Valentine: Outside (CH. 7)

The Dead Masters - Valentine: Outside 

She was outside.

She could see nothing beyond what she could reach, for everything beyond that was covered in the dark snow. The constant growling of the hail invaded her auditory senses since she could remember, and then she was in a mysterious peace of doing anything she did in silence, pretty much after the hail was set as the default sound. Her newfound tolerance to cold, however, didn’t alter her desire of bathing herself in warmth. She was constantly groping around while moving forward, sensing that little bit of warmth that was covered by the cold of humanity’s mistakes, sincerely hoping that the traces of warmth was the way to the city – to her sister.

And then she tripped.

Plunging your face into cold water was excruciating enough for most, but her body plunging onto the thick, merciless snowfield was but a short rest for her. Every now and then she had this childish urge of making a snow angel by moving her hands and legs, but mostly dismissed the thought as she considered napping as a better option. She found it strange, though, that although the chilling effects could kill, she never had a permanent sleep. She still didn’t know why she didn’t die.

Me Still

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Me Still

Again I sat, resting my hand on the armrest while having the other arm support my temple as I begin once again doing what I have been and will be doing from now on. The sofa I sat on, a sofa only for one person, appeared to be made of dust, for I had never bothered by it nor have I been bothered to clean it. It was as it was, and so would the rest of the house be. Dirty, rotten, uncared for, that’s what this house will be.

Aisle

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake – Aisle

“Hoi, Aisle!”

I smiled in relief upon my name, for I had expected him not to come but wanted him to do so still – and there he was. Excitement crept up my spine and drove me to run to him, but with all the crowd gushing to the opposite direction, I was more of keeping myself still in the current. Realizing my agony, he who was expecting to wait for me reluctantly walked to me instead.

Six to Five

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Six to Five

The hectic hall that we've stepped into - a place of reunion and farewell - didn't change the fact that we were always the noisiest group wherever we go. As the big, black board of blinking letters indicated that we were there early, an unanimous vote brought us to Starbucks coffee shop, a place found everywhere yet nowhere far from our hearts.

Temple Underneath

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Temple Underneath

The word 'damp' couldn't even describe the place in which I found myself starving in. While I expected the whole corridor of moss to be completely pitch-black, it was instead illuminated by a dim blueish green light with some shade of purple, which was even more eerie than necessary, for the light seemed to came from nowhere. In such a vile space, I slowly wandered around, prepared with live ammunition I wish I could eat instead.

After All

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - After All

He had been hurt, but that wasn't a reason nor an excuse for him to hurt her. Then again, reason was of the most complicated and difficult for them to understand. None understood why he came to her. None understood why she nodded. None understood why he was furious, and none understood why she was crying. Only one word engulfed their mind: failure.

Cheating

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Cheating

She was a girl.

Never before had he seen such unique, beautiful creature. He did not know much about her, only that she was his and she was cold. A tight yet careful hug was seen as necessary, and thus he did so, while leaving the cold room illuminated by a blinding light in which he had bathed. Only three witnesses: her, him and the core. Chaos engulfed his common sense until a conclusion came to mind: but she was human. She was still feeble from external harm, just like any other babies were. She needed feeding and care, just like any other babies do. She needed a parent, like he used to do. He was determined to be her parent; but was it not wrong to do so?

For Meeting That One Girl

Big Fishes Carnival at The Lake - For Meeting That One Girl

Have you ever gotten frustrated just because of a malfunctioning button or switch? You would probably try to push the button again and again, the next attempt with more force than the previous, blindly hoping that brute force would solve problems like magic. Flipping useless switches also invokes similar annoyance, but it wasn't similar anymore when the switch determined whether the plane you piloted could continue flying. Tension and fear overruled frustration, and as clouds began to dominate the vision, a piece of memory surged into my consciousness.

Sugar to Cake

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Sugar to Cake

"Will you be coming tomorrow?"

