Guess Who’s Back?

Hey guys its me again,

Sorry for not posting within the last two months but who knew engineering would be tough (*definitely not this guy*). I’m back (hopefully) and will update a schedule for posting times.

Hey guys its me again,

Sorry for not posting within the last two months but who knew engineering would be tough (*definitely not this guy*). I’m back (hopefully) and will update a schedule for posting times:

The Schedule I Shall Try To Keep

The Land That Never Was – Chapter Update: Saturdays 6 AM

Saint’s Grimoire – Chapter Update: Saturdays 6 PM

Daily Prompt: Daily 6 AM

Poetry: Daily 12 PM

1000 Words: Monday, Wednesday, Friday 6 PM

Other Updates: Random

Life has its ups and downs

Like riding in a catapult

Life goes round and round

As if by a summersault


But if you don’t go up

You can’t see the mountains

If you don’t go down

Then where are the valleys

Lift your head up

And drink from the fountain

Catapulted down

Straight into the alleys



The Icognito Writer: Catapult

Weekend Nights

Weekend nights and city lights

Everyone is out tonight

Weekend nights and party fights

Oh the stars are bright

Weekend nights and city lights

Everyone is out tonight

Weekend nights and party fights

Oh the stars are bright


Weekend nights and Saturday lies

Spending is high but cash is tight

Weekend nights and Sunday highs

Don’t worry everything is alright



The Icognito Writer

Elevation

I’ve had this ability for as long as I can remember. Jason calls it the elevation but I just call it upgrade. At first, we messed around with elevating all kinds of stuff, but it turns out that people get quite suspicious when your mini-van suddenly turns into a Ferrari. As I grew up, I realised I could do so much more than just upgrade things. I could repair them, copy them, downgrade them; I could even delete them.

Contrary to Jason, I believed it was in my best interest to keep my powers on the down low. Of course, I used them, what’s the point in having them if you didn’t? I just didn’t want to draw attention to myself; I didn’t think I can elevate my way out of jail.

But as all stories go, there was a turning point, and it came in the form of Janet Lily Sullivan. She was a decent looking lady with an alright figure. She worked in accounting, a couple of desks from my little office in HR. We first met at the company’s Christmas party; she would be my third girlfriend, and as fate would have it, my last.

We started dating quite a while after that; Jane (or Lily as she liked to be called) had such a bright personality. She made the every day seemed extraordinary; she made my life have a purpose.

It wasn’t a while later that she happened to overhear Jason talking about the elevation. She asked me and I couldn’t help but tell her the truth. After all, I thought she was different; I figured she was special.

It didn’t take long before Lily started changing. She wanted my gifts to be even more unique; according to her, I could just elevate them anytime I wanted. Soon, even the best gifts couldn’t sate her and even then she still wanted more.

It had been three weeks of her constantly begging me to upgrade her; I had told her, no, but she kept on and I finally gave way. It only took a few seconds, but it would change the rest of my life.

For the first time in a long time, she was happy; she was more beautiful, more fit, more everything that she had ever been and for a while, it was just fine. But of course, the questions came. What exercise did you do? Who does your hair? Did you get plastic surgery?

Tired of all the inquisition she finally let it slip, and that’s when it all began. Her story spiralled onto the internet; she even got appearances on shows. Meanwhile, I hadn’t gone to work in weeks; paparazzi had flooded my doors.

I managed to escape my house, living on the run. All this time she was becoming even more and more famous. It took me three weeks to track her down, and I did something I had never done before: I downgraded her.

So that’s my story, now I’m here under this bridge. Police have been looking for me for a while now; apparently what I did was illegal. Maybe I should just end it; maybe it was never a good idea in the first place. The only person that would miss me if I died was probably Jason, the only person who still cared. But I’m sure that he would live a much better life if I weren’t around. And so I reached for the top of my head, just under downgrade and I pressed…

 


In response to Everything has a small arrow and the word “upgrade” over it. Press it and you can upgrade the item into a better verison. You’ve used the abikity sparingly, new phones, better cars, however today you made the ultimate mistake. You pressed the button over a person from Writing Prompts.


