival. The redheaded girl looked around but didn’t see anyone for her. She watched happy reunions and smiles as strangers left the station.

            Then she saw him. The boy she was waiting for, Jacob. Jacob was twenty three, average looking with brown hair, jeans and a black t-shirt. He dragged a green suitcase behind him. He looked at the ground as he made his way past all of the strangers. Then he saw her, Sarah. She was more beautiful than in her pictures and she even found a red cloak that looked like the cloak from the game. His heart raced as he walked toward her. They were both smiling like idiots as they drew closer. Jacob went to call her name, “Sarah!” He thinks, but stops and instead says “Ayla!”

            Sarah’s smile widened even more, despite being almost physically impossible. She grabbed his arm and looked up at him “Soul, you made it” She said so only he could hear her. Jacob leaned down and kissed her. “My hero” Said Jacob.

Clash of Reality part 2

            Soul Shadow stalked the Dark Forest as he hunted monsters. Shadow goblins ambled out from behind the trees. Soul drew two twin swords from his back. Frost and Ember, swords of fire and ice, forged in the heart of the dwarves mountains and enchanted by the arch Mage himself. Soul got the swords by killing the fire king and the ice king. Two kings, two kingdoms, each with their own powerful swords, and now Soul possessed both of them.

            Being a dark elf, Soul was both nimble and dexterous. He swung his swords with precision and speed, slicing at his enemies with deadly accuracy. Flames and frost trails followed after each swing of their perspective swords. Soul stepped forward to one of the Shadow goblins, he moved so fast he seemed as if he could teleport. Trails of fire and ice moved through the air over the goblin, then Soul sidestepped and moved onto the next enemy. The sword strikes were so fast the blades could rarely be seen and the goblins didn’t know they were dead till moments after Soul moved onto his next target. The battle looked more like a colorful dance routine or a martial arts demonstration than a battle. Once you realized that the goblins were dying you probably wouldn’t call it a battle anymore, it was a slaughter.

            Soul left the fight clean and the bodies behind him were left in pieces. Soul didn’t even bother looting half of the bodies, he had more important business. Soul reached the edge of the Dark forest and the beginning border of the autumn lands, a bright and beautiful place full of autumn trees and soft warm sunlight. At the border stood a swordsman enemy with a red cloak. The swordsman carried a large jagged black sword and wore a red cloak and a golden helmet. This design showed that he was a border guard between lands. Most players would take the long way around to avoid the legendary border guards, who were imbued with powers of the lands they protected. Soul went straight through them.

            Dark red eyes glowed ominously under the contrasting golden autumn helmet. The swordsman roared like a beast and swung its two handed jagged sword down at Soul. Soul moved forward with incredible speed. He sidestepped the first attack then countered with a flurry of strikes from Ember and Frost. The sword strikes slashed and broke through a thick maple tree, which was now standing in for the swordsman. Soul looked in disbelief. One of the dark trees from the Dark forest side of the border morphed into the swordsman. He could move freely through the trees, which made up for his slow movements. Soul crossed his swords and then thrust them forward. A ball of blue icy flames shot forward and struck the swordsman before he could warp to another tree. The ice slowed the swordsman down and the flames burned him, causing slow damage over time.

            Soul ran forward at twice the speed as normal, using a haste spell to make sure his next hit was successful. Being a dark elf Soul was proficient in Magic and swords, but his magic was nowhere near that of a mage or warlock.

Soul reached the swordsman, who was in mid swing to strike again. Before the jagged black sword could land a hit, Soul rammed his swords into the Border Guardian and pulled the swords upward, ripping two huge wounds into the creature. The guardian howled again then faded away.

            Soul stood and tried to catch his breath, the guardian faded away but his cloak remained. “Yes!” Soul cheered. This guardian would only drop one of his special items when defeated. This time Soul got exactly what he wanted.

            Soul gazed out at toward the Autumn lands, the honey colored sun, the cool breeze, the red and orange trees, it was all so beautiful. Then when Soul didn’t think the view could get any better, Ayla appeared in the distance. She was a high elf warrior, slender and beautiful, with bright red hair and fierce green eyes. When she saw Soul she started to run toward him and waved. “Soul!” She shouted. Soul walked toward her and gave an embarrassed smile. He wasn’t used to people getting so excited to see him.