Now how am I supposed to refuse, a plea from a little girl with such a sweet voice yet augmented by unconscious depression and sufferings? I bent down and kissed her forehead, she who had all her seven years of happy life taken away, leaving her in the cold, hard wasteland I was supposed to live in by myself. Well, not that I didn't enjoy her company.

Isn't There

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Isn't There

“How would you describe yourself?”

Never before had a question from a simple English homework had thrown me into such dilemma. When I no longer heard the voice of my brothers’ scream upon horror movies, when the only sound I could hear was the sound of the gently but abruptly ticking clock, I decided to roll my pen over the whole page and jump to my bed. The homework wasn’t due tomorrow anyway. I still couldn’t believe that I had my eyes opened still for an hour or so thinking about myself.

For Him

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - For Him

I stared at the painting, the piece of art I’ve worked on for months.

It was a simple piece, really. It was meant for my father, the person I’ve been looking up to for all my life. He wasn’t the perfect father that I imagined; in fact, there were many of him that I disliked, but through the years together we overcame the disputes between us and become a truly bonded father-daughter pair for a while. While I do love him because he’s my father, I love him more because of himself, him as a person: his way of talking, his care for animals, his impartial considerations, his commendable personality for a person who’ve lost the love of his life.

A Lone Believer

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - A Lone Believer

 One girl was able to straighten my path. One smile was able to motivate me to do even the most tedious of jobs. One sentence opened my eyes and showed me that life is beautiful. One hour and only joy could be found running through my veins. One life, shouldn't be sacrificed for others.

                

Jill

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Jill

Have you ever encountered a couple so matching that you think they’re made for each other?

It was so goddamn obvious that Jill had a huge crush on Jack from the first time they met each other, however hard she tried to deny that. It seemed that she tried to play it cool, tried to act like Jack didn’t bother her one bit, but her flushed face and stuttered words failed her. Honestly, she’s cute when this happens, so as her best friend, I could say that I’m glad she met Jack.

Durge: Hierarchy (Ch. 6)

The Dead Masters - Durge: Hierarchy

He was late. Almost.

It was another rush to the school. Durge couldn't help but wonder if this was just bad luck acquired because of the contact of a devilish being. Still, the mysterious thrill he felt the day before didn't cease to exist in this mass run. Mass run because many angry people, screaming and cursing, were on his tail. Traders who had their stalls destroyed because of Durge rash action when he met such place on his way, were throwing stones and everything they could find. Still, a normal trader could not catch up with the speed of athletic and devilishly enhanced Durge. Soon they lost sight of him.

Journey

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Journey



Inspired by the song Canoe, a BGM of Key's Rewrite.


           Supported by the soft touches of the sand, with gentle waves trying to stroke their feet, they stared at the sun setting onto the horizon, a place no longer impossible to reach. As his five female friends began dancing in joy, he reminisced a memory in which his big dream started. 

           “Why are we going so high up, dad?”

Your Room

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Your Room

A world of white.

Time seemed to be standing still, although day and night were still chasing each other. Boredom collaborated with loneliness to form a cauldron of mysterious feeling that was unexpectedly not unpleasant. Waking up didn't change a single thing, and neither did falling asleep. There were so many stuff in the room to mess with, yet however neat you made your room to be or however hard you tried to make it untidy, nothing really changed.

Scarlett: The World We Own (Ch. 5)

The Dead Masters - Scarlett: The World We Own

You might find life in the Society as normal, but outside the thick, metal walls were not even a life form. Maybe one can find another place like the Society, but that would be far, far away, and nobody was sure that one can slip through the frozen plains, the rampaging hailstorm and the chilling wind, before one reach another surviving place. Forget reaching there; surviving was deemed impossible.

This world had come to its end.

Demon: Others' Sins (Ch. 4)

The Dead Masters - Demon: Others' Sins

“You still blame me for that?”

