The Wind Flute

Oh well, since I haven't posted anything here in ages, and I'm stuck on drafting my novel, I decided to get started on my "Tales" stories. It's basically a few short stories that help me shape the world of one of my fantasy stories. The wind flute is the only one I have fully drafted so I'll post the beginning of the edited version here.

He stumbled over a fallen branch and fell into the muddy floor, hands first so as to protect his face and mouth from the filth of the forest grounds. He pulled himself up as quickly as he could: this was not the first time he had fallen, and his left leg was going limp. Stealing a brief look behind him, he saw thin branches and tall grass being pushed aside to make passage, and quickened his pace again: they wouldn’t give up so easily.

Oh! If only I learned to silence my heart! - He panted, forcing himself to keep on running, lest they caught up and silenced it for him.

After a few more minutes of desperate running, the young man came to a small clearing. He looked behind him, terrified, straining his ears to hear the faintest sounds of clumsy men cracking dead leaves, but no such sound came to him. In its place, a calming song played far away, the sound of a million leaves dancing in chaotic unison to the wind. Soon the thinnest trees joined in, followed hastily by the thicker ones. It didn’t take very long for the whole forest to come alive with the wind. The man smelled rain and, looking at the skies, confirmed what his nose was quicker to notice - a sudden storm was about to fall on the forest. The wind, which was quickly gaining strength, was now strong enough to make it nigh impossible to make any movement against it, and to push himself in the direction it was blowing was but all he could do to keep moving. Soon, the rain came pouring down hard, heavily forcing the lad’s tired shoulders down.

I need a cave of some sort, the man thought, now away from the clearing and back to working his way thru the thick of the forest when, pushing himself thru a man-sized bush, he found just what he sought: a small cave, as if by magic, had appeared at the other side of the bush. He simply couldn’t believe his luck. He hastily made his way into the cave.

The cave was dark, but he expected as much. The problem with dark caves was…he had no means of knowing how big it was. And if he entered a cave inside a forest,he liked to know how big it was: the bigger the cave, the bigger the creature that might be using it. But at the moment he was too exhausted to think about that. The flight from the village had cost him every ounce of his strength so, taking away all but his undergarments – which he stretched on the ground so they’d dry up a bit during the night – he made himself comfortable on the hard ground and slept.

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Pirilimpim Chapter Zero

Haha. The long awaited Pirilimpim novel is finally here. I will probably only post up to chapter three here, one chapter a week, month, year or lifetime. Want to read more? Buy the book if it's ever published. Or force me to show it to you, I bruise like a peach.

Oh yeah, I'd also like to comment that my blog has finally had it's 100th view. I'd also like to state that about 60 of those were me. Or more. Since I changed comps, I forgot to set the counter to ignore my new comp. Or maybe I didn't forget and just wanted to get more views on my blog. I can even admit this freely, considering nobody visits the blog, nobody will never know. Did I make you feel sorry for me? Mission accomplished. Now favorite my blog and check it daily!

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Chapter 0
Agatha Sharp.

“This is Agatha Sharp, live from Houndsville, where…” I began, patting down my hair to make it look great. Not that any of that showed on camera:

“AAAARRGGHHHH!!!” That was the camera-man running away.

I wouldn’t blame him: seeing a creature the size of a three-story house gobbling down a full pet-shop is something quite… unique. Still, very unprofessional if you ask me. I’ll try asking my father for a camera-man with a bit more guts the next time.

Ok, you’re probably wondering what I’m talking about. Well we, the Ponga-pongas, were being constantly attacked by an evil creature, which we called Evil Creature. Catchy name, huh? I chipped in that idea myself, knew it’d be an instant success. And so it was! Although honestly, whatever name we called it, this monster would be a huge success.

