It was late at night, and they knew it. The curtains had come down---it was the end. The ending of an era, the start of a new phase of life. They had seen it coming three years back, but the inevitability still managed to shock them.
Inevitability. The innocence of youth, squandered in moments of fun and joy, only to be missed as time passes by fleet-footed. Many a day they had spent with each other, practising their pieces together as a unit, a whole, a band. The days were filled with laughter, each one more carefree than the last.
Yet when it was time for their final performance before graduation, it didn't really hit them till later, much later, when the curtains were long down, and the audience had long left the auditorium.
The ending of an era, the start of a new phase of life. They had seen it coming three years back, but the inevitability still managed to shock them.
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Arthur
Arthur stood there, his eyes scanning the depths of the dark forest that surrounds him, his hand holding on to his long sword, at ready. It was a duel of some sort, most definitely, but what he wasn't counting on was the general enveloping darkness that the forest provided.
``Too quiet,'' he thought to himself as he tried to figure out where his adversary might be. ``This is just too quiet -- there is no forest that is this quiet. Not by a far degree. Something is amiss.''
Arthur gribbed the hilt of his weapon and took a tentative step forward. Almost immediately, he could feel the rush of wind blowing towards him. Reacting instinctively, Arthur slashed upwards with his long sword as quickly as he could.
A shriek echoed through the forest. When his senses came back, Arthur could see no evidence of what he might have just sliced at -- there was just nothing visible, except for some dark liquid at the edge of his blade.
``Come out you fool! I know you're hurt and you're somewhere! I can sense you!''
The dark forest kept its silence. Arthur took another step forward. Nothing. He took another. At this point, his long sword started to glow in an uncanny yellow light. Only at one other time did it happen, and during that time, it was said that massive destruction had occurred all throughout Kindarvin.
Arthur heard of the legends, and suddenly he understood everything. That was no ordinary long sword he was wielding, in spite of what he was told by the blacksmith. It was the Sword of the Ancients, a legendary weapon that was said to possess the ability to cut through dimensional creatures. It was supposedly forged at a time where strange visages ebbed and flowed and could never be truly killed, till this sword came about. Once there were many, but as the millenia passed, only a scant few were left.
The yellow glow was stronger. Arthur, like all others who have heard the stories, knew that a dimensional creature was near. It was no longer a normal duel between him and another swordsman -- it was the battle of light and darkness.
With great trepidation, Arthur held his sword loosely in his hands, as he took small steps forwards. Without warning, a sudden swoop came towards him from the left side of his rear. Arthur spun around as quickly as he could and slashed the general direction with his sword.
A hideous cry of pure pain echoed throughout the forest as a burst of yellow light temporarily blinded Arthur. When his vision finally cleared, he saw that he had levelled a good amount of the forest around him, and that sunlight was shining on him from above.
Was it victory? He could not tell.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 09-Jun-2012 09:47:20)
``Too quiet,'' he thought to himself as he tried to figure out where his adversary might be. ``This is just too quiet -- there is no forest that is this quiet. Not by a far degree. Something is amiss.''
Arthur gribbed the hilt of his weapon and took a tentative step forward. Almost immediately, he could feel the rush of wind blowing towards him. Reacting instinctively, Arthur slashed upwards with his long sword as quickly as he could.
A shriek echoed through the forest. When his senses came back, Arthur could see no evidence of what he might have just sliced at -- there was just nothing visible, except for some dark liquid at the edge of his blade.
``Come out you fool! I know you're hurt and you're somewhere! I can sense you!''
The dark forest kept its silence. Arthur took another step forward. Nothing. He took another. At this point, his long sword started to glow in an uncanny yellow light. Only at one other time did it happen, and during that time, it was said that massive destruction had occurred all throughout Kindarvin.
Arthur heard of the legends, and suddenly he understood everything. That was no ordinary long sword he was wielding, in spite of what he was told by the blacksmith. It was the Sword of the Ancients, a legendary weapon that was said to possess the ability to cut through dimensional creatures. It was supposedly forged at a time where strange visages ebbed and flowed and could never be truly killed, till this sword came about. Once there were many, but as the millenia passed, only a scant few were left.
The yellow glow was stronger. Arthur, like all others who have heard the stories, knew that a dimensional creature was near. It was no longer a normal duel between him and another swordsman -- it was the battle of light and darkness.
With great trepidation, Arthur held his sword loosely in his hands, as he took small steps forwards. Without warning, a sudden swoop came towards him from the left side of his rear. Arthur spun around as quickly as he could and slashed the general direction with his sword.
A hideous cry of pure pain echoed throughout the forest as a burst of yellow light temporarily blinded Arthur. When his vision finally cleared, he saw that he had levelled a good amount of the forest around him, and that sunlight was shining on him from above.
