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Risk

 

 

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He sat there, rolling over and over in his mind what he was about to do. Would it be worth it? Was he making a mistake? Was he ready to do something like this?

The lights changed and he knew it was time. He stood up; surrounded by sheep trotting along in carefree aimlessness, he was determined and resolved. 

He waited. He boarded his vessel and the warm, long arduous wait began. For what seemed like an eternity he waited still, until finally he was released from his bondage and forced into a new land, into what he had both longed for, for so many months, yet feared at the same time. It was he who wandered now, lost and confused he passed through many different places, looking for what he knew would relieve the stress of his endeavour.

He walked on, thinking of the times passed, his anticipation growing with each thought. His pace quickened, his senses heightened. He composed himself. It was time. Time to see if this was worth it.

He came to a halt. The first barrier approached. The gatekeeper looked at him with accusing eyes, yet he stood firm in his resolve, and grudgingly he was let through into the kingdom beyond.

Shock. Disappointment. Fear. Regret

He stood silently, searching. He could not see his salvation. He could not see his saviour.

 

Panic.

 

He rushed around now, searching through a complex he had no knowledge of. With each step his heart quickened, what had been anticipation mere moments ago was now fear. 

 He looked at the signs, he worried frantically if he had made a fatal error.  Yet here was hope. A man sat there, non-chalant as if time itself was no issue for him. 

He pleaded with the man and was rewarded. He found his direction. A new conviction. 

He couldn’t have made a mistake, could he?

His pace quickened, his heart beat faster with anticipation, his salvation was in sight. 

Yet still, he was not there.

A guardian blocked his path, he quickly found ways to move around it, to close the final gap.

There she was.

His salvation.

She ran to him, they came together like two halves of a whole. One heart beat together and he felt euphoria rush through them, he knew know that he was no longer himself. No longer alone. But finally he was with his love.

Finally they were one.

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The Atheist

A blue plain, a black mountain up ahead; he stopped, looked, listened. Intently he changed direction, broken by the weight of thoughts. Stopping, he looked around, the colours in the sky changed again. Anger overwhelmed him. For what did this God have for him?

He looked around, his brethren sat silently, paying no mind to changes overhead. His eyes darkened as he saw yet another structure placed about the ground miles away. God did not do that, they said. But from the whence the light came such structures continued to fall, for this was a new world they said, unhindered by the troubles of their own.

Thump, thump, thump.

He gazed upwards, the figure in the sky seemed to be moving, laying itself out against the white sky. Suddenly, darkness. 

If God exists, why does he allow the floods that wipe out his kin? The disasters of the flesh? Why does it sometimes stay dark, for years? 

Suddenly, the figure reappeared, he found himself being pulled up toward it, he saw a face unlike anything he had ever seen before. 

He asked it the question.

It smiled and he burst into flame.

It smiled.

 

He closed his eyes.

Is this it? Is it just a that? Is that all there is?

Landesverrat

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As he slipped back into conciousness he felt the slick, wet of his head. Tasting metal in his mouth he began to stir, turning over onto his side to prepare for the coming hardship of finding solid footing on the cold, bloody ground. ‘Bastards’, ‘Nothing but lousy good for nothing cunts’ he cursed quietly, staggering up onto his feet. Bleary eyed and dazed he took a moment to adjust to his surroundings: The walls were dark – much like everything else in the alley – and the only source of light seemed to be protuding from a worn out, candle-lit lantern hanging idly from someone’s balcony. Sighing, Malaky begin to dazily walk down the narrow path, using the tight walling for support he emerged out into the glaze of the firepits lighting the main causeway.

‘Oi, Schottlander!’ A deep voice drenched in all the tells of a rough rhinelandic accent, called from outside a small inn to his left. ‘ Where the fuck did you go too? And what the hell happened to your fucking face, looks a lot worse than usual, and that’s fuckin’ hard am I right?’

