Along the Cliff - Fiction

I was too restless to wait and went to walk along the craggy cliffside. The moon was gaping at me with a translucent fixation and the balmy air was swirling around my head in golden threads. I wasn't focused on any one thought, I let the air of the sea stream around me. My hair blew delicately in the wind and the clouds that hung alongside the pale moon, seemed to mimic its route in circles.

The water was waving at me from below, swishing and whispering to me words I could not quite grasp. A part of me was at ease and yet a part of me was shown how at ease I would never, could never, be. No, I could never flow that gently and cleanly as the sea or the clouds, and I envied them as I admired them. An action may be in vain but nonetheless, it is better carried out, or felt, than repressed. So I reasoned with my envy and left it.

The ground broke under my bare feet, the grass quilted in aqua dew tickling the soles. I breathed in deeply. While I exhaled I sensed a stirring to my right. Without turning my head I strained my hearing to catch a glimmer of what was moving towards me. A moment later a shape revealed itself.

His head was pale and lips were red, it was as though they had the same aqua dew as the grass upon them. I paused my strides and tilted my head, awaiting his appearance. Barely perceptibly he strode over the moonlit grass, like a ghost in the shadow of the clouds. Barely perceptibly I held my breathe. He nodded his head at me, showing me the chestnut crown that lent clockwise.

I feigned modesty and dropped my eyes. He breathed in my affectation, as I had anticipated, and half-smiled. I mimiced his action, although mine was not sincere and his was. What is sincerity anyway, sometimes it seems to me nothing more than laziness, simpleness...I'm dreadfully envious of the sincere. I waited to let him speak, so that he would have the impression he was in control. It's very important for men to feel that they are in control. Mockingly I let them assume it when it's time, knowing all the while that once I reverse the power hierarchy for a moment the effect will be doubled.

My nature is cold, I can do nothing for it. His hand is warm as he reaches out to touch my arm. His touch is soft, like the moonlight that slides over our bodies. He is taller than me, of thin and muscular build, with an even, symmetrical face. I raise my head upwards towards the heaven so that our gaze is level, though I stand a good deal under him. The tide swishes below and the air seems to begin swirling around us. I let myself pretend it is, giving in to illusions of the senses is one of the few things left to me.

Still I don't speak- it's important that he begin. And he does, of course. A moment later a cloud slips in front of the moon, so that we are basked in a dull glow and the night carves itself away above the swishing sea...

I Woke Up and Decided Suicide - Fiction

I'm not a moody person. I woke up this morning and decided to kill myself. Now you must be thinking if a man wants to kill himself, well then he surely has a grand reason, he has thought it all through, he has reasoned his life is no longer of worth. As a matter of fact, I know perfectly well that my life is of worth and one could even, yes sir, one could even call me content. So why in the world did I wake up this morning and decide to kill myself? Yes sir, that is a great question!!

I'm 37 years old and I'm engaged to be married in two months. No I haven't told my bride yet that I'm going to be dead this afternoon - she wouldn't take it very well. I despise scenes and she would make sure to throw one - complete with hair pulling (I'm almost bald but she would grab onto the few scraps left like a tiger) and biting. What kind of person bites another person? An animalistic person. My fiance - she is a biter. As a respectable man, I have been forced to invest in especially long-sleeved shirts that go excessively over your wrists in order to hide the marks she leaves after our 'discussions.' But it's not her biting and the marks it leaves, nor the indignity of her hair pulling, that has lead me to this decision...no indeed. I'm perfectly content with her disgracing my figure.

I'm not a moody man but I am a curious one. Is that so bad? Of course not. Wait. That's a lie. I'm not curious, not about anything. I stopped being curious years ago. Last time I was curious and investigated a noise on the street, it ended with me going head on with a racoon that sprang from the trashcan like a super-racoon. I gave up curiousity for contentment. That's the problem. I'm content. So when the clock strikes midnight...here I come. I woke up this morning and content and that's why this afternoon - I'm going to kill myself.

The Wonder - A Sonnet

The Wonder

Shimmering upon a surface bubble
Emerged a face blistering like cinder
I felt inside it would cause me trouble
I could run, there was nothing to hinder...

The lips were red and the eyes transparent
The nose was noble as an eagle's beak
Before I spoke it began to lament
That it hadn't had human in a week!

My eyelids fluttered down while the face flailed
It flailed and wailed and bellowed like a god
Like only a god could while my cheeks paled
Sure to be eaten by a lake facade!

No sign of life after I slid under
Where did I go? My last thought was wonder.