The merciless cold of that winter night was chilling to the bone, even to the pedestrian with layers of clothes on. However, on the rooftop of the Fieldwork building, a skyscraper of three hundred floors, the black-winged man stood, his upper body bare. The snow was falling, almost like a blizzard, but not even one drop of snowflake could touch his pale white skin.

“It’s not about who is at fault. Everything had happened, and I will follow your ‘game’, for that is the only solution. But don’t get so high and mighty; the stronger between us is yet to be decided.” 

Being Thankful

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Being Thankful


"When was the last time I stop to see the leaves falling gently to the soft ground?" I asked myself.

Suddenly walking alone among the trees and the rays of setting sun felt soothing. As the wind carefully caressed my cheeks and the birds continues to sing the tune of joy, I sighed and continued my journey. Never before had nature erased my suffering, for I had never let her do so. Now the smell of the grass healed my wounded heart like nothing I could ever imagine. For that, I was thankful.

Durge: After Death (Ch.3)

The Dead Masters - Durge: After Death

He was home.   

       

Durge groped the darkness surrounding him, only to find little sunlight passing through the thin curtain of his room. His head aches as he tried to lift himself up from his slumber. Little did he remember about his nightmare, one of the worst nightmare that left his limbs tremble in fear for a moment. He truly hoped that it was a dream, a nightmare that he didn’t need to remember anymore. Sadly, it wasn’t.

Julius: Her (Ch.2)

The Dead Masters - Julius: Her

Julius Arc leaned the golden-framed window, putting both his hand on his pocket as he watched the moon and the stars moving slowly but steadily. He did this everyday, for only the beauty of the stars and the moon could pique his curiosity. If he looked away, the grand bedroom as spacious as one performance hall was what awaits him. Everything was shiny, everything was gold. It’s not that he hated it.

Durge: Victims (Ch. 1)

The Dead Masters - Durge: Victims

Truth was something Durge Eltiorra would never understand. As far as he could remember, he was always told to be a good student, a good friend, a good son. Thus, he always became one. However, the more he forced against his nature in order to fulfil these ‘duties’, the more he longed for the truth. He held himself from his true nature for eighteen years, and there was no truth left in him, and if there was, he could never find it.

Project: The Dead Masters

"Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic." - Lewis Carroll

Logic is often present as a basis used by many for decision-making. More often than not, people requires clear advantage in order for them to believe in something. This logic is usually a form of information gathering and evaluation to come up with the best solution available. However, it was not 100% logic that all people in the world use to make decision; there is the abstract existence of feeling.

Why is logic described here? It is to make sure that you have logic in mind, to determine whether to continue reading or not. This is because you need to know logic to know what is logical and what is not: The Dead Masters surely consist of illogical decisions and vague interpretations. This project has been going on for quite a long while, and the whole concept is pretty much materialized. It is just a matter of time before everything flows into the main plot.

The Dead Masters has a vague target of audience: the indescribable demonic power makes it unsuitable for adults looking for serious readings, but its baseless logic makes it incomprehensible for many teenagers. Perhaps most people will come across it and find it simply weird. Much of it is simply illogical, but no one is to deny that the end of the world can be pictured in the project.

By logic, the direct conclusion is not to read. However, isn't there something else in you that allures you to continue exploring just how insanity can be pictured in a literary piece? Maybe another perspective can bring you closer not to what you really want, but what you really need.

"Go to sleep." - Mom

What Used to be Worthy

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - What Used to be Worthy

He regained his senses. 

Shortly after, his little heart wished he hadn't. What was before him was the whole town in chaos, as if they were creating the end of their own world. The people are either panicking or dead. Flames painted in blue scoured the land and devoured the building like a beautiful little flame that eats away the candle with nobody noticing. Roads? No more. Mostly cracks of fissures, with a little spice of cars split into half or blown into pieces. Then he asked: who did this?

Wrong question.

