My sword split with a thousand colors and hues. A gaping line appeared at its middle point, then widened, and the former surface shattered. A glorious blade appeared from within, cackling with energy. I grasped it with trembling fingers, then steadied.

I handled it eagerly, swinging it toward the black floor beneath me. The impact was great: the tiles broke apart at first contact, and a fiery flame lit the length of the blade. A pure weapon of destruction. It danced with warmth, for it was forged in the light. It would only serve me when I destroyed the evilest of the shadows. Yet it would obey me to the end of all eternity, I knew.

I approached my enemy warily and kissed the helm of her cloak. We linked swords, and brilliance jarred through the metal, penetrating and illuminating the night. A billion stars flickered, falling from the sky and swirling around us, creating their own dance.

She pointed the tip of her weapon on my forehead, and when steel and flesh should have met, infinite power and might embraced. Lightning swept through the air, and touched me in an iron grip. My rival began her blessing.

“Be a light in the universe.

Yield your power when there is none.

Remember your strengths and heed your weaknesses.

Be a forever burning beacon of goodness.

Rule one with humanity.

Reign with strength.”

The stars swept among our spirits, whisking away all feeling, taking a part of me to shine in the galaxy. My rival struck with the hilt of her sword, the concluding rite of my ceremony. The stars marred the canvas of the night one last time, then faded into the shadows. She too melted from this living world, scattering but a chink of herself to forever embed into my memory. It was silent for a long time.

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A perpetual twilight ruled the atmosphere mercilessly, tentatively linking the evening to day for eons to come. Nothing stirred but I, who was on my quest to discover my rival and ally, who fled this earth many years ago.

I roamed this world, alone, utterly alienated. In my darkest days I retreated to the very core of my existence, refusing to feel any longer. Walking within the spanning bridges and corridors of my barely conscious mind, I grasped ancient secrets built inside the center, so old they were a part of the youthful universe itself, interwoven among the deceitful architecture. They were given to me when I joined this realm as a god, so I may keep them until the very end of the eldest celestial bodies, when the last suns shed their final radiance. It froze me with the density of the massive volumes of knowledge, crushing me when I attempted to pry open the smallest memories. Kept, not read. It was to be buried there till the closing of all times.

The absolute void of insanity penetrated through every hallway, and I was faced with the unloving truth that even the secrets of the universe could not hide me from its hold. That was why I set out to find my enemy, to seek out the only thing to tether me to this still world.

When I rose from my slumber, I was weak. If I was to lose the will to stay a god, I would cease to exist. My body had nearly evaporated, leaving only a ghoulish cloud of vapor to act as the mesh barricade of my fragile mind. It took me a long time to reform into a sustainable life force. When it did, I began my journey.

I stared chillingly into the hostile eyes of my enemy. “You cannot have a duel unless the authority challenges you,” she breathed.

“I am the authority,” I declared, and clashed my sword against hers.

“No. I am the authority. I am a god, you are a mere human.”

I heaved for breath, and then answered, “I am a god too. And I am superior over you.”

She swung her weapon away from mine, and pointed it at my face. “Lies. You are a human, and because of your foolishness, you are no longer eligible to cease being one.” She jabbed her hilt with threat, her eyes cold and full of power. “I can chain you to the very core of this earth. I can turn you to a creature that only breathes pure shadows, which shall terrorize all. And I will be your slayer.”

I brandished my blade next to hers, taking life from the steel clang. I paused, then answered, “Yet when you kill me, I shall be born again, sprung from your ashes. I will reincarnate to be your worst rival, and will seep into your mind, and steal the secret that hitters you to this life. I will use it to destroy you.”

She faced me, burning with anger and rage. “I will knock you to the ground with my chariot. I will commend you to walk forever on this world. Your soul will wither in agony; your blood will dry to ashes.”

“I may crawl after you, but when you slaughter me, when you believe your greatest enemy has fallen, I’ll rise again,” I spoke, my words full of competent. “Your greatest flaw will in the end, destroy you. And I, who was biding her time to strike when you were the weakest, will dissemble your thrown beneath you. Then I shall rule.”

She turned slowly to look at me, her gaze echoing the smallest fragments of her full power, vibrating around me. Yet I did not hesitate and struck a blow with my blade. “Fight me,” I said with longing. “Fight me, and truly show me you are a god.”

She deflected my lunge with one clear movement, my sword clattering to the ebony floor. I stared with a look of sheer horror.

“I have answered your challenge, and you lost the duel. You cannot fight a god.” My rival circled around me, picking up my sword. “You squandered your symbol of power. Do you deny this?”

“No.”