Family Drama Fiction - Pumpkin Pie

'I would like everyone here to know that I am very angry. Not just angry, fed up. You don't have any right to treat me like this!' she cried howling as she began to bawl. 'You don't, you don't, ahahahah' she cried louder. For a moment there was a hush as her outbreak began, in her head I should say anyway, (for in actuality her fits were common day enough that her family went on merrily as though a bird were chirping in the center of the room,) so in her head there was this silence...and she felt herself slightly redeemed. For, she reasoned, if she could force them to be quiet for a minute, that meant they must care, right?

Her large blue velvety dress was meant to be billowy but instead hung snuggly over her rotund, apple shaped figure. The skirt ran down to her ankles, which were fashioned with real gold bracelets. Like a bird, she wanted to put out her best feathers when she dressed. Her son, when he wanted to complain about his overbearing, loud, mother, always returned to her ankle bracelets. What sort of 49 year old woman couldn't leave the home without ankle bracelets jingling?
Her husband gave himself a moment of rest before he abandoned his genial conversation and made his way over to her. She stood in the center of the room, her wavy red hair pointing in all directions.

'There there, dearest, everyone agrees with you. You are right. Your pumpkin pie is inconceivably better than Mrs. Portley's,' he said placating her.
'Oh gosh, no you are just saying that' she said as a fresh hot spray darted down her cheeks.

'No dearest, no, yours is delicious. Hers...hers tastes like she adds chalk to it or, even worse' and here his voice crept lower and he began to whisper, 'even worse, like she uses low-fat milk.'

His wife took a sharp inward breathe. The thought was nauseating!
'Really, you mean it?' she asked softly, all too ready to be feel merry now that her tears were out.

'Yes, dear...low fat!'
She sighed, wiped her eyes, and went to have another slice.

The Quagmire Twin - A Sonnet

The Quagmire Twin

The surface was boiling, resplendent
The murky ebb that would surely obscure
The harrowing glance of a malcontent
Standing on the edge of a heather moor

I was drawn in just like a pendulum
That swings now this way and swings now backwards
To each transient lease it will succumb
It dons every moment and then discards

My reflection was marred by muddy brown
The lips detached and the eyes now fallen
Wearing leaves but no hair, like a crown
It studied me back, my ebbing twin

Longing to dissolve in the quagmire
I lent close - wanting all to transpire.

Horrorgeschichte – die Amalgamfüllung Teil 2

Es schien ihm, er hatte seine Augen nur gerade geschlossen, als er plötzlich ganz wach war. Vier Augen starrten ihn an. Zwei eis- blaue, zwei graue...'aber jetzt fast...gelb...ging der Gedanke durch seinem Kopf, aber so schnell, er bemerkte es nicht selber.
'Peter, Anna... ihr seid...ihr seid...' begann er zögernd
'Weißt du Erik, du hast uns im Stich verlassen' sagte Anna.
'Im Stich gelassen' wiederholt Peter.
'Das war sehr böse Ich dachte wir waren Freunden. Aber nicht mit einem Feigling' fuhr Anna fort.
'Mit einem Feigling' wiederholt Peter.
'Wir habe etwas gesehen. Etwas wunderbares. Ich sag es dir nicht, es ist unser Geheimnis' sie sagte aufgeregt.
'Unser Geheimnis' flüsterte Peter.
'Aber ich werde dir verzeihen, wenn du mir etwas gibst. Weißt du, was ich will' sagte Anna, ihre Augen waren jetzt ganz gelb, und Erik fühlte sein Unterbiss schütteln
'Was ich willllllllll' sang Peter, seine Miene war fast selig und die Türkis Augen wurden groesser und groesser.
'Seid Ihr nicht sauer auf..auf...auf... mm--m-mich. Ich..ich...die Schrei...Angst...' flüsterte Erik atemlos.
'Shhhhhh' sagte die andere zwei zusammen.
'Mach die Augen zu' instruierte Anna. Ihr Gesicht brachte sie näher zur ihm, wo er auf dem Bett lag. Die Ecken ihres Munds begann zu grinsen, oder vielleicht zu zucken.
'Augen zu' sang Peter wieder.
Er wollte schreien aber er war gefroren. Stille. Die zwei warteten auf ihn. Seine Augen schlossen sich gegen seinen Wille. Dann war er schreiend, die Schmerz in seinem Mund zu groß Nachdem was sich wie eine Ewigkeit anfühlt, waren die Schmerzen plötzlich verschwunden. Seine Augen oeffnetten sich mühelos, und er war ganz allein mit dem Mondlicht, das durch sein offenes Fenster schien.
Sein Mund war nass und schmeckte bitter, wie Salz oder...Blut. Mit einem zitternden Finger berührte er seinen Unterbiss, und zog die Finger zum Licht. Hell rot. Was für eine Farbe, dachte er. So hell und...rot. Er hatte nie gesehen, wie schön es wirklich war. Er bemerkte langsam, nicht nur sein Mund war nass, auch seine Bluse, seine Decke...alles war dieses wunderschöne hellrot. Er dachte er waer in diese Farbe verliebt; dann er sank endlich dahin.

