Things are rarely as they seem
A vail of decisions,
Paths and alterations,
Endless choices to choose from.
But what you can always count on
Is that it will always be there
To help you through these crossroads
What is it you might ask?
It’s something that everyone has
Appears differently to each own
There is no name to that which I speak
Only it is not an all powerful presence
As it’s bound by the earth
Realistic and pragmatic
Demanding nothing of you
But your attention
Cherish the time before time
Time when nothing was remembered
When things were out of touch
Time is neither now nor later
Time is now
Yet it isn’t
Time is graspable
It is tangible
We can understand it
Learn from it
Base our decisions on it now
For we’ve all done this before
We know the source of happiness
Endless lives we have lived
Endless paths we have taken
We remember it
If only we choose to
But the memory is faint
In the matrix of the after life
Before and after time
Through space and between dimensions
Tap into the your knowledge
And you’ll know
Myths are tales that which could never happen
About people which feats could never be
Yet we nourish these stories
It reminds us of things that are possible
When mere men ascend to godhood
Peaking the interest of the deity
And their wrath along with it.
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Time, what does it do to us?
Making us into strangers to our current selves
For the crossroads that we reach
And the decisions that we make
Is what defines us.
Are we weak?
Or are we strong?
That is what “they” want to know
“They” who creates our path
We, the subject to their whims
Pawns at their leisure
Or part of something bigger?
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Whatever be the case, we may have more control than we realise
For whoever heard of great things coming to those who’d given up?
The universe favours those who become better than they once were
Therefore, mistakes are not something that happens
But are given to us as gifts so that we may prove our metal
Show that we are deserving of the things that we have
Of things to come
Hence, we look forward to the future at our darkest time
For the future is ahead of us
Dangerous and random
Nobody is safe from the scales of fate
As the future is equal to all
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Part 2
No path is right
All is wrong
Make due with what is given,
Or become blinded by your mistakes
– Look ahead –
Stand tall in the hands of misfortune
It’s the only way to win
In the game of life
What do you write in a bio when you have no accomplishments?
Christopher is a fiction novelist who writes in the fantasy, sci-fi and horror genre.
Like anyone who tries to better themselves, you often create expectations that you can never live up to. But one of these days, the author has to overcome these feelings of inadequacy and publish one of his many unfinished stories.
The short story/novelette/novel “Colony Sane” will be his moment of truth, for the iterations of his story has been many. Once a short story, now a novelette, and (maybe) in the future, a novel. Reworked and edited until the original idea almost bare no resemblance to the new.
When this story is done, work on the “Book of Legacy” series will resume and the great magnum opus of the author will be presented to the world.
If you want to know more, the Book of Legacy series is heavily inspired by Lord of the Rings Trilogy in terms of a group of people journeying through the land to end all evil. But instead of sticking to this fantasy trope, the main character has to question if the world is in danger at all. In doing so, he has to question the purpose of his journey and ask why he braves the world’s many dangers and risks the lives of his friends, if not, for no other reason, than to satisfy his own curiosity.
Are you a conscious writer? Who planes out every word, every action and every dialogue before you start writing your story? I cannot do this. To lose the exploratory aspect of writing and surprise myself along the way.
But how can that be? How can one write without thinking? What force is it that makes us write and do something without thinking of what we are doing?
Don’t get me wrong, when the decision has already been made or the first draft has already been written, then it is time to consult your brain. But even then, only to a certain extent…
Whenever we do anything, whenever we carefully consider the implications of our actions and try to find the most efficient and logical solution to a problem, we hesitate. Because we know that it is entirely possible that the decision you are about to make will bring the worst possible outcome when unforeseen circumstances are at play. Simply put, you hesitate when you think, you start to doubt your actions and your own words.
But then there is this other force that does things for you without having to think about it. But the question is: can you trust it? Is our first instinct always right?
I would say yes; unless you have mental issues that is. If so, please, for the love of god, do the opposite of what you’re thinking!
… In any case, I, and many people call this the gut feeling, to trust your stomach rather than your brain. For in your brain, you harbour doubt, and there is no doubt in your stomach because it cannot comprehend such a concept. And if you allow it to guide you, it will make sure that you always make the right decision, always writes the most perfect “concept” of a sentence.
I say “concept of a sentence” because, like it or not, you will always need the brain to steer your fingers and your brain will never fully comprehend the powers of the gut, at least not right away. Hence, it will take many tries before you can fully express the idea that came to you, especially if you want others to share in your awesomeness.
I highly recommend that you read this article by Charlotte Seager if you want to learn more about conscious and sub-conscious writing.
Also, if you want to learn my thoughts about the most important ingredient in short stories, please read my article here
Poetry Wednesday
A story long forgotten
Never read
Never understood
Where do the readers hide?
Those that would make the story whole
Validates its content
Validates its creator
And the message it tries to convey
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Like a fungus,
a story needs a narrative connected
Brought together by the minds and fantasies of the reader
Existing not only on paper
But at a conscious level as well
Beyond the words of its creator
Beyond the language of the written word
And into the matrix that we call
The universe
Read the entire series here: Confidence Lost
Every night they haunted me
Stories that didn’t exist
Stories that I refused to make
That was trapped inside my mind
Only at night did their powers awaken
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With control over my body,
they made me walk the night
Scream the night
Never giving me rest
Only when I finally wrote them into existence
Sealing them in ink and paper
Did they vanish from my dreams
Giving space for new ones
New stories to be made
With all my great capacity to imagine and convey the fantastic; why can’t I imagine someone sitting next to me? What she would be like; what she would look like?
Am I incapable of seeing another person in my life? Or perhaps that person doesn’t simply exist; the one to make me whole, the one to support me and always be by my side?
I’m destined to be alone for I’m an egoist. Not capable of love. Not capable of showing affection. Only when I change will that person materialize before me. Only then will I meet her, the one, the one destined for one another.
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