dance
no
I screamed as they twisted around me, searing my skin with their shaking forms as they roughly pulled my limbs this way and that. I fainted as I felt my mind sear with pain and my skull ache with pressure, as if my brain was bubbling out of my ears - and then I woke up on the stage, and stood.
I was in a huge open-sky stadium, and twisted skyscrapers rose above that broke through the black sky and created impossible shapes. I averted my eyes, for it would have pained them to look any closer. I looked back down, and saw an audience full of people. Dark things of all shapes and sizes, some of them ashen humans and some of them shadows on the wall. They all looked at me expectantly.
It was then I realized that no matter what I did, I was going to end up on a stage, dancing until I died. I felt an intense pain in my legs, and looked down to see dark shapes cutting through them like needles. I got the message, and started to move.
And I danced until I felt myself sinking into the ground beneath my feet, and I looked up to see my shadow there, standing tall.
and i'm happy.
Sunday 25 March 2012
brightness of shadows
who is nyx
he's my friend.
no
The beings quivered as they spoke, the outlines of their bright but defined bodies shaking as if with every word they were plucking themselves like a guitar string.
that was
They pulled my shadow upwards, all of their arms reaching forwards to grab him by his throat. At his heels there was a mass of flesh and bone and blood, distorted and twisted by the flickering light of the citizens of the night, the Nightlanders. As they pulsed, soft whimpers escaped the thing that hung from my shadow's heels. It looked vaguely human, and I realized that under a steady light source it would be.
From my shadow's feet hung Nicholas Sundyr, Nyx to his family and friends. Standing where Nicholas once stood was a shadow who was convinced it was him, and was soon to be corrected. Pity, revulsion and grief filled me, and I failed to keep down vomit.
no
dancers are elegant you are
disgusting.
"i'm not a dancer," I shriek at the bright figures, and turn from them.
it's okay
we
will
help.
an orderly world
My shadow took my hand, and I understood.
"nyx, i can't see you."
"I can't see you either. You're all... wrong."
i don't understand
"You will."
I walked through the door, and I saw a world of all and none. I knew that everything was wrong, but I had known that about my life before the door as well. Perhaps this was where I was meant to be all along. I stumbled through the dark but saw my shadow as a white beacon, and it clearly knew where it was going.
"Why won't you dance?" my shadow asked. I looked at Nyx oddly. "why would i?"
"...Just... because! You're a dancer, aren't you?"
"only when my mother wants me to. i don't want to."
"But you are."
but
what if i don't want to be?
What if you have no choice?
i want to think for myself
You don't know how.
why? why are you being like this?
I...
My shadow shuddered, and suddenly we were surrounded by of all sizes and shapes, united by the fact that they were all flat and bright as the sun, splayed against invisible surfaces. They were the denizens of this wonderful place, and Nyx was one of them now.
"nyx, i can't see you."
"I can't see you either. You're all... wrong."
i don't understand
"You will."
I walked through the door, and I saw a world of all and none. I knew that everything was wrong, but I had known that about my life before the door as well. Perhaps this was where I was meant to be all along. I stumbled through the dark but saw my shadow as a white beacon, and it clearly knew where it was going.
"Why won't you dance?" my shadow asked. I looked at Nyx oddly. "why would i?"
"...Just... because! You're a dancer, aren't you?"
"only when my mother wants me to. i don't want to."
"But you are."
but
what if i don't want to be?
What if you have no choice?
i want to think for myself
You don't know how.
why? why are you being like this?
I...
My shadow shuddered, and suddenly we were surrounded by of all sizes and shapes, united by the fact that they were all flat and bright as the sun, splayed against invisible surfaces. They were the denizens of this wonderful place, and Nyx was one of them now.
vampire
I escaped from my mother long enough to venture to a forest near my previous home on the other side of town. I found the ring of toadstools in the backyard that I had dreamed of.
"Felicia."
The voice again. I held my head in my hands and groaned, and when I lifted them away, the backdoor to my old house was gone. The windows, too - the entire house was featureless. Assuming that I was hallucinating from hunger or fatigue, I shook my head and went out into the street. I'd buy myself a soda or sneak a nap. But, to my growing horror, none of the buildings had any entrances, and the streets were eerily quiet.