            “I got this for you” He said as Ayla approached. Ayla’s smile widened as Soul gave her the red cloak of the Autumn forest Border Guardian. The cloak increased the wearer’s strength, which was great for a warrior class. Plus the red cloak matched her hair. Ayla hugged soul and put on the cloak. “Thank you so much! I can’t believe you took on a guardian by yourself” She said. “I-it was nothing” Soul replied. The two of them chatted for hours and even went out questing together. They made a good team, with Soul’s speed and use of support magic and Ayla’s strength and defense, they could take on anything the world had to offer.

            Jacob sighed as he stretched at his computer. It was another successful night and he was happy that his gift made Ayla so happy.

Soul: Hey Ayla…uh what is your real name? I’ve seen your face on video chat, but I never thought to ask you what your name is.

Ayla: ….Sarah. I like Ayla better, it’s a name I actually got to choose.

Soul: Sarah, I like it. I’m Jacob. It seems silly that we are just learning this now.

Ayla: Its not silly Soul, I knew the name that you choose, it doesn’t matter to me what other people call you. Jacob is a fine name though. Don’t get me wrong. Also you can still call me Ayla. ;)

Soul: Thanks, Ayla.

            Real life has its perks, but for some the virtual life holds more value. When its blisteringly hot outside in real life, you are stuck inside and alone, wouldn’t it be better to spend the day in an autumn forest with someone you love?

Jacob looked outside. The heat from the pavement distorted the air outside of his window. In the background was the sound of his AC turned to full blast.

Soul: Hey Ayla, whats the weather like there?

Sarah looks out her window and grimaces as she looks on another scorching hot day. She smiles as she images that it is so hot a bird bursts into flames. She looks down at her freckled pale arm and frowns. She couldn’t handle the sun very well. Sarah went back to her computer and smiled.

Ayla: It another beautiful day in the Autumn forest, same for you right?

Soul:…haha, yeah. It sure is.

Clash of Reality part 1

            Jacob sat on the soft green grass with his back against a large oak tree. The gentle spring breeze felt nice on his face and the smell of flowers was everywhere. Despite being in such a serene setting, Jacob’s mind kept drifting back.

            The clash of steel and the roar of battle still echoed in his ears. Jacob was looking into the peaceful blue sky, but he was seeing battle. His memories would fade in and out, replacing the present with the past. Jacob didn’t live in some war-torn medieval age, he lived in a peaceful modern world. a world of computers and advanced medicine. There was no reason to be truly unhappy, those who complained must be doing so for attention, or because they didn’t realize how wonderful life was.

            Jacob sighed. He enjoyed the nice weather, the sound of chirping birds and having access to food whenever he needed it. He appreciated the advanced medicine and the high tech computers that everyone loved so dearly. Despite all of this he felt disconnected. He felt lonely, weak and worst of all, bored.

            Depression isn’t sadness, its depression is numbness, it is advanced boredom. When there is no way to prove yourself, when the type of skills you have aren’t valued in society, then there is nothing to do. If you can’t challenge your brain than what is the point of having one?

            Jacob was outside because he was trying to reconnect with the world. He was trying to embrace this ‘reality’ everyone talked so highly about. Besides the weather and an occasional friendly face, reality wasn’t much to brag about.

            It would be so easy to back to the battle. It would be so simple to just turn it back on, to be needed and loved, to have purpose. Jacob only had to sit at his computer and turn on his game. He could disappear from a harsh unforgiving reality and spend his time in the game. It would be so easy….

            Jacob knew his habits and he knew that if he started playing competitively again he would get drawn in. The virtual world would consume him and he would let it.

            He didn’t know why he even cared. Jacob stared out as people walked by. He watched these people conducting their lives and they seemed so normal. They knew something that Jacob didn’t. he was missing something about reality that made it so great.

            These passing people never talked to Jacob, people rarely spoke to him. Maybe they were all just NPCs and life is just like the game he played. Jacob shook his head and slapped his face. “No! I am not going down that road….I don’t need to be called crazy. Along with all of the other things people call me” Jacob said out loud. Luckily no one heard him.

            Jacob tried to reach out in the past. He went out of his way more than any of his brothers or co-workers did. Jacob tried so hard to be ‘normal’ to connect with other humans the way he was supposed to.

“WHY is this so hard?!” Jacob shouted in his room. On his way home from the park he tried again to connect. He tried talking to a person at the coffee shop, he tried talking to a guy on the bench. He even saw some people from his college and tried to talk to them. It always ended the same. Not only did he not make a connection  but most people seemed completely disinterested with his existence.

            Jacob was a young man who went to college and had a part time job. To an outsider he seemed normal like everyone else, but no one could see his struggle to connect.

