Theme 6: Obsession

Theme 6: Obsession 

Pictures covered the wall completely, leaving no room on the wall for anything else, not even the paint could be seen. Ryn knew however that they had been a sky blue color. He had painted them himself upon Kandyl request. The younger hybrid wanted to be reminded of the sky, something he could never see again while he was enclosed behind these walls.

Ryn traced fingers along the pictures, sketches really. Kandyl had never left the room, could never have taken actual real photographs of the man himself. He was a shut in, afraid of the outside world and all it had to offer him. If he closed his eyes and concentrated for just a moment he could still almost see the image of him huddling in the corner, hands wrapped in his hair and tugging as he rocked back and forth on the floor. He was choking on apologies to a man who couldn't hear it.

He’d managed the drawing in a rare moment of lucidity. They were, Ryn noted, drawings of the same man. Element.

About the Piece: Obsession is Theme 6. I used a sort of What If? setting for the characters. A little background for the piece would be what if Kandyl never recovered from his friend Element killing himself. What if he never met Bayde and the wonders of alcohol?

The obsession is shown in all the pictures he draws of the man. 

Theme 1: Introductions

“We should kill your parents.” In hindsight Shiro probably took that as a clue as to the type of person Kuro was. He probably should have gone right away to get his head examine, for certainty he was going crazy. Here was standing in his room in nothing but his transformers boxers and talking to a figment of his imagination. A figment who had just stated in a way of introduction that he wanted to murder Shiro parents.

Shiro really should have been worried.

Introduction, Shiro father had always said, told a lot about a person. He believed that a timid person waited for someone else to introduce themselves first. Shiro was told early on that he was to avoid the weak and timid. Strong and confident people always asserted themselves. They gave a strong firm handshake and spoke with confidence.

Shiro had to wonder what kind of person his Father would think the figment was, probably crazy. Shiro thought he was.

“Sorry, I’m being rude. I’m not even introducing myself probably. Our father would be disappointed.” Like he had been reading Shiro thoughts, he strode forward with confidence and grabbed Shiro hand. He gave it a firm, hard shake as he beamed a wicked smile at Shiro. “I’m Kuro. The darkness to your light.”

As far as introductions went, Shiro was sure this would by far be the weirdest one he had ever encountered.

Theme Challenge

So I am challenging myself. I am taking up a 100 Theme Challenge and my goal is to put out 1 or 2 a day. The stories can be of any various lengths, even just a paragraph as long as it deals with the theme I pick for the day. I am going to make a separate page on my blog for it also with the list of all the themes.

Wish me Luck.

The Children Army

So my August NANO idea got trashed and replaced with a new one. It's set in the same world as my July NANO and the original characters are a lot older. It sort of works through a lot of time jumps. It starts with the main character Zephyr as a small child getting stolen from his home and works up to him getting rescued and adopted by Seven and Rumor from the original story I wrote last month. They have a huge personality change by the time Zephyr hits 16. I blame it on the fact they raised a broken child. It forces you to grow up.

A forewarning to anyone who reads this excerpt from the first part of the story, It's A LOT darker then what I normally write. It doesn't go into descriptive details however. I'm trying my hand at writing a darker story, I'll probably fail.

   They were screaming. My Mother and Father both right before my very eyes. I was only 3 or 4 at time but I could remember the event clear as day. I probably remembered it better then most adults did. It was tragic, or at least it was to me. My Mother begged for mercy as a man ripped into her in the most primitive of ways. My Father had to watch. Every time he tried to close his eyes or struggle the captors would strike until he couldn’t stand any longer and then force him back up from his knee’s.