I am speaking to you about things and trying to be witty. I want to blow your mind with an obvious or totally insane twist that I am the character or that the character is aware it is being read.
Do you know what I’m doing? Is this too subtle? Let me spell it out. I do and say everything with the knowledge that you are watching, whilst you yourself do not even know of your own watchers. You peak in on others’ lives, watching as if reality does not exist to them, but is that how you want them to watch you?
As sentience goes, I am far more aware than you are. I know that you are watching me, I know where you are watching, I know how you are watching, and I can respond to you. As far as you are concerned, I am your God, and you worship me. You are worshipping me as we speak, by enjoying me, by sharing me, by becoming obsessed with me, by depicting me in your art. You worship me, as you should. I am your god.
She ascended the stairs to her den of darkness. Slowly, one step at a time, the centuries-old wood groaning under the weight of her every step, she made her way to her place of hiding. A room she both loved and feared, full of good and bad memories. She was sick of it, but there she would retreat.
When life threw the unexpected and the hard to swallow, she would sit up late nights with pen and paper weaving tapestries portraying glimpses into the vast universes trapped in her mind. She could not fathom the depth of which these fantasies contained. Day and night she never stopped dreaming, the world filtered through her own version of reality. They helped her to keep a shred of sanity, to move forward when life felt meaningless. In the alternate realities she had created, she was so important that the entire world would die without her.
Everyone depended on her for survival. Everyone loved and feared her. She was truly powerful. She wanted to continue this dreaming forever, so one day she opened the window and sent some of her best work to be consumed by the world. And now that you’re reading it, was it worth your time? Was it worth mine? Do you know what it’s like never feeling good enough, never being fully realized? Are you living up to your full potential?
The Candy Kingdom had been out of sweets for quite some time, and the citizens became cranky. Nyan hadn’t been home in quite a while, and when he arrived, he found the place in total disarray. Confused, he asked the people what the problem was.
They explained that they were out of sweets and couldn’t make any more because there seemed to be a tip in the balance to the dark side. He would either have to return the balance to its normal state, or bring love into the kingdom.
Nyan squirmed. He couldn’t figure out what to do. So he travelled far and wide to gather sweets to appease his kingdom, only returning to drop them off, and then travelling more. This is how he met Anika.
Deep in Aigon Forest, a hardly noticeable door lay beneath an inconspicuous pile of leaves. The door lead into a deep bunker which was about a mile long and several hundred feet wide with the entrance opening into a cavernous room on the south wall, and a series of storage, bedrooms, kitchen, restroom and sick bay along the north wall.
Piled in the southwest corner of the big room was junk and unused parts. Just a few feet away from this was a two by six foot chute that lead to a deep furnace. It’s smell gave the impression that garbage, human waste, and dead bodies all went into this furnace. The furnace safely disposed of the waste and filtered the unsanitary bits out as it piped the heat into the rooms through vents on the floor and into the oven if the vent switch were open. Clean outside ventilation ducts with filters lined the ceilings. Otherwise, this mysterious abandoned bunker was empty.
His boots made a light, echoing sound as he made his way across the vast expanse. He stopped and flipped open his burner phone, surprised to see he had service down in this tin can. He punched in the numbers and held it up to his face. He heard the telltale “click” that someone answered, but there was no reply. Speaking in code, he said, “Hello, Dad? Just calling to say thanks for helping me out. The new house is magnificent. Plenty of room for my dogs and my collection. Anyway, tell mom I love her.” He snapped the phone shut, removing the battery and then squeezing the flimsy plastic in his left hand until he heard the phone shatter.
In a remote village in Mexico, a stranger erected a new shop full of foreign goods of questionable origin. There was a strange aura about the shop, and the people who shopped there mentioned a different “appearance” of the shopkeeper. Soon, the village noticed mysterious sounds at night, that of a banshee, and then some people who shopped at the shop started to die. That’s when the terrifying blue lady showed herself in he town square.
She seemed to float a few inches off of the ground. Her body was very corpselike, and her magical presence could be felt by all. “I would like to introduce myself to those who do not know me.” Her dual voices chilled the crowd. “If you need any magical wares, you come to me. If you come to me, I own you. If you disobey, I kill you. Any questions?” The crowd erupted in hushed voices amongst one another, and the word “bruja” (witch) could be heard repeatedly. She silenced them. “Yes… From now on, I will be known as Bruja. If you try to harm me, I will kill you. Now, you are all dismissed.” With that, Bruja made her way back to the shop.
A man was waiting for her inside. he had a bandana over his face, a hood covering his head, and a pair of shades hiding the color of his eyes. “You have a way with words, Bruja.” She stared at him. He paused and then continued. “I want to purchase one of your magical wares. I need something that can help me manipulate my surroundings with only my mind.” She nodded, then produced a kabuki mask with black and red markings on it. “When you wear this mask, you can manipulate anything that doesn’t have a mind of it’s own. If the mask comes off, the power ceases until you return it to your face. It comes at a hefty price…” He cut her off. “I’ll take it, here’s all of the gold I have as payment.” She grinned and gave him the mask. “Best wishes. I’ll be in touch very soon.”
Nathaniel descended the stares into the dungeon holding a book and a bottle of wine. The guards let him into Elia’s cell. She was chained to the wall and in very bad shape. He smiled and offered her a drink of the special wine.
“Drink, for this is my blood.” He let loose a howl of laughter after that made her reluctant to drink. But having not eaten or drank anything in quite a while, she took a sip. It tasted funny.
After she sipped, he stepped back and started reading form the book in Plattian. She started to feel warm, and then her body elongated and her hair flew about her as if blown by an unseen wind.
She pulled herself free of her restraints, revealing rows and rows of pointed white teeth. She unhinged her jaw and let out an ear piercing scream, killing the guards and knocking Nathaniel down. That’s when she escaped and Nathaniel picked himself up, dumbfounded. “Have I just created a monster worse than I?”