            After another round of disappointment Jacob decided to play his game for a little. Just a little. He turned on his computer and booted up the game. The old familiar song and graphics came onto the screen. He felt a sigh of relief. The comfort of the game kept him going and helped heal his tired soul after a long day of ‘reality’.

            In the game, Jacob was known as Soul Shadow a high leveled Dark Elf Ranger. He played online with millions of people around the world and had more people on his friends list than he had actual friends. In the game he never had a problem connecting to people, they all had at least one thing in common, liking the game.

            In the game he had a chance to be heroic and kind, he could help people and fight evil. He wasn’t the most powerful player and he was restrained by in game rules like everyone else, but he still felt more free and powerful than he had ever felt in his real life.

As soon as Jacob signed online his closest friend Ayla messaged him. She was a girl around his age that liked many of the same things that he liked. The only problem was that she lived in another country.

Ayla: Soul! I haven’t seen you in forever. The new expansion boss didn’t scare you off, did he? ;)

Soul: No way! I just had boring life stuff to do. Don’t you worry. I just need to upgrade my armor and I will ready to party up

Ayla: Glad to hear it, the guild was asking about you. Also I missed our nightly talks.

Ayla:…I mean raids! Talking and raiding, ya know. The normal stuff…

The two of them would carry on like that for hours as they played the game. Sometimes they would do in game quests alone and sometimes they would join a party together and run through dungeons.

            As time passed Jacob started playing the game more and more. He and Ayla had grown close over the years too. When they weren’t playing the game they were talking on their video chat messaging system. Jacob didn’t know Ayla’s real name but he knew she was a real girl and a very pretty one at that. She was the first person he could connect with outside of the game, though it was because of the game that he met her in the first place.

            Life just seemed better when Jacob played the game and when he wasn’t playing he just wanted to spend his time with Ayla. Everything else was just a distraction.

            Jacob still went to work, he took classes and did homework. He maintained his life but every free moment was devoted to two loves, the game and his online crush Ayla.

Migraine

Jagged pain pounds in the base of my skull. Migraine. Such a simple word, so casual, so often heard that it barely invokes any emotion to those who do not suffer with it. Though migraines aren’t fatal that do cause suffering. It gets hard to think and hard to write when it feels as though a screw was slowly burrowing into my skull. Worming its way deeper into my head until it hits my brain.

            Headaches can be a nuisance but migraines can ruin your day. Though who deal with severe or frequent migraines know this first hand.

            I awaken feeling hung over, but I did not drink the night before. My head has a thumping pain, like a kick drum beating in my ear. The sharp pain of a knife enters my skull followed by the dull and constant pain similar to the moments after being struck on the head. I stand up on uneasy feet and fumble for the lights. I turn the light on, sharp daggers of light enter my eye and pierce through into my brain. I react quickly and shut the light off.

            After taking a moment to recover I try to move forward in the dark. My eyes start to adjust to the lack of light but my head spins and I feel dizzy and nauseous. Pain burns into the back of my head and it becomes hard to see. I feel as if I were dying, but I know I am not. I have been to the doctor so many times because of my pain. I have had so many tests done and they all point to one thing, migraines.

            I start the coffee machine and run to the bathroom. The pain has made me so dizzy it is unbearable. I vomit into the toilet. My head still hurts but I am less nauseous now. After brushing my teeth I take my pills. Pills for nausea, pills for migraine pain even muscle relaxers. I take the first two and put the third one back. I cannot afford to drug myself this early in the day.

            After my pills and a cup of coffee my migraine starts to recede. It doesn’t go away, it just becomes more tolerable. I spend my day with a dull pain in the base of my skull. I am functional but my mood doesn’t recover on days like these.

            For those who suffer know this morning routine all too well. Migraines might show up in the middle of the day or even at night, but it is always the same symptoms.

            So for now I rest. I take my pills and rest. Try to take my mind of the pain and hope tomorrow is better.

The Beast and the rain

The rage of the Beast was fierce as it always had been. Abandoned by the world and left alone in the wilderness the Beast spent its days in a dark cave hidden away from sight. Roars echoed through the stone tunnels as the Beast thrashed around his dwelling. The Beast slammed its powerful fists into a stone pillar smashing it to pieces and lashed out at the stone wall with its razor sharp claws, adding another set of marks to an already torn up wall.

The source of the rage was long forgotten and buried down into the creature’s soul. The words were lost but the gnawing pain remained. It ate at the Beast so feverously that anything could set the creature off into a frenzy.

