A college student discovered a maze between this world and the next, hidden behind a bookshelf that should never have been moved. She stumbles upon a dragon like creature, it befriends her, keeping her warm and safe until she is found. The Dragon has no use of it's hind legs, sacrificed in an attempt to save it's father, a dark god from a death that proved inevitable. Time is distorted in the maze and hours on the outside pass as days inside. The girl and Dragon, starved for companionship, become odd lovers. They are content until the outside world finds them. The girl is 'rescued', the Dragon is caged.
A goddess, angry at the death of her mate, has riddled the world with disease. Humanity has no way to combat the unfamiliar plague and so is helpless as people die by the thousands. Until they discover the girl behind the bookcase, and the dragon. The girl has gained special powers and special insights from her time in the maze.
The girl offers the government any help they want, but begs for the dragon to be let go. She knows its mother will be angry and nothing good can come of keeping it in a cage. It's mother, the goddess will find it anywhere. There is no hiding. Expecting confrontation and resistance the goddess is not prepared for the girls actions when she eventually finds the underground research facility where the military has been holding her child.
The girl, who has been elevated to demigoddess status by her time in the maze, does the unthinkable to both sides and releases the Dragon without hesitation. She knows what no one else does yet, that it is dying. She offers it, its last few moments with its mother. The Dragon calls for her as well and as it fades from our existence it is under the hands of the two women it loves.
Then the battle begins.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
A Cup Half Filled
A stranger comes across a village in his travels. They are a poor people and yet he has seen samples of their exquisite pottery scattered in rich houses throughout his wanderings.In return for food and shelter the traveler teaches the inhabitant of the village to harness their Qi in the brightly coloured pots they are renowned for.
They train in secret. In the backs of drafty workshops, in stolen moments, in small groups or alone in the dead of night. Minds stilled, fluid motions gather the power in like liquid to fill their bowls where it burns like fire once captured, momentarily held, but never truly contained. The stranger teaches them to use the power as a weapon. Tea cups fill with sorrow and loss, bowls fill with anger. The stranger teaches them to make bombs from the substance of their souls. With such knowledge comes the power to rise up in resistance to the offhanded cruelty they have always endured as a people. The stranger discovers in himself the wisdom to avoid the violence he would have once advocated.
Happy children in a thriving village fill small bowls with the bright rainbows of soul colour, and then make them sing.
They train in secret. In the backs of drafty workshops, in stolen moments, in small groups or alone in the dead of night. Minds stilled, fluid motions gather the power in like liquid to fill their bowls where it burns like fire once captured, momentarily held, but never truly contained. The stranger teaches them to use the power as a weapon. Tea cups fill with sorrow and loss, bowls fill with anger. The stranger teaches them to make bombs from the substance of their souls. With such knowledge comes the power to rise up in resistance to the offhanded cruelty they have always endured as a people. The stranger discovers in himself the wisdom to avoid the violence he would have once advocated.
Happy children in a thriving village fill small bowls with the bright rainbows of soul colour, and then make them sing.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Oddities & Bits
Secreted deep underground there is chamber made of chocolate. A Council is in session, they are the ancient guardians of a priceless artifact. A chest, an alien artifact that may hold the wisdom of the ages. But the chest can only be opened by one of three foretold 'Chosen Ones'. A Robot, a human, and a chocolate elf.
A woman stops into a pet shop to admire the beautiful Violet Valentines Bunnies. She likes them better than the Velveteen Rabbits, thinking their ears softer. On her way out the door she is distracted by the 'baby doll' that is way too realistic for it's own good... or anyone elses.
Fixing the break in a phone line lets in voices from another dimension... most just want to talk. Some talk dirty, some don't have much to say for as much noise as they make. But it's the quiet ones, the open lines that you need to be worried about. That's when you've let in the ones who want to do more than talk. that's when you should shut off the TV. They're the ones who want you to see.
A woman stops into a pet shop to admire the beautiful Violet Valentines Bunnies. She likes them better than the Velveteen Rabbits, thinking their ears softer. On her way out the door she is distracted by the 'baby doll' that is way too realistic for it's own good... or anyone elses.
Fixing the break in a phone line lets in voices from another dimension... most just want to talk. Some talk dirty, some don't have much to say for as much noise as they make. But it's the quiet ones, the open lines that you need to be worried about. That's when you've let in the ones who want to do more than talk. that's when you should shut off the TV. They're the ones who want you to see.
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