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Sleep is to dream and that is well known, but what of the unknown dreams? What of the dreams that no one speaks on and the dreams no one knows of? What of the magic and wonder that happens and every fool is oblivious too? When an unknown dream comes true, that is magic, a special breed of magic that humans have a very rare occasion to see.
A few humans know of this magic, yet still do not see. It is special magic, as was said, a magic unknown to even the fae and other fairy folk; a mysteries magic. Such a magic that it went unseen for thousands of years, long after the fae and others had been past dead and yet forgotten. This special magic now was only left to the humans but not a single unknown dream came to be. Soon the very thought of the magic it could be wasn't even known.
But today, one will see! He will come upon something he has not yet dreamed and this unknown and unseen will become reality. His life will come to full as his dream pours from his soon to be empty head. Each bit of magic will bring forth the most wonderful of feelings and he will witness what no one has seen sense the creation of time. Then he will die.
Fate, it seems, likes to play with double sided coins and weighted dice. An unfair game to even the most cheating of players; fate always wins. Fate will take this man and his undreamed dream to be a death sentence. How dare this man see a thing that has no real image to see! He shall be punished and dragged through the realities of hell for it!
FOOL!
We are doomed for this.
Lessons are best learned the hardest of ways but sometimes such lessons need not to be known. Let your lesson be to dream of everything you can and let no dream be an unknown. Follow it through for fear that fate will punish you for finding one unseen and having it come true, regardless. Lesson learned, may the cheated objects of fates devices break their common readings and give you a fair trial. Your lesson in fair trials is for another time, however.
A few humans know of this magic, yet still do not see. It is special magic, as was said, a magic unknown to even the fae and other fairy folk; a mysteries magic. Such a magic that it went unseen for thousands of years, long after the fae and others had been past dead and yet forgotten. This special magic now was only left to the humans but not a single unknown dream came to be. Soon the very thought of the magic it could be wasn't even known.
But today, one will see! He will come upon something he has not yet dreamed and this unknown and unseen will become reality. His life will come to full as his dream pours from his soon to be empty head. Each bit of magic will bring forth the most wonderful of feelings and he will witness what no one has seen sense the creation of time. Then he will die.
Fate, it seems, likes to play with double sided coins and weighted dice. An unfair game to even the most cheating of players; fate always wins. Fate will take this man and his undreamed dream to be a death sentence. How dare this man see a thing that has no real image to see! He shall be punished and dragged through the realities of hell for it!
FOOL!
We are doomed for this.
Lessons are best learned the hardest of ways but sometimes such lessons need not to be known. Let your lesson be to dream of everything you can and let no dream be an unknown. Follow it through for fear that fate will punish you for finding one unseen and having it come true, regardless. Lesson learned, may the cheated objects of fates devices break their common readings and give you a fair trial. Your lesson in fair trials is for another time, however.
Literature
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It was a dark and stormy night.
The Earth cradled itself in blankets of black clouds, awaiting its end.
Literature
Homo homini monstrus
Bones go crunch under my feet
Whom have they all come to meet?
Dark Ones worshiped, what are they?
Symbols and embodiments
Housing that which animates
Nature unbowed and untamed.
What the Dark brings in its core
Shorthand for our inner code
Most conveniently denied
Out of idiocy or pride
Heroism we so crave
We forget from whence all came
Whither it must all return
Yet our inner self proclaims:
Fully aware without pretense
Predator thy mantle claim
Power ever has a price
Rule to serve and fight to guard.
Let the ones who lordship claimed
Serve as lessons of the game
On the world loosed plague and bane
Ravaging without a care
Therefore monster
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Unknowable
Unknowable
The darkness pressed against my corneas, diffusing across the transparent boundary into the aqueous humour, as if it were a solid object forcing its way to my retinas, obscuring my vision. The distant creaks of the old house lent a menacing atmosphere to the blackness permeating the almost silent rooms, the almost footsteps complementing the almost-forms of the dark.
As the sleep fell away from me, the looming tenebrosity receded and the house took on a less perturbing aspect. The creaks were just creaks, the shadows in the corners of the room were just the places that the dim light from the power extension cable near the bed did
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So um... I did that uh... okay. When I write I don't do giant things. Like my cartoons, I like to sorta paint a quick picture then move on. Don't think I've had a story break 3 pages.... ever.
And, yes, I do like to have my narrator(s) speak to the audience in a very direct manner. I always have liked it... although I don't normally like writing/typing in first person for such things.
Oh on a side note I do like one line in particular that made me all smuggy and proud when I typed/wrote it.
"Fate, it seems, likes to play with double sided coins and weighted dice."
Just me? *shrugs*
And, yes, I do like to have my narrator(s) speak to the audience in a very direct manner. I always have liked it... although I don't normally like writing/typing in first person for such things.
Oh on a side note I do like one line in particular that made me all smuggy and proud when I typed/wrote it.
"Fate, it seems, likes to play with double sided coins and weighted dice."
Just me? *shrugs*
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This reminds me of Hamlet a lot. Especially that one part were he talks about sleeping an dreaming no more. It also reminds me of the Fates from Greek mythology, overall it's very interesting