 

Anchored

Anchored and bounded

Like a soldier surrounded

There is no escape

There is no hope

 

Anchored and bounded

Like a submarine that’s grounded

The pain takes shape

And I’m letting go


But with you here I feel

Something lovely; its surreal

With you here I wonder

With you here I smile

 

And with you here I feel

Emotions so real

Im unmoored forever

And I’ll be with you all the while



The Icognito Writer: Unmoored

Given Up

I’ve given up

I’m falling down

No more waiting, no idling now


I’ve given up

The time is past

I think this breath is my last


I’ve given up

My time is gone

You don’t have to play along


I’ve given up

Descended into despair

This is one wound time wont repair


I’ve given up

But I’ll miss your smile

I’ll only be gone a little while



The Icognito Writer: Descend

There Was A Time

There was a time

When we were happy

When we had everything

When we owned the sea

There was a time

When we were happy

When we had everything

When we owned the sea


There was a time

 

Full of life

When you were my wife

And there was no strife


Now that’s not but memories

Lost in a deep vast sea

You’ve been lost to me

There was a time



The Icognito Writer

Prankster

She was a prankster

She played those tricks

But beneath it all

She was a kid

She was a prankster

She played those tricks

But beneath it all

She was a kid


She lost her dad

Her mom wasn’t there

So she played around

So she wouldn’t disappear


They hated her guts

They hated her smile

If the only took the time

To talk to her for a while


Sure she was notorious

Sure she was infamous

But beneath it all

She didn’t want to be anonymous


She’d rather be hated

Rather be scorned

That be nothing at all

And be ignored



The Icognito Writer: Notorious

Introduction – The Ritual And The Mirror

The pain was unexpectedly dull even as the knife cut through my skin. The priest stopped right above my wrist: the blade had made its way from the tips of my fingers to the confines of my palm. Seemingly satisfied with his work, the priest backed away as I resisted the urge to scratch. He began chanting words in a language I didn’t understand; it was old tongue.

The pain was unexpectedly dull even as the knife cut through my skin. The priest stopped right above my wrist: the blade had made its way from the tips of my fingers to the confines of my palm. Seemingly satisfied with his work, the priest backed away as I resisted the urge to scratch. He began chanting words in a language I didn’t understand; it was old tongue.

As he spoke the pain on my arm subsided only to be replaced with a soft throbbing. I looked at the priest; his gentle eyes were now blank, his face devoid of emotion. I could sense the power in his voice; with each word the throbbing increased. It wasn’t long till blood started pouring; gently at first then faster. Within a few seconds, it was like a waterfall of red.

As the blood poured, I looked down, wondering how they were going to clean it up. To my surprise the blood never touched the floor; instead, it flowed into the magic circle in waves. With each pulse, the runic words glowed a dull red as if in agreement. Like a heart, each breath powered the runes and they, in turn, fueled something else; my grimoire.

The black book was floating in the air; its pages turned as if some invisible hand was rummaging through it. As I watched the book rise, I could feel my legs give way. It didn’t take long for me to fall; my magic being syphoned into grimoire. With every word I could feel myself losing consciousness while the grimoire flew higher and higher; its power radiating throughout the hall. I tried to hold on but I had no strength left to do so. And even as the priest stopped chanting, my mind slipped into oblivion.


It was cold when I woke up; my hands and legs were both numb. It took some time before I could stand up again, my body was still drained of all its energy. I looked up; the sky was grey, and there were no buildings around. I was definitely not in the village.

As I began walking, I noticed that I was on some sort of reflective surface. With each step I took, ripples formed. I looked around, the lake-like surface was spread as far as I could see. I continued walking.

I had lost count of how many hours had past when I came across a large mirror. It was easily twice my height and three times my width; but other than that it boasted no unique features. I walked around it wondering if any secrets lay at its back, but all I saw was my reflection yet again. I walked back to the front and observed the mirror.

It wasn’t long til I noticed the man standing in the mirror. At first, it thought it was my reflection, but its eyes were grey; like tiny blue islands in a sea of mud. As I raised my right hand, it raised its left. Curious, I touched the mirror and fell into its cold embrace.