Despite the loud roars and sound of crumbling stone, the faintest noise reached the Beast’s ear, the sound of rain. The Beast stopped terrorizing the cave walls and its eyes relaxed. Sadness washed over its face as it slowly walked toward the mouth of the cave. Its two hind legs made loud soft ‘pat pat’ noises against the stone floor.

Outside was a beautiful forest, rich green trees rising up ten feet or more from the soft soil. A winding river went through the forest like a snake adding the reflective touch of water to an already scenic landscape. This scenery was lost on the Beast most of the time. The Beast never came out of its cave during the day and it only surfaced at night to hunt. Large monsters rarely have patience to admire a tree. Day or night, when it rained, the Beast surfaced from the depths and stood in the mouth of it’s cave and it would stare at the rain.

The pouring rain added a different kind of beauty to the forest. Replacing the sparkling river waters and the illuminated green leaves with a calm cloudy sky and the gentle hush of raindrops. It was a mystery why The Beast changed its behavior when it rained, The Beast didn’t even know. It would stare puzzled up at the sky and watch rain fall from nowhere and little the landscape. The constant steady drum of raindrops hitting leaves was hypnotizing and The Beast fell into a trance.

In a daze The Beast sat down on the cold ground and put its hands over its face, its long clawed fingers stretching up over its head and its rounded snout sticking out from between its palms. As the fury and pain seemed to subside The Beast began to shrink. The horn ridges on its back slowly faded away and the thick dark gray fur began to recede back into The Beasts body. After several minutes The Beast had transformed into a man.

The Man had dark gray hair and a thin face with narrowed eyes and nose, like a wolf. He opened his eyes like he had just woken from a dream. As he looked himself over all the memories and deep buried feelings came rushing back. The questions that eluded the Beast were now all answered in the mind of the man. He knew everything that happened, why, when and how it all happened. He couldn’t stand it and began to sob. The rain poured down and drowned out the sounds of the man crying.

There was something about the rain that tied him to his humanity, a single piece that wasn’t corrupted by rage. The rain brought this out of The Beast and it would transform.. The Beast was its true form and the man was an echo of its past. A man so consumed with rage that he willingly became a beast to hide the pain away.

The day turned to night and the raining stopped. The man lay curled into a ball. He had a choice, every time it rained he had a chance to remember and to choose to stay with those memories as a human and every time he willed himself back into a Beast.

In the deep dark woods on a cloudy night a large Beast stalked the forest.

Nathan and the Haunted Forest (Part 1 of 2)

            In the land of autumn and maple lived two young men. Stephen the goat farmer and Nathan the candy maker. These two were the best of friends and enjoyed their lives in the ever-lasting beauty of the autumn forest.

            One night while Nathan was closing up his store he spotted a piece of candy on the ground. “I don’t remember dropping this” he said. He picked up the candy, unwrapped it and ate it. The flavor was magical to say the least. It was some kind of super refined maple candy and was better than anything he had ever made or tasted in his life. His eyes went wide and he looked around to see if there were anymore. It was strange because he was the only candy maker for miles, so it must have come from a traveler and dropped out of a bag.

            To Nathan’s excitement he spotted another candy. “Sweetnesss!” He cheered and pounced onto the next piece of candy with cat like agility and excitement. Normally Nathan and Stephen would tell eachother about everything, especially if it was amazing mysterious candy, but Nathan was distracted as he kept finding more pieces and ended up following a trail. If he stopped for even a moment he would have realized the candy was set up as a perfect trail that was leading him right into the haunted forest.

            This forest was dangerous to everyone and people from the autumn forest would only travel through the Haunted forest in groups and it was only one night a year, Halloween. On the other side of the Haunted forest was a joyous land were it looked like Halloween every day! The town was called Hallows end and had the biggest and best parties every year.

            It might have been October, but Halloween was a few weeks away. So the Haunted forest was dark and didn’t have any guides or lights posted through it. Nathan followed the trail of delicious candy very intently, then the candy trail ended abruptly. Nathan frowned as he chewed a mouthful of Maple candy. No longer fixated on candy, he had time to look around. He realized immediately that he had walked right into the haunted forest and the exit was nowhere in sight.

            Nathan let out a long sad sigh as he continued to eat the candy he had collected. Before Nathan could have time to ponder his fate a freezing cold wind blew through him and a large shadow moved quickly through the air. It moved like a giant bird but made the rustling sounds of a cloak in the wind. Then within a blink of an eye the Grim Reaper floated in front of Nathan. Death guided the dead to the after life and generally looked really cool with his skull face and flowing black cloak and hood.

