The mediator sighed. "Gentlemen please, can't we settle this like respectable sorcerers?"
Rutgar slammed his fists against the table. "I say no! I demand satisfaction sir and I will have it."
Caywe merely smiled placidly. "Name the time and place, oh voluminous one."(more)
Before the mediator could protest, Rutgar lept up. "It doesn't matter, you'll run. You always run. I demand the fight be settled now."
Caywe raised an eyebrow. "Now?"
"Yes, no more getting away snake. I will have you split on the end of a blade of light in five-minutes time or I will be dead, so swears Rutgar!"
He threw up a sign and at the gesture a circle of light shot up around the table. Caywe was trapped. He turned to the mediator.
"Is this legitimate?"
The mediator grimaced, but he said, "Unfortunately yes. Once you agreed to mediation and the possibility of a duel, there was always a chance it could end this way."
Rutgar was already brandishing a staff in one hand and an amulet in the other, with a coin clutched between his teeth for good measure. "Awight less go, cowewed."
Caywe sighed and stood up. "Very well, the duel begins now. Agreed?"
Rutgar nodded. Then Rutgar disappeared. Caywe sat back down and put his feet on the table. The mediator was stunned.
"What just happened?"
"I won." said Caywe. "More specifically, I resolved that if I survived this fight, I would go back in time and feed his child-self to a dragon, thus saving myself the hassle of ever fighting him the first place."
"Wait," said the mediator. "I'm confused, your saying you beat him in the past? Or in some alternate timeline?"
Caye smiled. "I'm saying I beat him. The wizardly way."(less)
Stay beside me
Wild-eyed, hauling in
Every precious breath
Like the air was honey
Watch the pretty white tiles
Stain with advancing red
(more) An army of plasma amd hemoglobin
Oozing thick and hot
Over my porcelain hands
Which were cold as the tiles
Stay beside me
In this strange senseless darkness there is a small light.
Like a light under in a closed door's frame in a scary dark room, there it is for me.
(more) However, I have no control of when or how to open that door to get to the light on the other side.
I can only see the sliver of light. With no control of how to get to it. But I know it is for me. So I try to focus on it. I try so hard to focus on that light.
That small glimmer blurs from time to time. Or it becomes gray or even fades into the darkness completely. I struggle to bring it back into focus.
I go about my life. This and that and the mundane and the important. I go about my life trying to focus on that sliver of light.
Where are you now? Who are you now?
The light that I have is hope that some day you will be back. Maybe when this old world sinks into oblivion, you will not be taken away with it. My light is that hope that maybe we will walk through this tragic scene together and then you will be beside me. Maybe then you will stay?(less)
"that time you drank too much and couldn't be there and my date had a thing and couldn't come either, that was shitty."
"you seemed okay. you didn't seem like you needed me so i thought it would be okay," she said, the same half full glass of(more) beer between us.
in november, the last time i saw her saw each other, i trailed her and her friends and she snorted white life into her nose and she never said, "are you having fun?"
"Did I seem even a little bit not okay that night?"
"Not that I could tell."
"Well, you weren't exactly paying attention." I finished the beer, and knew that she wouldn't move to get another one. This was an intervention, at a bar, where i would tell my ex-good friend all of the things she already knew. she denied nothing, accepting everything, and still, she was elsewhere.
"You were making out with Jesse in the back seat and I was in the front where I could see the driver do lines on her iphone. I can't believe you thought that cokehead and I would be a good match."
"I didn't know her as well then as I do now."
"I didn't know her then either, but I saw her drive while drinking and high and I wondered how well you knew me to think that."
"I didn't know she was high."
"You didn't know a lot of things."
I was the interrogator that evening, asking impossible questions, feeling like the forever teacher noticing too much, caring too much, unafraid to voice impossible things, ready to release.
"When people judge me, I become rebellious."
"I love you, its your behavior I don't like," I said and heard myself back, not her parent, forever sounding like it. (less)
The truck had hit him going 55 miles an hour and the driver behind the wheel's blood alcohol content was so high that he didn't even flinch as he hit Mathew Walburn, the loving father of three on his way back from picking up a box of NyQuil from(more) the small market just 2 blocks down the street from his dingy apartment, where the sitter and his three lovely children were waiting for his return.
A harsh ringing in his ears is all he seemed to be able to hear as the weight on his chest increased.