The Evil Creature gobbled up a few cages full of doggies, boo-hoo, then turned in my direction. I was on the other side of the street, watching it all. Our eyes locked. Me, looking at the creature that would make me win the Pulitzer. It, well, looking at its dessert. I loosened my arms, ready for the assault. A sudden blur of movement: It came running towards me. Well, the appropriate term would be slithering towards me, as it had no feet. In fact, the Evil Creature resembled a mix between a huge snake and a gigantic human. When it was halfway across the street, I pulled out my secret weapon from my pocket: My mini camera. I took a shot right when it opened its huge mouth, towering over me, hiding the sun. But my camera had the flash function! Down it came, and FLASH, I took an awesome picture! Then… darkness surrounded me.

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Introduction

You’re probably feeling very confused right now, and wondering what the hell Ponga-pongas are, I know I would be. I’ll bring you up to par with the situation.
On a far, far away place… to be exact, on an alternate reality altogether, there was a teeny, tiny little planet called Earthy. Earthy was such a small planet, that even Pluto – May its planetary status rest in peace – would call it a dwarf-planet.

Now, this minuscule planet was inhabited by creatures who called themselves Ponga-pongans. Now, Ponga-pongas are creatures very much like us, humans – assuming that you, reader, ARE a human too – they have two arms, two legs, two eyes, they eat the same way, their digestive process works very much like our own. They are different in some ways though. Ponga-pongas, for example, have only four fingers on each hand, four little toes on each foot, and therefore use the hexadecimal system – eight fingers, eight toes, its very common to see a Ponga-pongan sitting down to count comfortably.

It was not only the planet itself that was small. Ponga-pongas were very small creatures, some being as short as a foot tall, but usually not surpassing five inches. Another small feature related to them is their sense of morality. As you might have noticed, Agatha Sharp was not a soul worth saving. Selling, maybe. They also had another big problem, their mouths. If one would ask their neighbor for a pitch of sugar, the other would generously give it, then turn around and tell the whole street that one is in financial trouble. You’re probably thinking “Why, I know a handful of people exactly like that!” Well yes, I’m sorry to say, some humans are like that, but try imagining a whole small planet filled with that sort of people. You see, one of the Earthy’s rulers’ main problems was themselves. Another big problem on that small planet was the Evil Creature. The evil creature, named Evil Creature, as all devilish creatures do, eats people for a living, because they’re evil creatures. This terrible fiend was gigantic for Ponga-pongas: it was five foot tall, and its favorite snack, as one might have guessed by now was, naturally, the poor tiny creatures.

You’re probably wondering why that would be such a bad thing, but as you will soon learn, there are a few Ponga-pongans worth saving. Meet Pirilimpim.

(If you are desperately awaiting part one, please come back tomorrow! It won't be here, but then you'll just have to come here again the next day! And the next!
I really shouldn't have placed that darned counter at the bottom of the page...)

Bedtime

“Aahh… feels so good to finally lie down in bed!”

“You talk to yourself often?”

“Wha…? Who’s there?”

“I talk to myself too you know. It’s a good thing to do, helps me cope with the loneliness of it all.”

“Carlos? Is that you?”

“No, I’m not your boyfriend.”

“Then who are you?!”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said it.”

“Try me.”

“I’ve heard that one before…”

“No, really!”

“…”

“Oh my God! Are you a spirit?”

“Perhaps. What is a spirit to you?”

“I don’t know! A-a soul, I guess?”

“Do you have a soul?”

“What? Of course I do! I mean, I guess I do…”

“Then, are you a spirit?”

“Ok. I get your point.”

“You seem much calmer now.”

“Yeah, it’s strange, but I think I trust you.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Wait… Are you like, God or something?”

“‘God or something’? Wow, you’re very respectful.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, um… my Lord?”

“I didn’t say I was God.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, it happens quite a bit.”

“” So, if you’re not God, then what are you?”

“If I tell you, will you promise me not to be afraid?”

“OH MY GOD! You’re… you’re the devil?!”

“I liked the god theory better…”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Will you promise?”

“Umm… yes, I promise.”

“I’m here to take your soul.”

“Oh no! You’re the Reaper?”

“Well, I’d rather not be called by that name, too dark. It reminds me of my rocker years.”

“Wow, so you really are the Reaper…”

“I bet you wish I was Carlos.”