            “Are you here you here to kill me?” Nathan asked as he winced, making a face like he was about to be punched. “No…to use your terms. It is not, how I roll” Death said, its voice was deep and echoed through the air. Every word it spoke gave Nathan chills. “I’ve never said tha-“ Nathan started to say. Death put a single bone finger up to his mouth “Shhhh-Shuh-shuh-shuh“ Death shushed. Nathan stopped talking. He didn’t think this is how an interaction with death would go.

“How do I put this, I am just waiting for you to die. It saves time to follow you around” The Grim Reaper said. “I do not want to scare anyone away or make monsters think I am guarding you, so I will disappear for now but will remain close. Just give a bone chilling scream when you’re about to die” Death said then disappeared.

Nathan walked through the Haunted forest on high alert. He wasn’t about to let anyone get the jump on him. The forest was full of black and dark gray leafless trees. They were all twisted and looked ancient. When a cold wind blew the branches would sway and creak. Leaves rustled on the ground making it sound like someone was always behind Nathan and wolves, owls and crickets called into the night.

Nathan walked and walked until his feet began to hurt. Just as he grew too tired to walk anymore he noticed a small cottage up ahead. It was brick, with wood smoke drifting gently out of the chimney and warm lighting coming from the windows. The cottage was decorated with flowers and looked like the most inviting place in the whole world. “Hot-dog! Everything is coming up Nathan!” Nathan said then ran up to the house and knocked on the door. He hoped that if there was someone living in this forest than maybe they knew a way out.

A kindly old man and woman answered the door. “Hello?” the woman said with a sweet voice. She reminded Nathan of his grandmother back home and felt more at ease the more time he spent talking to her. “Hello, I am lost in this forest. Do you know the way out of here?” Nathan asked. The elderly man nodded and smiled.

“Oh yes, my husband seems to know. But you look so tired. Why don’t you come inside and rest while my husband gives you directions” The old woman said. Nathan was skeptical and had already walked into big enough trouble. “I really…better be going” Nathan said hesitantly. The old woman noticed candy wrappers by Nathan’s feet. “Do you like maple candy? I got a whole bag down in the basement for storage!” The old woman said. Nathan’s eyes lit up. “Oh you do?! I’ve been eating this mysterious maple candy and have been trying to find its source” Nathan said with a smile as the old couple led him into the house.

“Oh well my husband does all the shopping, but I am sure he would be happy to tell you. He does so love to talk and tell his stories…” the old woman said as Nathan and the old man went inside the house. The woman gave a quick look back and forth and then went inside the house, slamming the door shut.

The next sound that could be heard was the door locking….

Autumn Moon

Far away, out into space sits a large ball of rock that floats around our planet. It is called the moon. It is not magical or mysterious, it doesn’t even produce its own light. Yet, when I hear the word moon look at the moon my mind races with scenes of fantasy.

Joseph stared up at the full moon in the night sky. It was bigger than he had ever seen it and had an orange tint to it. Joseph was mesmerized by the sight of this glowing, light orange ball floating in the black sky, surrounded by millions of sparkling lights. A cool wind blew through the neighborhood and Joseph shivered. His mother told him there was going to be an autumn moon tonight and he rushed out to see it, forgetting his jacket.

Many of Joseph’s friends wouldn’t have cared about such a thing and many adults didn’t either. They couldn’t see the magic of it, they couldn’t see the mesmerizing beauty of a full moon. Whether its silver or light orange, it invokes a sense of wonderment and mystery. Moonlight shined down and the light bounced around through the fog of the cool autumn night. It was far from Halloween, but this was the kind of feeling Halloween always gave Joseph. The feeling that maybe when the lights go out and on a full moon anything is possible. The dull traffic and bright sunlight is gone and people are home, winding down for the night or resting in their beds. The world seems quiet and beautiful for a few simple moments.

Joseph wished people could see the world as he did, that they could see how much joy simple things could bring, The cool autumn air, a rainy day, a quiet foggy night,  or even a harvest moon.