She threw me my blade, as though it was not worthy of her touch. I gazed enviously at her fearsome weapon, gleaming in the black night. “We shall meet again.”

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“Do you promise to withhold your leadership free of darkness?”  

I hesitated. This was the last part of the oath to make me a god. Yet I was freer as a human.

I looked at the ice–fringed sky, revealing billions of glittering stars. My ancestors. Should I die like them? No. Then I would take the code to be immortal, to rule every meaningless thing in this vast galaxy. I would make them proud.

“I do.”

A high-voltage shock seared through my body, every inch of flesh. And indescribable pain raged through my mind, an endless fire, leaving ice wherever it touched.

“Behold. The next ruler of the universe.” My enemy stepped back, gazing at me as if attempting to understand if she made the correct decision. To break her word and make me immortal, and rule as a joint leader with me.

I was not longer human. I was all-powerful. I was a god.

I lug my schoolbag across the parking lot,

Where giant oak trees tower over the quiet cars and give off dappling shadows

And the grass has grown waist-high and wild

And barbed plants poke through the soil

And there’s that nice green smell of things growing

And little seedlings have pushed themselves through the old gray bricks

And pigeons fly overhead like dark shadows

And a blackbird bathes himself in a rain-water filled rut in the street

And little brown songbirds give off bright happy chirps

And I noticed a silver, long-tailed species in some bushes that are rare in these parts, but sing beautifully

And pines and trees swirl in the air.

Then I realize I will miss walking home from school,

Ever since I decided to go to a different high school in the urban city.

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“Bark, bark!” goes the little dog.

The big dog fears the bear.

The wind blows continuously,

But it comes from where?

She said my life was boring, because I read books. What does she do? Watch television, go on the computer, gossip. Well, my life is interesting because when I read books, I got into other people’s lives and become their adventures. That’s why.

She plucked the bunch of four cherry blossoms from the pink tree. She said it would be of use to me later on. Then she disappeared.

I inspected the flowers, which looked like roses. They had almost no scent. Did they have pollen that was magical? Would the blossoms never die? I put it aside on the granite table, and looked at it the next morning. The flowers had dried up and become flat, like put underneath a flat weight. The day after that they had shrunk to one-third of its size. The preceding morning I noticed a brownish tinge had blemished its resolute hue. The stems were as stiff and inflexible as twigs. I sniffed them. Now it had a scent, a strong one of herbal tea. The ideal fragrance for a perfume.

The girls kept on demanding me to do something with my hair: straighten it, shorten it, dye it,  get bangs. So I came to school the next day with curly hair, something that my mother loves. But they didn’t even notice.

Children judge other children based on their ability to socialize, or appearance. There are other things to measure worth: intelligence, compassion, talent, strength.

I flipped through the magazine, and eye-shocking advertisements of models with intense makeup demanded me to look. Too fake, too phony. Do you really expect me to believe that that lipstick, that shampoo, that mascara, that dress will make me as gorgeous as the woman plus with my entire hair and face done with complete other products?

But one girl really caught my eye. She was a photo to commercialize Avon, but that wasn’t the point. She was my idea of beautiful. She had pale but smooth skin and messy dark blond hair with a careless fringe of this-way-and-that strands hanging in her eyes. And those eyes. They shimmered like a deep and haunting ocean and sparkled like the sea sparkles when the sun is directly ahead and makes it seem like there’s a thousand diamonds bobbing in and out of the waves. The irises glitter, making an impact on you. The faint eye shadow blends into the real blue fire. She had seemingly no makeup until you noticed the pale lipstick.

She has that ageless glamour: glanced at far away, she appears to be thirty or forty. Close, and she’s sixteen. Her personality seems shy and she doesn’t do much with her hair and makeup like she’s trying to draw no attention to herself. Like the woman doesn’t want anyone to notice her. Well, she’s got my attention. All that lipstick and blush of the other models is too loud, too artificial. Her looks are quiet and real. Like me.

This is an epic made of mythology, which was inspired by a dream I had about a warrior woman named Antarcticus, a tower, and a king. Jadefireeyes

Once a king constructed a tower to the stars, and he decided to resurrect Antarcticus. No one knows what she is, or how she was born, but the force of her birth caused Pangaea to arise out of ocean water. Millions of years later, she slew the dinosaurs and other monsters unknown to the human imagination. But her greatest fiend was Erescedence, the mother of all beasts. Erescedence was enraged that Antarcticus was killing all her immortal children, so she trapped her in Polaris, the North Star for all eternity.

