The Bridgekeeper sat and waited, his feet pulled up under him, a blanket draped over his knees to help ward off the chilly mountain air. Across his lap lay a long knobbly staff, upon which he rested his wrinkled knuckles, the palms of his hands turned up as if in supplication. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, and his aged heart beat almost coyly in his chest, his pulse inconceivably slow.
The pose was one he’d adopted for decades, identical to that of his predecessor, and each that had come before. The groove he nestled into, the concave bowl of smooth rock, was testament to the diligent service of his kind, the scraping rob
The forest teemed with movement. A hundred trees dipped and bobbed in the breeze, their leaf-heavy branches whistling and sighing as they swayed, the sun blazing through their canopy. A thousand mushrooms shone with morning dew, their caps glimmering like baubles on a Christmas tree. A carpet of ferns, grasses, and mosses, their numbers abundant beyond count, spread out across the forest floor, blanketing it in shades of green, yellow, and brown. Throughout the scene, an army of tiny, insectoid workers scurried to and fro, pollinating, feeding, and generally supporting the ecosystem.
AdminBot GN24NIV, referred to simply as ‘Adam’
The wind crept through the trees, its gentle caress flustering the snow as it tumbled from the sky, the branches and limbs of the forest creaking and swaying in the cool night air. Hanging on the wind, clinging to its wings, the sounds of the festival seeped out over the forest; the chatter of the crowds, the bark of the vendors, the rhythmic thump of the drums.
Taki paused, one hand steady against a tree trunk as he listened, rotating slowly on the spot as he tried to home in on the noise. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking, how far he’d wandered into the woods, but he seemed to be deep enough that pinpointing the h
That Which We Do Not Understand by Dakoa, literature
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That Which We Do Not Understand
The glow could be seen for miles. During daylight hours, under the sun’s harsh glare, you could almost pretend it wasn’t there, but when the light slipped from the sky, and darkness descended, the forest glimmered for all to see; one half a dull and burning red, the other a cool and chilling blue. The woods themselves were eerily calm, the typical sounds of wildlife noticeably absent from its depths, and barring the occasional shift and sway of leaves in the wind, the forest was hauntingly still.
The locals had declared it an ill-omen long ago, and none would venture in. It was unnatural, an abomination, an unwholesome blight upo
I can’t remember the last time I slept. A few minutes here or there, a jerk of my head, and that’s it. I’m back on my feet, I’m running again.
It’s the sound. That’s what comes first, that’s what I hear, that’s what sends shivers down my spine, that’s what pushes me to my feet. That awful, scraping sound. Like branches scratching along a car door, clacking incessantly, striving to get in. I stand in a hurry, my heart racing, and I run.
I used to be happy. I didn’t appreciate it at the time; I bitched and moaned about the little things, complaining when people talked at the cinema,
The ash would take him soon.
He knew this in the same way that a fish knows to swim or a plant knows to stretch toward the light. It was inescapable. An inevitability, that would come to pass as surely as the sun’s transition across the sky.
The scent of burnt flesh filled his nostrils, the taste of grilled meat overwhelmed his mouth, and the heat was all-consuming. He could feel little else anymore, the assault of the fire upon his senses overriding with ease the otherwise comparatively trivial stimuli of his typical surroundings. Above it all however, he felt her; the Lady of the Flame.
She lingered at his back, a presence just at
‘Immortality can be a real drag’.
That was the thought which bounced around her head more than any other. She became truly aware of it around 500 AD, though it had likely made brief appearances prior. Since then, it had grown and expanded, until not a day went by when it didn’t grace her consciousness. Most days in fact, it dominated.
Humans had no idea how fortunate they were, with their lifespan in the mere decades. She watched as they reached for a century, scurried to sustain themselves beyond, and she shook her head. A low life expectancy was a gift, not a curse. Humans however, were never satisfied. They always wante
Love is a mysterious thing; an undefinable, unquantifiable enigma, that could parade in plain sight and yet remain as elusive and unfathomable as the deepest of life’s unanswerable questions.
Or at least, that’s how it felt to her.
It seemed like all around her people were pairing off. Strangers reached out a hand and clasped one another, a connection made. Acquaintances altered their course, diverting so as to intercept and intermingle. The hugs of friends softened and slowed, feelings intensifying, intertwining limbs lingering tenderly…
Yet she remained an island.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her, if there
Her bicycle bounced and jumped as it traversed the bumpy and uneven surface of the dirt road, her feet walking calmly alongside it. When she was a little girl, she’d loved to ride her bike along the bumpy path, bobbing and jiggling on her seat with the jolts and jumps of the track. She used to laugh, her voice exploding out of her, causing further delight as it undulated and shook with the road. Now, she simply walked. The surface of the dirt track had deteriorated since she was a girl, and with no one to repair it the jolts and jumps had grown to the point where she was worried that over time they would shake her bike apart, or cause d