Pumpkin Coffee

It has been a while since I posted a true short story. So here it is. Autumn is here (sort of) and that always gets my creative mind flowing.
I recommend when you get to the part about Jon taking a sip of coffee, play this music. It is what I listened to when I wrote this. into the song at 3:19 it goes into this fast almost metal version. it can be jarring if you don't expect it and that is where i stopped. Just FYI. anyway, enjoy the story!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4HfzwgUbcw


   

It was the beginning of September and Jon rolled out of bed. It was the kind of morning were he didn’t even bother landing on his feet. Jon opened his eyes, let out an annoyed sigh that he was awake and then rolled his body to the edge of the bed, then let gravity take over. Jon fell to the ground in a heap of sheets and didn’t bother moving right away. He stayed there for about ten seconds before stirring.

The birds chirped happily outside and the air conditioner hummed quietly in the next room. Jon slowly got to his feet, picked his sheets off of the floor and then threw them against the wall. The sheets hit the wall and landed on the bed in a messy pile.

For the last four months it had been summer. Heat day in and day out. Jon hated it. He hated the heat and the only thing he hated more than summer, was the people who loved the summer. School and college were over and Jon had a job now. Summer meant nothing to him except scorching weather, sweating, and feeling nauseous every day he had to spend in the direct sunlight. His pale skin burned and he got heat stroke very easily. He had to wear a hat all the time and carry a water bottle. He was not made to live like this. He was made to live somewhere cloudy and cool. Where the rain refreshes your spirit and the occasional sunshine is welcomed and not scorned.

Jon ate breakfast and dressed for work. He moved sluggishly up to the door, slowly opened it, then suddenly a burst of cool air hit him. It wasn’t chilly autumn air, but it was the first relief he had in months. Jon took a deep breath in and suddenly his blood started to pump again. Instead of blood moving sluggishly through his veins, it woke right up and surged through him. delivery oxygen and all the wonderful brain chemicals that we all enjoy.

Jon smiled for the first time in months and walked happily to his car. The trees were still green, but there was a slight overcast and the air was almost too cold for his short-sleeved work shirt. He got into his car and sped off down the road. He listened to his calming “autumn mix” CD. He found that chilly weather always put him in the mood to listen to slow music. Jon drove down the road toward his work, but decided to make a stop. He pulled into the parking lot of his ‘local’ big business chain coffee shops and strode into the store with a renewed sense of purpose. The line consisted of men and women of different ages all dressed in nice work clothes with faces that fit better at a funeral than a coffee shop. Jon was the only one smiling and everyone kept their distance. Because surely anyone that’s happy is truly insane, surely. So Jon waits his turn, he looks at the board to pass the time but doesn’t bother reading it. He knows exactly what he wants, a fresh hot pumpkin coffee to kick off the season. This location would have the privilege of serving his first cup, the first of many cups.

When it was his turn, Jon walked up to the lady at the counter and said “one pumpkin coffee please” He said this with a smile as he stood tall. The woman, who looked to be in her twenties, gave a tired, vacant look as a reply. “It sucks having my favorite flavor be a seasonal one” Jon said nervously as the cashier stared at him. The girl eventually said “We don’t have pumpkin. It’s not even on the board. Who even serves…” The woman said in a condescending tone, but was interrupted when Jon slammed his hands down on the counter. “September is autumn! Don’t give me shit!” Jon said angrily then regained his senses and left. He was tired of being treated like a weirdo for ordering pumpkin drinks as soon as summer ended. If Beer were season you bet people would be even more fanatical than he was about pumpkin. Jon also knew from experience that companies put pumpkin flavors out immediately to start the season as soon as they can and make lots of money on their seasonal flavors. Jon knew it was to make money, but he didn’t care. If he got the flavor he wanted, he didn’t mind spending upwards of four bucks for a cup.

Luckily coffee shops plagued the streets and spread out like a virus, a delicious virus. Jon drove ten feet and pulled into the next coffee shop. He waited in line and ordered a coffee, his good mood had waned slightly. “one pumpkin coffee please” Jon said, sounding more like the coffee zombies behind him than he cared to. “Sure here you go, honey” Said the cashier. This cashier was a woman in her forties who knew the coffee shop front and back. She was always friendly and helpful. So much so that if they didn’t have pumpkin flavor, this woman would know when exactly they would get it. Jon might have had a crush on her for that very reason. “Bless you, you are a constant ray of light in the morning” Jon said to her. He wasn’t flirting. Jon and the Cashier knew each other because Jon always stopped in for coffee. The first coffee shop girl should have known him too, but people in their early twenties don’t know what customer service is or what it sounds like. Jon was twenty-six, but disliked working with anyone under thirty. People in Jon’s age ground and younger seemed to just do the bare minimum, which made dealing with them a chore.