Antarcticus was a legend to all beings. When she fought monsters, she was a terrible monster herself, and killed them with tooth and claw. She was an earthly child, and that made her strong. Erescedence, however had the essence of something else. She had star dust in her spine and the night in her jaw, and scaly skin too radiant for mortals to look at. Her name became the basis of a word we use: iridescent. When humans became numerous on this world, they sheltered inside caves for fear of venturing outside where they would disappear into her gaping maw. At this time Antarcticus had taken the form of an intelligent woman with spears and other weapons, and this gave them inspiration to make tools of their own. They called her “Warrior-woman”.

As monsters slowly disappeared from the planet and people became more populous, Antarcticus ceased warfare for the first time in eons and focused on civilization. She dwelled into the useful battle tactics of stationary forts and other such architecture. The humans mimicked her, and settled down in their now secure communities and started to farm. They revered her as a goddess. She represented revolution, progression. Victory in war.

Erescedence was the first and the last of the pure race of monsters, and so as all her kin reproduced, the fierce blood of the beast lessened its intensity. Soon enough even the most primitive humans could fend them off. But Erescedence remained as invincible as she was millions of years ago, back when the universe met the masculine spirit of Chaos and thus Erescedence was created. She did not originate on Earth. Her roots traced back to the very substance of Unknown, which made her unmovable, unbreakable and therefore undefeatable. Her heart was a tsunami. Her life was violence, unhonorable murder.

She always detested Antarcticus, the Child of Earth. The mother of monsters could not to this point seek out a way to destroy her, for she was more resourceful and adaptable than ever in her human form. So she froze her in a star, her pulsing blood in the sky.

When Antarcticus in all her prowess left the world, a great desolation fell upon the humans. Instead of fighting as one against the monsters and raging outside hardships, they fought amongst themselves. They turned away from the great and beautiful Antarcticus to other gods and idols. The female warrior could only watch the only race she ever loved with a cold gaze, only guide lost travelers by Polaris because of the laws of the zenith and celestial dome. Their creations became imperfect, their knowledge diminished. But the loss had implanted them a sense of emptiness in descending generations, a desire to discover something hidden. The people created science. But without the guidance of Antarcticus it was impractical.

The king knew the tower was possible. Science had covered the world a need to doubt everything and believe nothing. To reach the stars he only needed a right way of looking. The construction took many years and workers.

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Antarcticus emerged in the form of a small child, grasping a knife with diamonds on its hilt. She knew the old king wanted to use her for his own benefit so she plunged the weapon into his throat and left him dead on the floor of the tower. She raced down the stairs and entered into the world.

She at first crushed ants with her foot who were acting uncivil as practice to make fairness. The girl had no memories of being Antarcticus. Instead, she “lived each day like for the first time, and learned how to do this thing called justice”.

The day she turned thirty she ceased aging, because the only way to fight well was to stay immortally young. She kept her body in well shape but now had senior experience. At this time Erescedence did not yet know that her enemy had evaded her, and caused no more harm than usual. She bordered the world by lying in a loop and every time she breathed, she created the tides. Each time she stirred she woke up a tsunami.

On learning Antarcticus had escaped she vowed to drown every last of the woman’s beloved race, so she stormed in Oceana and created storms like never witnessed before. The woman knew it was time. Time to kill the great monster.

So she sought the giant snake, and she lead her to a great expanse of snow where the native semi-monsters ate ice and birds swam like fish. They fought for many days and nights. The sky thundered endlessly, the lightning vowed never to stop flickering. The shorelines were engulfed by the sea, and it rained, rained, rained, until deserts became fertile enough for forests and forests were flooded past revival. Months passed and Erescedence still lived, while Antarcticus quickly tired. It was now or never.

“Tell me, O Snake, mother of all monsters and evil things, what will it take to slaughter you?”

The she-demon gave a hiss that rattled the monsters. “Nothing can kill me. I am inviccccible. You may have sssslewn my children, but not me. You can try for the resssst of Time! Antarcticussss, you will never desssstroy me.” She opened up her jaws in a grin.

The sword of Antarcticus flashed like the lightning overhead as it sought a weak spot. “Then maybe invincibility also makes you wise. Who are you, and what am I?” She wanted desperately some information. The legends about her birth were inaccurate. She needed to fully know herself, and know her rival if she was to succeed.

The snake paused for the first time in weeks, as though thinking this request over. “I am Eresssscedencccce, the offsssspring of Chaossss and the Universssse. Assss for you, Antarcticussss, you are the daughter of Earth, which makessss you weak.” Her mighty tail flicked mockingly. “I am the sssspawn of sssstars.”