Horrorgeschichte – Die Amalgamfüllung Teil 1

Die Amalgamfüllung Teil 1


'Hört auf, niemand erw-w-wacht und ich fühle mich nicht w-w-wohl hier,' beklagte fluesterend ein Junge mit schwarzer Haar und einem Unterbiss, der leider nicht total ausreicht, von der Lücke zwischen seinen Zahnen abzulenken.
'B-bitte lass uns...'
'Schweig du Baby oder wir verlassen dich und du kannst hier mit den..mit den...Dingen bleiben', erwiderte ein andere mit großen funkelnden Augen, die hell Türkis im Mondlicht erscheinen Der Unterbiss wird groesser als eine der unteren Zähne auf die Lippe biss, aber kein Geräusche entwichen mehr dem Mund. Die Dritte blieb schweigend, ein Hand rastend auf der rechten Hüfte über einem hellroten Rock, der linke Fuß klopfend, und die Miene kalt. Es war als ob das Gesicht etwas teuflisches unterdrückt, dachte der mit dem Unterbiss widerwillig.
'Ich hab eine Idee' kreischt er mit erneuter Hoffnung. 'Wir laufen so schnell wie möglich gleich nach Hause, trinken w-w-warmes Milch und essen Kekse! Mein Vater bemerkt nichts, und morgen früh kommen w-w-wir zurück..'
Endlich konnte die Dritte nicht mehr warten. Die Stimme war laut, schrill, und klar. 'Wenn du nach Hause gehst, bevor Morgenlicht uns gruesst, wirst du unser Opfer sein. Ich hab es schon getrauemt. Weißt du was es bedeutet, ein Opfer zu sein?' fuhr die Stimme fort. Sie grinste teuflisch und ihre graue Augen glühten Sie fing an zu lächeln und legte den Kopf in den Nacken, fast selig.
Die Unterlippe des Ersten begann zu zittern.
'Nicht lustig! Du v-v-verarschst mich!' schrie er. Tränen glitzerten in den Ecken seiner Augen. Der zweite, der mit den turkisen Augen, schaute hin und her, bevor er entschied wem er seine permanent Allianz zusichern würde
'Haha. Wenn die Gespenster dich heute Nacht nicht töten, werden sie es jedenfalls bald tun. HAHA,' sagte der zweite lächelnd Die zwei lächelten zusammen, mit Köpfen in Nacken und Augen glühend.
Plötzlich gab es einen stöhnenden Schrei. Alle drei waren stumm, der Scherz nicht mehr so lustig. Sie schauten in allen Richtungen in der Dunkelheit.
Plötzlich stand die Dritte, Anna, auf. 'Was??? Sie wollen...ahhhha' flüsterte sie unhörbar Ihre Haar flatterte wie die Schatten der Nacht, die sie Kinder überall umgaben. Das Mädchen schaute dem mit dem Unterbiss neugierig an.
Sie saßen in einem Friedhof um 2 Uhr morgens, von Grabsteine umgegeben unter das Lichts eines vollen Monds. Drei Kumuluswolken waren zu sehen über die hügelige Landschaft. Ein Moment lang gab es keine Bewegung. Die Luft wird kalter, eisiger.
Der erste könnte seine Aufregung nicht mehr verbergen, und, ohne ein Wort zu sagen oder zu wissen warum , begann zu laufen schneller als je zuvor in seinem Leben. Die Sandalen flatterten und er macht die Knöpfe auf seinem weißen Bluse auf. Er hasste seine Sandalen, sie waren grün mit weißen Schildkröten die kreischten wie Kühe als er lief. Er hatte sie nur getragen, weil als die drei hinausschlichen, war er nicht imstande hinauf und dann die Treppe hinab zu krabbeln, bevor sie aus dem Fenster gingen.
Es gelang ihm, sein Haus zu erreichen und durch das geöffnete Fenster herauszuschauen. Plötzlich hörte er die Schrei von dem Friedhof, aber noch lauter. Seine bleiche Haut wurde Alabaster, und er machte sein Fenster schnell zu. Seufzend, entschied er ohne seine Milch und Kekse ins Bett zu liegen. Seine neue Amalgamfüllung schmerzte, fast so aufgeregt als sein rastender Herzschlag. Er dachte an den Zahnarzttisch..... Beim Gedank stöhne er und glitt gleichzeitig in Schlaf.

The Pond Speaks - The Sonnet

The Pond Speaks

'They say even great rivers shall run dry
That every night, more stars appear to fall
But bright as crystals, they really just fly
Like droplets leaping from a waterfall'

I heard the pond whisper out through crackle
'The blue planets burn white like fireflies
All is illuminate, a spectacle
Though none but my eye waits watching, descries'

On it ran! 'Clouds are mirrors of the sea
And mountains are hollows we cut through air
Gusts, like eclipses, I shoot blindingly
For without me - no other would be there

Before people die their shadow is drawn
And before they die – they're already gone.'