"You just have to ask."
I looked back to my old home, and my shadow looked back to me.
"please, may i come in?"
But the entrances remained barred. My shadow vanished around the edge of the building and, lost for words, I followed. And there stood in the middle of the fairy ring an ornate wooden door.
"Felicia."
The voice again. I held my head in my hands and groaned, and when I lifted them away, the backdoor to my old house was gone. The windows, too - the entire house was featureless. Assuming that I was hallucinating from hunger or fatigue, I shook my head and went out into the street. I'd buy myself a soda or sneak a nap. But, to my growing horror, none of the buildings had any entrances, and the streets were eerily quiet.
"You just have to ask."
I looked back to my old home, and my shadow looked back to me.
"please, may i come in?"
But the entrances remained barred. My shadow vanished around the edge of the building and, lost for words, I followed. And there stood in the middle of the fairy ring an ornate wooden door.
rings and rings and rings
i made mother angry today i don't even know what i did it just happened and
and
"Felicia?"
nicholas, nyx or nyxie to his friends and family, disappeared last night in his home...
I struggled to sit up. Did I hear something? I didn't know. I didn't hear it with my ears, I heard it like you hear a song that's playing in your head or a sentence that you're trying to make sense of.
My shadow looked back at me from the wall, and I sniffed and went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning with the corpse of a dream in my head, and the more I struggled to preserve it the more it rotted away.
I remembered fungi. Circles of fungi, fairy rings where the fair folk danced.
and
"Felicia?"
nicholas, nyx or nyxie to his friends and family, disappeared last night in his home...
I struggled to sit up. Did I hear something? I didn't know. I didn't hear it with my ears, I heard it like you hear a song that's playing in your head or a sentence that you're trying to make sense of.
My shadow looked back at me from the wall, and I sniffed and went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning with the corpse of a dream in my head, and the more I struggled to preserve it the more it rotted away.
I remembered fungi. Circles of fungi, fairy rings where the fair folk danced.
newspaper clipping
"That boy with the girly name went missing. That one you saw last week."
"i know. news travels fast in schools..."
"Seems like you know a lot of things these days, huh? I swear, if you try to one-up me one more time..."
I read the newspaper that my mother had been reading. It said that Nyx had called his parents about a strange door in his house, and the call cut off just after he said he was going to go check it out. Sometimes I feel the same way, like I don't even know my own home. Sometimes it feels that nothing is real, nothing but myself and the ground below my feet. Everything else is secondary.
"i know. news travels fast in schools..."
"Seems like you know a lot of things these days, huh? I swear, if you try to one-up me one more time..."
I read the newspaper that my mother had been reading. It said that Nyx had called his parents about a strange door in his house, and the call cut off just after he said he was going to go check it out. Sometimes I feel the same way, like I don't even know my own home. Sometimes it feels that nothing is real, nothing but myself and the ground below my feet. Everything else is secondary.
phone conversation
You know how sometimes life likes to do that thing where things go really well for about ten minutes, and then things get worse than they ever were?
We saw the Lorax, and it was nice. I didn't care about the movie so much as that I was seeing it, and that I was doing it because I wanted to do it and noone could stop me. And I went home, and I stood proud. For ten minutes. How does she do it? How can someone have such a talent for breaking somebody down?
"i'm sorry, nyx, we can't do that again."
"Why not?"
"just because"
"But..."
"just shut up, alright, just shut up, i don't want this either, but... but she..."
"Is this about your mo-"
"I don't want you calling that boy again. You hear me?"
"i was just breaking it off"
"I know. You have a performance on the first, you'd better get to work. No more distractions."
come back
We saw the Lorax, and it was nice. I didn't care about the movie so much as that I was seeing it, and that I was doing it because I wanted to do it and noone could stop me. And I went home, and I stood proud. For ten minutes. How does she do it? How can someone have such a talent for breaking somebody down?
"i'm sorry, nyx, we can't do that again."
"Why not?"
"just because"
"But..."
"just shut up, alright, just shut up, i don't want this either, but... but she..."
"Is this about your mo-"
"I don't want you calling that boy again. You hear me?"
"i was just breaking it off"
"I know. You have a performance on the first, you'd better get to work. No more distractions."
come back
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