Was it victory? He could not tell.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 09-Jun-2012 09:47:20)
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Betrayer
``But it is not as though I loved him... you know full well that it is you I love, Tom!'' Sally said in a pleading voice.
``That is not the point!'' Tom replied, trying his best to control his anger. ``You slept with him, for crying out loud! What man would allow himself to be cuckolded like this? Am I an unsatisfying lover? Do I not fulfill your fantasies? Do I not give to your pandering?''
``Tom,'' Sally said, her eyes slowly tearing up. ``Tom, dear, I love you for all your attention and care. And yes, you do satisfy me. You do role-play the way I want. But sometimes, all I need is just a hard fucking without all that softness and concern---''
`` `Just a hard fucking'?'' Tom interjected, his voice raised in pure rage. `` `Just a hard fucking'? For crissakes, you could have told me! Why must you turn to some other... man for that? Am I not your damn husband? What are you trying to imply, that I'm not man enough to give my wife `just a hard fucking' when she wants it? What kind of sick twisted logic is that?''
``Tom...''
``Don't interrupt me! Woman... you have tried my patience. I know for sure that this is not the first time you have slept with him.''
``Tom! How... how did you know?'' Sally said, her voice turning quiet, her eyes large with fear and realisation.
``Because I am a fucking attentive husband and lover! All those excursions, high-tea moments, late nights out... I trusted you Sally, I trusted you. You said that you had to work---so I respected that. Excursions and high-teas to network---I respected and accepted that. Late nights in the office working---I believed that. But what do I get in return? Your increasingly distant attitude towards me, that sparkle in your eyes each time you told me that you were heading out, that seeming sullenness whenever I asked if you had time to go for a nice meal with me. A lover sees, a lover knows.''
``Oh Tom... I really didn't mean to---''
``Sally, just stop. I don't want to hear about it any more. I trusted you, and you betrayed my trust. Just... just get out of my house, now.''
``But Tom, where can I go?''
``Go find that man whom you look for `just a hard fucking'. I'm sure he cares enough about you to take you in.''
``Tom...''
``I'm sorry, I really am. I can't bring myself to look at the woman whom I wedded and trusted with all my life to betray all that said trust without any remorse. It's obvious where we stand now. Just go...'' Tom said as he pointed towards the door, looking away from Sally.
Realising that nothing she could do at that point would change anything, Sally tearfully headed towards the apartment's exit.
Beneath his hardened exterior, Tom cried. The woman of his dreams, his adoration, his love, was now a betrayer of all that he once cared about.
``That is not the point!'' Tom replied, trying his best to control his anger. ``You slept with him, for crying out loud! What man would allow himself to be cuckolded like this? Am I an unsatisfying lover? Do I not fulfill your fantasies? Do I not give to your pandering?''
``Tom,'' Sally said, her eyes slowly tearing up. ``Tom, dear, I love you for all your attention and care. And yes, you do satisfy me. You do role-play the way I want. But sometimes, all I need is just a hard fucking without all that softness and concern---''
`` `Just a hard fucking'?'' Tom interjected, his voice raised in pure rage. `` `Just a hard fucking'? For crissakes, you could have told me! Why must you turn to some other... man for that? Am I not your damn husband? What are you trying to imply, that I'm not man enough to give my wife `just a hard fucking' when she wants it? What kind of sick twisted logic is that?''
``Tom...''
``Don't interrupt me! Woman... you have tried my patience. I know for sure that this is not the first time you have slept with him.''
``Tom! How... how did you know?'' Sally said, her voice turning quiet, her eyes large with fear and realisation.
``Because I am a fucking attentive husband and lover! All those excursions, high-tea moments, late nights out... I trusted you Sally, I trusted you. You said that you had to work---so I respected that. Excursions and high-teas to network---I respected and accepted that. Late nights in the office working---I believed that. But what do I get in return? Your increasingly distant attitude towards me, that sparkle in your eyes each time you told me that you were heading out, that seeming sullenness whenever I asked if you had time to go for a nice meal with me. A lover sees, a lover knows.''
``Oh Tom... I really didn't mean to---''
``Sally, just stop. I don't want to hear about it any more. I trusted you, and you betrayed my trust. Just... just get out of my house, now.''
``But Tom, where can I go?''
``Go find that man whom you look for `just a hard fucking'. I'm sure he cares enough about you to take you in.''
``Tom...''
``I'm sorry, I really am. I can't bring myself to look at the woman whom I wedded and trusted with all my life to betray all that said trust without any remorse. It's obvious where we stand now. Just go...'' Tom said as he pointed towards the door, looking away from Sally.
Realising that nothing she could do at that point would change anything, Sally tearfully headed towards the apartment's exit.
Beneath his hardened exterior, Tom cried. The woman of his dreams, his adoration, his love, was now a betrayer of all that he once cared about.
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