She gestured with her gruesome head at the night sky. “You ssssee them? Eyessss, watching, protecting me. Loving me, if you wissssh to usssse that foolissssh human emottttion.”

The night is dark and crazy. “Edison!” I call through the stupid maze of trees and the scent of wilderness. The battery in my flashlight gradually dies. “Edison, get over here!” The fading light in my hand hardly cuts through into the black bushes.

Okay, calm thoughts, thoughts, I think to myself. After all, the only thing that could possible happen is to be devoured by some man-eating bear. Or get so utterly lost that not only can I not find Edison, but I also can’t find any berries and thus I starve. Happy thoughts.

The sound of a big blundering animal resounds through the woods. I jump, pretty certain that a carnivore of a bear is coming to kill me. I mean, anything is possible when it’s dark and you’re afraid. Plenty of twigs crack and there’s this weird, panting/grunting noise. I relax when Edison’s enthusiastic face appears between two trees. Of course, he’s not very happy now. His big blob of black hair is tangled up like a hobo’s and there are cuts on his cheeks, vaguely visible in the faint flashlight beam.

“Where were you!” I scream. “Don’t leave me like that! What the hell were you doing anyway?” I had enough of Edison’s antics (not his real name, but a nickname he calls himself). He was the reason we were in the dead of night, blundering through the rural part of state while being chased by vigilant troopers this moment.

An idiotic grin splits his face. I noticed he had a small leaf plastered to the corner of his lips. “I was just getting us some transportation. “ He made that stupid smile again. I wanted to slap it right off him. How could he be smiling when the only things we had were a few packages of crackers to eat, couple of water bottles filled with stream water (I recoil here) and a hundred bucks, which we can’t even use when all the police are trying to get our behinds in jail?

“Yeah, transportation in the middle of some damned forest. I really see how that’s going to work out,” I respond sarcastically.

“Aw, come on kiddo. You all gotta have some faith. And a bit of me.” He winks. You see what I mean? He completely crazy.

“I’ve had enough of your faith. And it’s your complete fault we’re in this mess in the first place.” He winks. I literally snarl.

I first met him at the Annual Convention for Innovative Ideas, which I don’t recommend, it’s a total fiasco every year. This year’s theme was wind mills. Edison came up with this brilliant idea  - now, you should know me by now that I don’t actually mean that – to make a wind mill big enough to power the entire town. Made out of dimes. I don’t even understand how that is supposed to even function. I mean, aren’t all windmills constructed out of some light-weight material?

Well, Edison didn’t have enough dimes. So he nicked all the coins he could find out of all the ponds and fountains in the area. You know how they usually have pennies and nickels at the bottom, because people threw them in to make a wish or something of the sort? Yeah. And he didn’t stop there.

Inspired By Emily Dickinson

If there are mistakes the computer was being evil.

A rose reddens in a bog.

And jostling spiders shimmer.

Here comes the emerald fog,

Electric eclipses glimmer.

Panting trees pass the green chill,

Giving seamless company.

There are solitary hills

That encase infinity.

Spangled orchids, dejected flutes,

Pine amulets, pungent green.

Chubby crocus, cradles mute,

Ethereal hems never seen.

Violet traffic, opal bales,

Tropic hint, the amber flag.

Red caravans, fairy sails,

Ribbons of topaz and rags.

Orchestras of summer boughs

Are fleshless chants, wordless tunes.

The zenith will unbraid now

From the phraseless notes of noon.

Pathetic pendulums chime

Startling the zealous butterfly.
Split pods of flame claim time,

Beating drums and insulted skies.

Ropes of sand: terse and militant.

Silence has stilled potent wood.

Snow and warrior have sent,

For dishonored daisies, his hood.

The velvet people's gown

(Independent as the sun)

Compute the formula of sound,

Yet elemental brown won.

The placid lily and crystal veil

Send sapphire fellows away.

Brother of universe eats his meal

And his pigeon nearby plays.

The route of cochineal

Has foreign fashion it seems.

Here an iris, here a bell,

Blooming with civic gleams.

Mind's tonic, Future's dispute,

Grass divided by a comb.

Print of vermilion foot.

Daffodil's sleeve races home.

A face rounder than the moon,

And dress ruddier than sod.

The timid cricket will sing now

Within dreaming pools and rods.

Pianos of the wood mangle me.

Prophetic pastures have grace.

The private breeze is that queen's knee

Engaging in heaven's race.

Deeper twilight, wider dawn,

Auroras, blazes of bronze.

Docile rows of a lawn

Shelter the exclusive fawns.

The lower meter of the year

Entertain centuries past;

And livid claws inflict fear

Beneath the lustrous ship mast.