I could feel the sensation of falling, the fear of weightlessness. But there was no wind nor sound; even my voice was inaudible. I was dark, darker than even night itself. I was helpless, suspended in this alternate reality and I could do nothing to change that. So I closed my eyes waiting for this nightmare to be over.

It wasn’t long till I was back on the ground; I had landed face first, but I felt no pain. I quickly stood up and looked around. The sky was now blue and there was no trace of the mirror nor the darkness that I had fallen through. Yet after all my efforts I had returned back to square one; a stranger in an unknown land.

I stood up again, my legs faintly aching. I battled whether or not to resume my search for an exit. My curiosity got the better of me again, I hoped this time it wouldn’t kill me.

Before I had walked a few metres a man appeared in front of me, his body half submerged in the lake. His face was blurry as if covered by and invisible veil but I could see his eyes clearly. His left eye was grey with a blue pupil while his right was grey with a red one. His face was without emotion, yet it terrified me.

“You seem afraid,” it said.

“Have you looked at yourself in a mirror? Who wouldn’t me.” I retorted. I had had enough of wondering around and wasn’t in the best of moods.

The creature smiled, rising up from the lake as it did so. “You would talk to me about mirrors?”

“Look, I have spent the last few hours wondering about this forsaken place. I don’t care who you are I just want to go home.”

“What if I said I could offer you true power?”

I paused for a moment, his words echoing through the silence.

“You would offer me true power?”

“Yes, I would.”

“May I ask your name?”

“I am Aruer, Deity of Mirrors?”

“So Aruer, why would you offer me power?”

“Because you have peaked my interest.”

“Is that all?”

“Is it not good enough a reason?”

“No, it’s not.”

“Then what do you propose I should have said?”

“Maybe because I was chosen, or that it runs in my lineage?”

Aruer laughed as if possessed by a jackal. “No one is chosen for power, only by the whims of those with it is it granted.”

“What about the acolytes, the sages, the eunuchs? Or the sovereigns and alchemists? What about them?” I asked.

“They possessed something unique, it’s true. But they weren’t chosen much like you aren’t either.”

“You’re telling me that people are just given world-changing power by whim? It makes no sense?”

“Nothing does Naulius.”

“Of course it doesn’t …. wait, how do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you, why wouldn’t I know your name?”

“I never said do you, I asked how?”

Aruer smiled; his lips suppressing a chuckle. “All will be explained, the more pressing matter is do you accept my power?”

I pondered for a moment. Worst comes to worst, I was dreaming, and this never happened. In the best case, I achieve unimaginable power, and my parents stop calling me a failure.

“I accept,” I said hesitantly.

“Good,” Aruer replied as he put his hands on my head and I once again fell into a deep slumber.

Chapter 3: The Ceremony

The room was quiet; eerily so. Just moments before it was abuzz with the sounds of delegates conversing. Karr Joon and the other two elders of Ishlan had been defending the actions of Ishlan’s council for the better part of the day. They had faced the boards of Zanox and Angsk who wanted to improve Ishlan’s relations with its neighbouring nations. Astrok had been busy regarding some political dealings in Virav since the start of the week, so they were excused. However, the lack of one council did not seem to reduce a number of words being spewed forth in the council room. Karr was wondering if he would be able to hear again after the day’s events when a messenger was let in.

The room was quiet; eerily so. Just moments before it was abuzz with the sounds of delegates conversing. Karr Joon and the other two elders of Ishlan had been defending the actions of Ishlan’s council for the better part of the day. They had faced the boards of Zanox and Angsk who wanted to improve Ishlan’s relations with its neighbouring nations. Astrok had been busy regarding some political dealings in Virav since the start of the week, so they were excused. However, the lack of one council did not seem to reduce a number of words being spewed forth in the council room. Karr was wondering if he would be able to hear again after the day’s events when a messenger was let in.

Normally a messenger wouldn’t be let in until the end of a national council meeting but considering the length of the meeting and the apparent urgency of the message he carried; it seemed reasonable to pay attention to his words. The messenger opened the scroll he had been given, making sure to present the sender’s seal beforehand. It was from the councils of Astrok and Virav; an unusual combination. As the scroll unfolded, a great gust of wind filled the room leaving behind the scent of green roses and blue lilies.