What the Toad Taught Me - The Sonnet

What the Toad Taught Me

'A dialogue, if held unescorted,'
Said the tongue of the toad slipping spryly
'Is like a murder never reported
The body is missing, yet hung highly.'

'Never know' said the toad, 'who you've haunted
It's better not to see such a cascade
Here you are with me, when all I wanted
Was to croak of sorrow and wade...and wade.'

'Once - “I've been shot” declared my heart sprightly'
He declared luminous a-jump midair
'I procured my revenge - as was rightly!
Though I lost my love, I do not despair'

The gold chest expanded as if to warn...
Before I could run – breathe! All was forlorn.

The Story of Hat and a Cat

One day Hat was walking along the street

He noticed a kitten under his feet

'Come with me, I'll find you something to eat

Oh no need to purr, it will be my treat'

He said to the cat, whose eyes gaped at him

At the human pursuing a strange whim

Hat lightly smiled and patted a limb

The cat arches its neck, still proper and prim

At my place there's a gross tribe of mice

Causing a ruckus, like a head of lice

I've got some milk, but if that won't suffice

You're welcome to hunt, indeed it'd be nice

The cat shook it's head and ruffled its fur

Of what Hat meant, it really was not sure

But if figured, well why not give a purr

The pot was swirling, no need for a stir

Back at home, Hat blanketed a basket

Put the cat in it, he did not ask it

The cat stared in fear, like it was a casket

But it did not need to try and mask it

Hat didn't notice, indeed he was thrilled

Thinking of the life he and cat would build

A bowl was brought and with milk it was filled

So gently he fed cat, not a drop spilled

Cat thought alright, I guess I'll take a nap

As Hat caressed it on top of his lap

A gray rat watched from out the wall's gap

Eyeing cat with more hate than a mouse trap!

And so they lived for a year...

One day Hat was gone, Cat wanted to hunt

Cat sharpened the blue nails that had grown blunt

Stuck one in the rat hole, just as a punt

Heard nothing, not even a tiny grunt

Cat was petite and crouched down through the hole

Began to burrow in just like a mole

Cat suddenly began to slide and rol1

Gave out a shriek, no one heard, not a soul

The clever ugly mice had fooled the cat

She shot through to the garbage just like that

Huffing and puffing, hating every rat

Looked up at home from away where she splat

Hat came home but Cat was no longer there

A hand ran over the head without hair

He was confused and started to dispair

Where could Cat be? Not here so anywhere!

The garbage truck had driven cat away

Now she was lost, far out in city fray

And how could she get back, what was the way?

Well that's in part two, right now I can't say

II

Poor Hat was left alone to tears of grief

Trying to figure out who was the thief

Hat was stunned, hurt and oh! in disbelief

Only finding Cat could bring him relief

At once he set out to seek and to search

Even looking thru old piers in a church

Climbing the branches of a great birch

But he found no trace for all his research

Cat meanwhile had escaped the garbage

Limped back to the city over a bridge

It's a dull story so I'll now abridge

Cat was very scared, more than just a smidge

She walked along the street, once again alone

Letting a whimper, even a moan

She sat down to ponder atop a stone

When up came a girl, to Cat yet unknown

'Are you alone, oh you poor little thing

You can come with me, I don't bite or sting'

Cat started, mesmorized, by her shiny ring

And jumped into her arms with a light spring

Cat was thinking of Hat, but where was he?

This girl could help her find him, well, maybe..

The poor cat was worried the girl could see

'I bet she belongs to a family.'

'I'm sure you belong to someone nearby

I'll help you find them, no more need to cry'

The girl made posters and hung them all high

She didn't want it to work, but she'd try

Hat as well had made Cat a flier

But no response, it was looking dire

He wouldn't give up, wouldn't retire

Whatever he did he had to find her

Cat for her part was looking all around

She recognized nothing, no sight or sound

Began to fear Hat would never be found

To live without Hat? She'd rather be drowned

One day the girl went to visit a friend

To stay the afternoon she did intend

Would she have brought Cat if she knew the end?

On the street, Cat began to comprehend

It was the same street where Hat had found her

She knew where she was, without deter

Ran as fast as she could on paw transfer

The girl followed Cat, it was all a blur

Cat scratched on Hat's door, he opened it

She jumped in his arms and his face uplit

Though he had a new cat, a tiny brit

He loved Cat much more, he had to admit

The girl agreed to take the other one

That was better than for her to have none

However this story is far from done

Not all forgive when you give show them shun...