‘Oh nothing, just a couple of fuckin’ Gearmáinis like yerself decided to have a do at me and leave me for dead, no big deal ken?’
The air grew silent as the man digested what had just be said.
Angrily, Malaky looked intently at the man, sizing him up. The Deuscthlander returned the gaze and the air grew much more noticably tense. Onlookers began to stop and stare as the two approached each other, the wet ground crunching loudly beneath their feet.

‘Haha ya cunt! Wit do you think ye were dain tellin’ me to call the Karl a fuckin’ kiddy fiddler in yer ain tongue? Ye ken I dinnae speak that shite well!’
The Deustchlander, Josef laughed at what seemed to the rather puzzeled onlookers, to be nothing short of further insult to the Bavarian kingdom and it’s people – at least more so than the foreigner seemed to have already inflicted – Yet, their utter amazement was furthered as both drunken men embraced happily, before making their way back into the inn, with the Deustchlander laughing hysterically at the wounds on Malaky’s face and the tears to his clothing he had acquired.

As they disappeared through the arched doorway, a slight figure emerged from the alley of which Malaky had awoken, in one hand, a small candle-lit lantern and in the other a musket bearing the arms of Hapsburg on it’s sides. The figure watched the continued exchange blank faced & stony eyed before into the inn with a glint of evil in his dark eyes.

The Roman


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‘ The Roman’

 

 

Wind. Sun. Sky.

He stares silently, unopposed at the ruin that confronts him; his eyes pass slowly over the broken letters embedded in what was once the center of someone’s life. With painful hesitation, he turns to the track behind him.

The snake moved slowly, slithering down the road. Poisonous fumes emitted from it’s nostrils, filling the air with sulphur and the smell of blood.

Ignoring it, he turns back to the ruin. Gently he reaches out – carefully as not to disrupt the creature’s who lived within – he slowly touches the letters, feeling their power and it’s seductive lure.

The Sun, which had been merely flirting with the notion of defeat, shined slowly onto the letters as it made it’s descent. As the words illuminated, he thought again: Wind. Sky. Sun.

He looked up at the mosaic above him, then to the leaves slowly moving in the evening breeze.

Wind. Sky. Sun.

The screams of those behind him increased as the snake slowly began to draw to a halt. Ex-purging it’s organs across the road, they piled out. Again the wailing, the crying intensified.

He turns, facing his left.

A small animal, crushed against the weight of the snake, broken, yet strangely serene against the failing light, stirred slowly. As it’s whimpers escaped, the wailing around it too got louder. Disgusted, he turns back to the ruins, and slowly walks off. To his left he notices the animal crawl back slowly into the ruins.

The snake, seemingly undisturbed, regurgitated it’s organs, and slowly made it’s way down the track.

As he watched it go, again the light illuminated the writing on the ruins. Below it lay the animal…morbidly resting against the light of the ever ailing Sun.

With careful dignity the animal rested itself, it’s last life breathed out along with the pollen on the wind, seemingly escaping from some sort of cage, the spirit left it’s slumped body.

He smiles.

The Sun, illuminated the scenery around him and feeling the wind in his hair, whilst the smooth summer air breathed life into him. The sky darkened and the words became visible only for a second, as the piercing gaze of the Sun travelled over them once more.

Defiantly, he thought silently once again, staring at the message on the ruins:
Wind. Sky. Sun. Life. Death. Peace.’

Once more he began to smile, misanthropy evaporating from his very inner self.

With this the man slowly walked back and sat against a the rigid spine of an ageing tree. Inhaling the pure air and casting his haze leisurely over the ruin once more.

As the air grew colder, his weary eyes began to shut – only glimpsing once more the words  illuminated by the July moon. He smiled weak smirk and inhaled a deep, but very long breathe.

The thought of those words echoed in his failing mind as he  sank slowly into emptiness :

‘Memento mori’


“Remember thou art mortal.”