Jon pushed aside his inner monologue and walked swiftly to the car with his prize in hand. “Oh the things I am going to do to you!” Jon said excitedly. The absurd statement made him laugh. The older gentleman walking passed Jon just shook his head.

Jon got into his car and took his first sip. Sweetness and spice hit his tongue and his brain lit up like a Jack-o-lantern. Little red, yellow and orange autumn leaves floated around Jon’s head as he swallowed his first sip, then put his head back and let out a long satisfied sigh. The leaves danced as if being swept around by a tiny breeze and the colors glowed faintly as the leaves moved. The world seemed perfect for a moment.

The world did not change, but Jon’s imagination took over. Through his left eye he saw the fantasy and the dreams, through his right was the reality. He drove down the street. Green trees turned gold, bushes lit up with red and orange like they were on fire. Leaves floated through the air, drifting lightly on delicate a delicate breeze. The world seemed right and the air was fresh. All at once Jon could see Halloween on the horizon, pumpkins dotted the landscape but soon transformed into Jack-o-lanterns as the night sky rose up, covering the morning sun. Jon continued to drive. He could see trick-or-treaters running along the neighborhood wearing costumes and giggling frantically as they chased each other. He saw a beautiful afternoon of thanksgiving with his family and football to watch as he fell into a turkey coma. He saw a line up of delicious food that only Fall could provide. He saw it all in front of him, ready for the best part of the year. It was all right there for the taking. It might have only been September first, but time passes quicker than people realize. Tomorrow there will be autumn leaves and the next day there will be pumpkin flavored everything, feasts, and laughing, family and cool weather. This is why Jon loved fall, this is why he loved pumpkin coffee, not just the taste but the feeling. It meant so much to him, it was insulting to think of it as only “seasonal”. Seasonal was such a sterile word, so plain. It didn’t ring out with the million images that buzzed through his mind as the caffeine surged through his veins.

Jon eventually arrived at work and the world returned to normal. The trees were green and the autumn pushed back. Jon stood by his old car, he was just a man, holding a coffee, going to work. Before Jon went into his office building he took one long swig of pumpkin coffee. Autumn was just over the horizon and Jon could see it so clearly.

New Blog

Going to be changing my site from Blogspot to tumblr. still going to post short stories every Wednesday. going to slowly start importing my old stories onto tumblr. 

I will be keeping this blog open and will be posting stories on here as well as on tumblr. So this blog is not shutting down, I am just trying to reach more people.

this blog will be just stories. the tumblr will be stories plus pictures and things that relate to my stories.

Also Sorry for the huge lack in short stories.

this hasn't been the hottest summer but it has been the most exhausting one.

new blog

http://sjmstories.tumblr.com/

 

 

 

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Memories of a Stranger - Yuri

Henry sat in the “Good Times bar”, smoke filled the room and he clutched his glass of scotch. It was a pretty quiet night at the bar. On weekends it got crowded and rowdy, but on weeknights, it was only the sad old bastards that lingered. Blues and rock style music played in the background. The music mixed with the whispered conversations from the patrons at the tables toward the back, all of this mixed together and just sounded like noise.

Henry was thirty, hardly an old bastard, well hardly old. He came to this bar every night for two reasons, his love of scotch whiskey and the information and gossip he would hear around the bar. People were always so loose with their secrets, especially on slow nights when it seems like no one is listening. Henry was an freelance investigative journalist. He would risk his neck for the top stories and sell them to the highest bidder. He made a good living off of this and found it was better than sitting at a desk all day.

Henry wore an old trench coat and a matching fedora, he had shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He always looked like he needed a shower and a shave, though he did bathe regularly and shaved occasionally…and never flossed.

On this particular night, Henry heard two old men talking. ‘old’ is so relative. So instead of using it to describe an actual number like 70, he used the term to describe appearance. For instance, Henry wasn’t old, but he seemed old. So he often referred to himself as an old bastard. So Henry was watching these two old guys and listening in on their conversation. At first it sounded like they were talking about catching fish. These men looked like they could be fishermen. Not ‘Sunday morning fishing with your son’ kind of fishermen, the real kind. The kind that go out into the ocean and catch all the fish in the ocean so the humans on land can gorge themselves on more types of food. So anyway, back to the fish. These sly old geezers who were probably not any older than sixty, talked about fish and for an hour it sounded like they were just talking about fish. But then Henry heard something interesting. The term fish used in the wrong context or in the wrong way. Henry was pretty drunk by this point but as the conversation went on, it sounded like the word ‘fish’ was code for something else and when someone says. “The fish drop is tonight” it starts to sound like someone is talking about drugs.