“Well, yeah…”

“…”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Wow… there are so many things I wanted to do…”

“I’m sorry. I really detest my job.”

“Say, Mr. Reaper…”

“Yes, Isadora?”

“Will it…”

“Please, don’t cry.”

“It’s pretty damn hard not to!”

“I understand.”

“Well, will it?”

“Will it what, child?”

“Hurt?”

“Will what hurt?”

“Dying…”

“It didn’t, did it?”

“What?”

“You’re already dead.”

“Oh…”

“I’m sorry.”

John's Affair II

John's Affair, Part Two

“Hey, Bella! Mind cleaning up the living room? I shouted.
“Coming, sir!” was the reply. I made myself comfortable on the couch while I waited. And then I changed positions again.
In came Bella, and my heart seemed to stop. Sweet Bella, with her cute golden hair tied up at the back of her head. That had been the wife’s idea. The hot maid uniform had also been her idea. Not that the uniform was indecent, mind you, but it fit Bella so well I could see the curves on her body.
“You seem to be in a good mood today, Bella!” I said as she cheerfully picked up the plates.
“I just love Saturdays, sir.” She beamed at me.
“And why is that?”
She looked at the floor guiltily. “On Saturdays I get to leave early, sir.”
“Wow, is it really that bad to stay around me?” I said, pretending to look hurt.
“No, that’s not it!” she said quickly.
Taking a deep breath to gather myself, I said sweetly: “You know Bella, I really like Saturdays,”
“Why is that, sir?” she asked politely.
“Well, because even if just for a couple of hours, I get to be alone with you.”
The maid, eyes wide, opened her mouth, but seemed unable to speak.
“I really fancy you, Bella.” I said unnecessarily. And then she broke out of her trance.
“No,” she said, taking a step back, “no.”
Turning quickly around, dropping the plates with a loud crash, she ran away from the room. She might have been crying.
Fuck, John! What did you do now? I cursed under my breath. What the hell were you thinking?
“Is everything OK, sir? I heard a crash.”
I spun around and saw the gardener standing at the door, clothes and face filthy with mud and grass.
“You stay out of this!” I shouted, pointing my finger at him shakily, and then I ran after the maid.

John's Affair

John's Affair, Part One:

Today was the day I would finally cheat on my wife. I had come to this decision over the past few days. Truth be told, I lived a very boring life.
Not that I had an unhappy marriage. I loved the wife, I really did. If not for her, I wouldn’t know what to do with my life.
I loved my big house too. It was roomy; it was beautiful; it was everything I ever wanted, and then some more. The wife was a pretty good decorator too, so that helped.
I loved my job too. With it I had acquired everything I wanted. Heck, as a child I would never have expected to marry my childhood sweetheart, get a great job and buy a house so big it needed 3 servants to care for.
But that wasn’t enough for me. My seemingly perfect life bored me to no end. I had no hobbies I liked. Sure, I collected wooden models. They were big, beautiful and expensive. But I didn’t care much for the darned models anymore - they looked grand when showing them to a visitor, and that was that.
I looked over at the wife. She was sprawled on the bed next to me, still asleep. She was still wearing lipstick, her mouth still slightly smudged from when I had kissed her goodnight. I had never cheated my wife before, never told her a single lie.
But that was all about to change.
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The wife and I were watching cable TV, eating our breakfast. It was Saturday, so I would be home all day. She wasn’t, though.
“I wish I could stay longer, dear.” She said. I, in turn, wished she was gone already. I had things to do.
“Then skip your Yoga class and stay here with me.”
“Now, you know I can’t do that!” she answered, pretending to look shocked. To be honest, I liked that she did her Yoga classes. I’d rather not explain why though. It was a husband and wife thing.
Finishing up the rest of her coffee, she left the house. I was glad she hadn’t kissed me good-bye. It would have made things harder.

New Year Resolution

Yeah yeah, happy new year, etc.

I guess my new year's resolution is...
(the part that has to do with this blog at least)
learn html (in process), write 2 full novels.

My sponsor (aka dad) just got me a laptop so lets see if this helps me write.