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The Prodigal Muse

I sure want to get back on track / And I’ll do whatever it takes / Even if it kills me

- 'Even if it kills me', Motion City Soundtrack

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[N-Shots][Bipolar] Antebellum (Part 1 of 3)

June 30, 2009

In the fall,
we circle through the leaves
and talk about the little ones.
And we smile, but never say too much.
The moment always vanishing.

Present day:

He looked across the table into her eyes, those clear brown pools of wit and humor that never failed to brighten up the shittiest of days whenever he sees them looking, waiting for him to get out of the office. They were still as clear as before, but he wondered why there’s this sense of tiredness in them. Mentally *tsk*-ing, he shook off the concern that surfaced after a long slumber. It was an unwelcome yet very familiar sentiment, and he didn’t know what to do with it other than to force it back to his subconscious where it belonged.

Present day:

She once again looked into those dark eyes that she once loved looking into during rainy afternoons while curled up against one another on the couch. It was as if she was staring into this deep, dark strange well where a warm and comforting feeling never fails to seep into whoever was looking in. Some things do never change, she bemusingly thought as a small smile fought to escape her self-control. She did succeed in squashing the smile, but the smile had the last laugh by opening up a long-locked-up vault of memories.

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[N-Shots][Prometheus] The Rise of Prometheus (Part 1 of 3)

May 26, 2009

    Man, contrary to what most humans think, still share at least one primal fear with the lower animals even in this day and age of computers, materialism and the sense of absolute control over the world - the fear of fire. Over history, Man has found ways to control this source of fear and use it to do their own bidding; using it as an efficient tool for shaping the world while holding it as far away as they can, Man is painfully aware of fire’s at-best-unpredictable nature. From campfires that drove away nocturnal hunters hungry for human flesh during the the Stone Age, to the iron cannons that lobbed steel and flame over long distances during the Renaissance to the atomic bombs that leveled Hiroshima and Nagasaki, fire in its many forms forged the world in the vision of its still-wary wielder while everyone else cowered in fear. And that fear was what he was banking on.

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[The Prince] In which the Prince saves the world one person at a time (the Otaku Princess strikes!)

September 25, 2008

    (previous entry here)

    Leaves rustle, branches creak as a lithe figure stealthily moved from one tree to another. An owl hooted with indignation, spooked at the sudden passage of something, then fell dead from the branch when it saw what passed by. Well, not really dead as in biologically dead - more like dazed, blinded and KO’ed by the sheer amount of awesomeness it witnessed. In a few hours the owl will get up and will just half-remember what it saw, just like what happens to humans when they dream a particularly good dream and not-quite-forget about it in the morning.

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[One-shot] That obligatory imaginary last letter everyone should write before one dies

September 8, 2008

To my family:

No, you’re not first because you’re that special to me. Fine, blood really is thicker than water, but come on, can you really say that you know me well after a quarter of a century living together under the same roof? I can’t blame you though - this materialistic society doesn’t exactly give people much choice on what to spend time on. It would have been nice if you were around for a lot of things, but I managed. Maybe I became stronger because of that, and honestly, i believe kids should be kicked out of the house after HS to fend for themselves. That’s the reason why there’s a lot of wimps around - they don’t really get to experience hardships early enough that they won’t fuck up bigger decisions later in life.Thank you for leaving me alone to fend for myself. And no, I don’t want you in my funeral. I lived alone, I will die alone.

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[The Prince] The Neko princess revisited… of sorts

August 14, 2008

    (previous entry here)

    After making sure the blood from his wounds has stopped flowing, the Prince made his way out of his warm comfy corner to go after the Neko princess. Now, the Prince didn’t think that it was necessary to do either things, but being a Prince means he has to be considerate to others even if others are not. For one, some, if not a lot of, people can’t take real blood dripping on the floor; even the healthy smattering of trying-hard emos in the crowd the Prince has the misfortune of moving around will scream for dear mommy at first sight of the (in their words) ‘crimson river flowing out’ of the Prince. (more…)

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Ongoing series

 

  • The Prince
  • The Evolution of Grief
  • Pax
  • One-shots

Note: for new visitors - unless they're one-shots, do read back for the first entries. You're liable not to understand what the hell is happening already.

 

There are B-sides to every story

    Truth be told, I've known for a few years already how big a mistake it was when I picked one course over the other when I qualified for both of them in a certain state university. Even now I kick myself in the nuts at least once everyday for that lousy call. And the fact that it's infeasible (and rather stupid) to back out now rubs more salt to the still-sore nuts. Salted eggs anyone?

    Because of that, my Muse went on a no-shit, no-holds-barred, no-retreat-no-surrender strike. Creativity died; it even held a funeral for itself in disgust and flipped me the finger from its grave.

    But things are making its way out of the crypt. Bits and pieces of plots have been visiting me during unlikely hours - while staring at lines of code, while taking a dump and freezing my butt off in the process, in my dreams. It seems the Muse is back, albeit begrudgingly. Coincidence? Maybe not.

That mandatory disclaimer on copyright

    It's simple actually - I wrote the stuff here unless credited or attributed to others. Steal this shit and die. Plagiarize the posts here and you will suffer a slow, horrible death. You can, however, use the posts here in its unchanged form (as-is, where-is), either in excerpts or in its entirety, as long as you credit the author - i.e. me. Hot-linking is more than welcome - just put a link directing people here to make everybody happy.


    Copyright for the works of other people (may it be song lyrics, titles, tongue-in-cheek pop culture references, among others) belong to their respective owners. 

Whatever you want is fine by me

  • [The Prince] The Prince under a glass slide, looking back with jade-colored shades (380)
  • [The Prince] The Otaku princess - an introduction (303)
  • [Depression] Day 1: 0042H, 062008. The first night is the crappiest* (240)
  • [The Prince] The Neko princess - an introduction (235)
  • [Bargaining] Day 5: 0030H, 062308. (Self never) forgiven, (you’re) not forgotten* (221)
  • [The Prince] in medias res (217)

Ghostly writings on the walls

pia:

keep it up. I’m reading. :D

arc:

@christa - why welcome to my rather humble abode. yep, IMO this setup has more pros than cons, but that’s just me. i really hope the things i’ve posted made sense haha. enjoy your stay here.

Christa:

I guess having your own account here is a lot better than fanfiction.net in many ways. :) Very creative writing style, I like it.

Ancia:

reminds me of alice in wonderland.

Vera:

antiseptic is good. it’s clean alright.

arc:

i’d say antiseptic. or maybe even minimalist. welcome to my little cesspool of so-called literary efforts.

Vera:

it’s so.. white. and cold.

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