Climb on Horizon’s piers!

Take a step onto Rainbow’s stairs!

There are furtive lilac lairs

Which unworthy flowers mar.

Leaves heard the Tale of Dew

And transcending ecstasy.

I am me and you are you

Sailing on a purple sea.

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Don’t follow what your mind’s saying and not your heart, because then your heart will make sure you’ll be never happy.

Nature’s pretty.

It’s full of flowers and birds and trees and animals in harmony.

It’s pretty but not substantial,

You say as you return to your world full of more beings of your kind and vermin.

Nature has received a special name ever since humans left the wild.

Humans, the creatures that now rule the planet.

Ground, in reality, has no lines or borders, or countries or names.

But on maps, they do, and are considered the Just Way.

Nature used to be everything, but people have somehow banished this reality. And because of this they do not understand what the Outside truly is.

Yes, nature is elegant.

But with each blooming blossom, something dies.

Something is eaten by mushrooms.

Even the flowers are not really beautiful, or caring,

Because they only produce such vibrancy to lure insects into pollinating them.

To make their species survive.

The soil is composed of humus, or dead matter.

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Yes, nature is beautiful but terrible.

The gentle deer runs from a pack of wolves,

Fangs flashing at each turn

And breath reeking with carrion.

Their glaring eyes promise death.

And then the doe falls, falls, and its body

(Which lived but an hour ago)

Is devoured.

The thick skin is pulled back and the fat and meat diminished.

Its death pose is beautiful.

The deer decomposes.

Beautiful but terrible.

When the dark of night

Pours

Into the silent bedroom, something whirls and

Soars

Outside as well.

Songs.

Not the bright chirps of the small brown birds. Sad and

Long.

Not the harsh piercings of the warblers. Assonance

Flows.

Not the screeching calls of the seagulls. Melody

Blows.

The songs of the nightingales bleed into the

Air.

The sleeping world even seems to

Flair.

The notes are beautiful, the chords are

Dreams.

The birds are a mystery, unknown are their

Seams.

Are they sparkling black, with iridescent

Green?

Or do they have shimmering feathers from mottled

Steam?

Long tails, swift wings, wise minds and

Hearts?

Or a mirage of darkness, ghosts making up their

Parts?

The nightingales make their home in the

Night.

If you should awake like I did, in the absence of

Light,

Don’t be afraid of the nocturnal music

Calls.

Shivering will make you

Fall.

I’d snatch the moon from the sky,

And give it to you, its identical eye.

Sure, there’d be no more moon poetry,

No more rushing tides,

Nothing to light the night.

Nothing for Wolf to howl to,

With enemy Lynx sauntering behind in the snow.

Nothing to make Raccoon’s fur silver.

Would you wear the object of a million human wonders

Upon your neck

As a gift from me?

You see, there was a couple in the next seats in the subway.

They occasionally flapped her hands.

Normal, right?

But then they began to do a full flurry of it.

I was, to this time, looking out of the corner of my eye.

To stare is rude.

This time, however, I looked straight on.

Their hand waves had complex movements, finger this way, arm that.

I realized they were doing sign language.

They were having a conversation.

I looked, fascinated, at the fluid, coordinated movements, the hands dancing,

The limbs skating upon ice.

The underground train shuddered to a halt,

And admitted a band of rowdy kids from the station.

They talked in loud, uncontrolled voices,

And later noticed the two.

And they laughed.

Just because you’ve never been deaf,

Doesn’t mean you can’t be understanding.

Be the feeling part of this generation,

No matter how small.

I sat on the stairway

Reading “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”,

When a queer sound rustled at my feet.

She sniffed my right green slipper,

Then tickled the other with her dark muzzle.

I stared down at her, surprised,

And she stared back at me with vivid yellow orbs.

The creature climbed up the steps and danced around me.

So mysterious is she, this black sphinx,

And beautiful.

Every inch of her nimble body is perfect to the eye.

Her mouth is silver.

Her teeth are stars.

The dainty paws resemble ancient fossilized leaves.

She is silent, silent as the night stealing the evening.

She knows the way of the world.

But here, in the shelter of humans,

The cruel talons of Earth will never touch her,

So she is too smart to abide by it.

To her, I am not stranger, but a curiosity that may give her food.

Her legs tense and she leaps magnificently high for her size,

And then she is gone.

The creature was a mirage, a dream.

Her ebony fur was more magical than the Hair of a drowned Myriad.

Her sleek flanks were the stuff of legends.

Her tail is the tail of a black leopard.

Her nose was a pebble lying in the deepest lake in the world.

I call, “Midnight!” but the cat was gone.