SilenceThey walked into the room and were engulfed in silence. Silence was what they wanted, what they needed, but it was still unsettling. The room was empty, save for the tables of computers that lined up in the center of the room. The lights were off, the lab unused so far today. The windows opened up to show the other wing of the building, showing but a thin sliver of a gray afternoon.
Iriel smiled wryly. She knew what was coming. She had been waiting for it, testing Colette, trying to see it the spark from two years back had been rekindled with their renewed friendship. Last Saturday had been the final test. Iriel had purposely sat right next to Colette, cross-legged on the couch, secretly scooting over until their knees touched, watching her friend's reaction.
Yes, she had been waiting for this moment. But now that it was here, she wasn't sure if she was ready.
Colette pulled a chair to the space between the doors of the room, and Iriel did the same. They sat down. The minute
The Sphinx's RiddleThe world is a dull place,
Nothing vibrant, nothing gray.
Nothing meaningful to hold you
To the end of the day.
But then you get home,
Where many things await to be worked on.
Like that rickety table with the peeling paint,
Or the relatives yet to be called upon.
The little carved Phoenix sits abandoned,
A project half-finished, rotting on the shelf.
The paint peels from its body like feathers,
Trying to capture some of the glory of its namesake's pallet.
But these small daily activities are abandoned,
As you head to that one place, that one room,
That always manages to hold your attention,
Even though it may spell your doom.
You sit and stare at the screen,
Hardly daring to breathe, much less blink,
For fear of messing up, for fear of letting yourself down.
You know that you can't come back from the brink.
Almost there, almost done, almost to your goal!
But wait, here comes a block, and just like that your dreams are banished,
Sent adrift on Charon's ferry, out of reach.
Just as you t
The Story of the BeginningAboveworld was a magical place. Full of unicorns and sparkly fairy dust that graced the land with eternal beauty and life. The hues that made up this peaceful land were of vibrant pinks and royal violets, which in any normal world would be sickening to the eyes. But this was the Aboveworld, and there was no sickness.
Aboveworld wasn't a single landmass, but many small islands that floated on top of seemingly nothing, their conical bases surrounded by rings of rainbows and fluffy white clouds that blocked Aboveworld from looking down below. No one from Aboveworld ever bothered to find out what lay below the clouds, at least not willingly. They were too entranced with dancing and feasting to wonder at the unknown. They were too busy being towers of light, color and sound to worry about what may be down there, biding its time, waiting for a chance to strike.
It was dark in the abyss below the clouds. The clouds themselves were dark too of course, but as it was almost constantly raining no
An Untamed Mind - Part TwoOctober 31st, 2000
Well, I finally did it. I graduated from the hellhole of a school and got my Ph.D. I even got a job at the Ocean's Point Institution, one of the best around the world. I had come here several times during my apprenticeship, and I quickly fell in love with its ocean front location. It's a beautiful place, especially when the sun is going down. I've only been working for one day, but I can tell I'm going to love it. There's not very many people wandering around, and those that I've encountered seem friendly. Not at all like the students at the University.
The warden here, the owner, is especially jovial. He helped me with my move over, and made sure I was comfortable in my new office. His name is Mr. Dorcha, an Irishman, and he said he was more than happy to accept my application I was one of the best in my class. I think he may have been misinformed. As far as I know, I has just scraped by. My dissertation won a lot of people over, but public speaking was never