“This scroll is from the councils of Astrok and Virav, declaring an official truce, ” the scroll boomed, “A ceremony would be held later in the month to signify the formal signing.”

The room fell quiet, even as the scroll repeated its message once more. The words seemed to echo into the distance, far away from the ears of those present. The messenger wrapped up the scroll just as it began its third repetition; the gust of wind carrying the aroma of the roses and lilies back into the parchment from whence it came. It wasn’t until the messenger was long gone that the assembled councils understood the meaning of those words. The 125-year war between the two countries had finally come to an end. The elders broke into a uniform display of emotion; joy. The time of torment and disaster was over; it was finally the time for peace. However, few knew that this peace would be short lived. Karr Joon and his fellow elders could only feign a smile as the others celebrated. The other first elders shared the same look; it had finally begun.


It was night time. Karr Joon and some of the other elders had retired to their chambers though a majority were still celebrating. They had moved to the event hall to partake in the festivities that came with the message. Karr was a bit annoyed; it wasn’t that he disapproved of their activities, just that if they knew what he knew they wouldn’t be so happy about what had just happened. It was great that the war was over, with this it wouldn’t be long till all of Procul was at peace. The question was; at what cost?

Karr was still pondering the message and what it meant when he heard two rasp knocks on his door. Karr was inside one of the strongest fortresses in all of Procul, but he couldn’t help but be cautious. He got to the door only to find James and Drake lying in wait.

“You know, ” James started while looking at the staff, “If I were here to get you I wouldn’t knock on the door.”

“Anyone who would come here with such intentions would most likely be crazy,” Karr said as he laid his staff to rest.

“Crazy not stupid” James rebutted.

“You’d be surprised how often those two collide,” Drake chipped in.

The three elders were good friends, but the tension in the room was thick. Each elder pondered over the events of the day especially the unexpected news of the treaty; it would have severe impacts on the future of Ishlan and all Procul.

“The prophecy seems to be coming true,” James said; cutting to the chase.

“It would seem so,” Drake replied. They air became even heavier.

“Prophesies are just mere representations of what could be. There are many more paths that this world can take.” Karr said as he tried to alleviate some of the tension in the room, but his words held no substance.

“Prophecies tell us in which way Rideon moves and with every passing day the path to our destruction becomes ever clearer.” James rebutted.

“Maybe there is a beauty to this madness, James,” Drake said, “One does not know in which ways the gods move.”

“I would rather there be no madness at all!” James retorted.

“Wouldn’t we all?” said Karr, waving his staff in dismissal. “Unfortunately it seems we no longer have that choice.”

James was silent, even though he was hot-headed, he rarely acted before he thought. “Perhaps you are right Karr, but is there no better way.”

Karr could feel James anxiousness, he too had spent many nights asking that very question. “If there is, I’ll do my best to find it.”

“That’s all we could ever ask for,” Drake replied. He too understanding the gravity of the situation.

“It seems I have troubled you enough First Elder, I wish you good luck on your travels,” James said as he finally exited the room.

“I too bid you farewell, it seems that you need all the blessings Rideon can offer.” Drake chipped.

“It would seem so,” Karr replied.

With the other elders gone, Karr made a final farewell setting out on his journey.

Nothing But Empty Air

Burning doors and falling roofs

Don’t ask how, it’s what we do

Settle down and take a seat

You’re on a journey; a trip with me

Fires burning and embers blaze

This how we’re spending the rest of our days

Navigating our way out of this maze

Let others go, we’re going to run our race

Burning doors and falling roofs

Don’t ask how, it’s what we do

Settle down and take a seat

You’re on a journey; a trip with me

Fires burning and embers blaze

This how we’re spending the rest of our days

Navigating our way out of this maze

Let others go, we’re going to run our race


So sit down, look around

We got space and time to spare

I think I’ve found, my way out

And I got an idea where

Where we’re going, where we’ll be

Is a place not no one else can see

Nothing but empty air



The Icognito Writer

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