Henry began scribbling in his note pad that he keeps in his coat. he wanted to make sure he didn’t forget any of the details. Henry wrote as the men talked. “The fish will be at the warehouse. Someone needs to come and get it” Said one of the men. Henry scribbled furiously. The weather that night was in the fifties and it was sprinkling rain. Cool weather, but not cold enough to keep fish fresh in some warehouse. “Wouldn’t they refer to the fish as ‘them’ not ‘it’?” Henry thought. He was pretty drunk though and wondered if he was just getting suspicious for no reason.

Then something happened that no one would ever expect to happen in a million years. A girl walked into the “Good Times” bar. The door opened and shut and the customers casually turned their heads to see who it was, as they did every time someone entered. This time though, the customer’s eyes were fixed on the newcomer. “Hey how can I help y-“ The bartender started to say then saw the girl standing at the bar. “-You?”  He finished his sentence and smiled. The girl looked to be about 25 was 5’6, thin but with subtle sexy curves. She wore a short-sleeved dress shirt un-tucked, black slacks and black dress shoes. Her hair was short and styled and dyed purple. Any skin showing showed lean toned muscle. She walked in with confidence and a sense of purpose. “Scotch neat” The girl said flatly. The bartender smiled and fixed her drink. Henry looked at the girl, he was the only one at the bar who hadn’t been staring at her like an idiot this whole time. He only looked because she ordered the same thing he had been drinking. He looked and she looked back. He smiled and held up his glass to show he had the same drink. Then he went back to drinking.

Henry was trying to listen to these ‘fishermen’ talk, but they stopped because they were too busy staring at the attractive young girl in the bar. “Old perverts” Henry grumbled. He wrote down most of the information he needed already, but could have used a few more details. “Whatcha working on?” asked the girl as she said down next to Henry. “Just some notes. So I see you like scotch” Henry said, changing the subject. The girl brushed a bit of purple hair out of her eyes and smiled “Yeah, its what my dad drank and he was tough as nails. So when I was a teenager I tried it and now I’m just used to it. Its like comfort food” The girl replied. Henry laughed. It was one of those laughs that came out so unexpectedly, like it forced its way out. “Heheh, scotch sure is comfort food for me too” he said. “My names Yuri” the girl said as she reached out her hand for a shake. Henry wiped his hands on his pants to get rid of any booze or sweat then shook her hand. “Names Henry. Yuri, that’s a strange name. No offense though” Henry said

Yuri chuckled “My father was Japanese. But I grew up in America. We settled in this city when I was a kid” Yuri explained. “Poor kid, having to grow up here” Henry replied without thinking. “I mean, Im sure you lived in a fine part of…” Henry added but Yuri stopped him. “Its fine. Don’t worry about it.” She said with a smile.

            Meanwhile one of the bar patrons didn’t like how chummy Henry was getting with the new girl. He was mad because this hot young girl came into the bar and sat right down next to the biggest bum in the whole bar. “Hey, Buddy. Yer bothering the lady” Said a muscular man that looked to be in his late thirties. “I was sitting here first. She sat next to me. Maybe she is the one bothering me! I don’t see you defending my honor. Am I not pretty enough?” Henry told the guy. Yuri chuckled. Henry hadn’t even turned around in his chair to say this to the man’s face. The muscular man grabbed onto the back of Henry’s coat and tried to pull him off his barstool. Before he could though, Yuri had jumped out of her seat and slammed a fist down onto the bully’s wrist, breaking his wrist. She then moved in front of him and gave him a right and left hook to the face.

The muscular man only had a chance to grab Henries coat before he was dispatched. He laid on the ground with a broken wrist and two black eyes.

Yuri sat back down and sipped her drink. Henry was smiling ear to ear. “Your quick, I should hire you to be my bodyguard” He said. “Well I could use the money and no one seems to like you around here” Yuri replied. Henry meant it as a joke, but once he thought about it, he realized it might be a good deal. “You’re hired.” He said. Yuri gave a little cheer in Japanese. Henry smiled and then looked over at the old ‘fishermen’ by this point they had run off, Probably from all the commotion. Henry might have lost the rest of his lead, but he did gain a bodyguard. So that is almost as good. He just hoped She didn’t bring more trouble with her. Henry had as much excitement as he could take for a while.