Opening his eyes, feeling blood running down his face, he found he was looking into the perfect hazel green eyes of his recently passed wife who lost the battle to cancer all but 7 months ago.
"Oh, my dear how I missed you." he said with a gasp as tears commingled with the blood on his face.
"My poor man... my amazing man you are so strong." said his wife drifting her fictitious hand across his face.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you... I'm sorry the cancer won." he croaks with the weight in his chest growing.
"You did save me... Everyday I saw you playing with the kids, or every-night you stayed awake to make sure all my medication was administered. You saved me everyday."
"Now come." she says. "Your in no shape for tears." she says with a slight smile as she moves onto the concrete next to Mathew's broken body. "Find peace my love... you will be in my arms again soon and from heaven we will watch over the children."
"Dont leave me." he gasps.
"Never, I will stay beside you until the end of time my darling."
Mathew was dead before the ambulance ever arrived. (less)
He was laying there with his left arm over his head and the right arm over his chest. A flattened palm covering his heart. Body language is everything, he thought, as he recognized where his hand was resting. Cuddling the broken organ inside his chest.
(more) He casually looked over at her pillow. He hadn't moved it since she left. How long now? A month? Two? He stared at her pillow, still dented where her head would rest.
The morning light made one, long, brown strand of hair shine on the white pillow case. He wanted to reach over and grab the pillow. Smash it into his face and breath in the smell that would soon evaporate. But he didn't.
He watched that thread of hair. He dare not move the pillow. How long did he expect to leave it untouched? He didn't know. Forever? Forever is a long time. Forever was a promise of hers. He remembered the night she promised him forever love.
Now all he had of her was a hair on a perfumed ridden pillow. He felt his heart flutter. He moved his hand in a circular motion on his chest, as if her were comforting a fussy baby. It's okay, he told his heart. We still have her hair. (less)
In the darkness
Like willow branches
In a storm
Twisting and feeling
And heaving and clutching
(more) Pearl emerging from its shaft
Tongue tasting silver sweat
And eyes that did not see
Eyes that only shut
Against that blinding pleasure
Aligning only for us
How could we be
Denied by men in white collars
Who spake of fire
Than could not have been hotter
Than the way we felt then
In that moment
It did not matter if
We were both men
Or if we were both wrong
God help me
God help us
It was sacred(less)
Cancel your flights.
Cancel your plans.
Cancel your meetings.
Take a step back for once second from all of your various activities to revel in life. Even if just for a moment. Look at the person next to you. Look at the blond haired girl sitting across from you(more) as you read your Facebook in the cafe you frequently visit. If you don't like what you see initiate a change. Write the novel you have always a wanted. Go talk to the blond as she drinks her white mocha, take the trip to New Zealand and enjoy yourself. Cut out the worries and the daily drudgery you must wade through and start taking every moment in stride. It all starts with just putting down the appraisal you are working on even though its the weekend and cancelling that meeting you really don't want to go to anyway.
I sat up for the first time
in six months.
And I was aware
of the sunlight that struck my face
everyday at 12 o'clock sharp
for the first time.
(more) White sterile everything
and the odor of cleaning supplies
welcomed me back into consciousness.
I have never been more grateful
for the thick throbbing
of a headache.
I had to be alive for that,
heart beating and lungs expanding,
emotions reeling and loins yearning.
The white-capped nurse said
"You must have cancelled
your meeting with Death."
"It is to be scheduled
for another day."
"Sharon," said the voice inside the box, "Cancel today."
"I... Beg your pardon sir?" Sharon said befuddled.
"Cancel everything for today, if you would, Sharon."
(more) "Any particular reason why, Sir?" Sharon leaned back, the soft ticks of the keyboard rang past her ears. A dull noise filled the cramp room while Sharon's boss sat in silence on the other side of the wall.
"You deserve a day off." The voice said
"Oh, uh... Thank you, Sir?"
"More importantly, I deserve a day off, Sharon. Enjoy the rest of your day."(less)
How, after so much time, could all go astray? No respect and taking it to the grave. Unending spiral faith and words left in a current of flaking dreams and guised in robes of silk. I can still remember that day we first laid eyes. We talked and our(more) chemistry seemed so efficacious. And now,met with the pang of love loss. There's two ways to go from here; realize and realign, or think about your troubles and fall into wishing wells. I'll investigate both to see the most efficacious and pursue until pleased. (less)