But He Knows My Name

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - But He Knows My Name

Like what a normal person would do, I opened the door when someone rang the bell, not even trying to assume who the person behind the door was. My mind was full of the resume I was about to submit, and I was continuously thinking about how to appeal to be an amateur editor. It was stressful for me not to get a job six month after graduation, and that was exactly why I was so focused to grab this chance. I was still holding my presentation script and reciting some parts that I would like to remember when the door was opened – I did not even look at the person standing in front of me. Everything in my mind was taken away when he, with his subtle, unforgettable voice, called my name.

The next moment, he was the only one in my world.

Senses-/-Sight

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Senses-/-Sight

"She, is there, right?"

It was just another afternoon in my busy high school life when I asked one of my friend such a ridiculous question. I was standing in front of a staircase leading to the staff room, not really alone but still; lonely. The friend that I just asked my question to, a friend that I could not remember the name, gave me a surprised look, but then regained composure and simply nod.

"Thank you," and he left.

It had been only three days; I wouldn't expect everyone to adapt to it that quickly, but a faster pace would be nice. I was no idiot, although I want to be, but to strangers I might seems a little out of my mind. That's why I mustn't lose sight of my friends, so that I could ask that stupid question again and again.

That, and I don't want to lose again.

To Be Seen

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - To Be Seen

He tapped the microphone twice, testing if it worked properly. A jumbled sounds of various instrument rammed his ears, stopping only after those ramblings sounded like music. He took a deep breath, preparing himself physically and mentally, before he hummed the tune which made the world go wild.

The next morning he immediately jumped from his bed, after such tiring night, and rushed to the television. Inside that little glowing, box, in every news of every channel, he showed up. He was relieved.

He then muted the television and shifted his attention to the small radio. He turned it on, adjusting the antenna so that the sound became crystal clear, until the wonderful tune he had composed sent him into his memories of the past.

Her Enmity

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Her Enmity

It was often said that humans are selfish creature.

Not only had we began conflict between each other to satisfy our greed, we also had deprived the beautiful mother earth of its bountiful wealth. We had cut many trees, burnt a thousand forest and will burn a thousand more, never even considering about the feelings of existence coexisting with us in this world. Those who were aware of such cruelty of their own kind would then wonder how did the other resident of the earth think of us humans. I was such a person.

Memories

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Memories

He came again.  With a different name.

Whatever society I blended into, somehow he was always there, without fail as if destiny had been pulling a cruel prank on me all this time. Much like a joke, he was always near even when I had flown thousands of miles away, trying to run away from reality without prevailing. An existence I could not deny, he was.

"Hi, my name is.."

Dave. Please say it's Dave.

Two Heartbreaks

Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Two Heartbreaks

He was not joking.

Celine was sure that there were no speck of lies in the words of the "demon". She was always good at reading people and recognizing which was truth, cry or lie. She could count on her ability anytime: under the greatest of stress, the smokiest of dizziness, anytime. She was not wrong that time, either.

The "demon" said : There can only be one survivor. Or none.

Project: Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake

"You don't always have to start with a quote." - anonymous

If you happen to recognize the title project and feel like you have read it somewhere, then you might have stumbled upon my Figment account. As of now it consist of seven chapters which are totally unrelated to each other, yet. It was supposed to be quite a big project in my life and I am now trying to posts all the chapters in this blog, and possibly continue the project in this blog instead.

For those who have no idea what's happening, or found the title extremely awkward, fret not: I feel the same. The project title was made of nonsense, but if we are to think hard enough we can actually make sense out of it. So if you have free time (well I guess if you don't, you won't be reading this in the first place), please continue reading the analysis.

A carnival is often what people are looking forward to. In it there was excitement, interaction, fun and games, good food and drinks, and it usually ended with a grand finale by which all eyes will be fixed on the short-lived, energetic paintings on the sky, for example. In a carnival there is supposed to be nobody sitting in the corner blaming himself for all he has done; every single person are to forget their problems for a moment. It is meant for fun.

Big fishes find it harder to go against the current. While humans are more interested in fishing a bigger fish, in the river they don't have much to survive against fishermen; only moving predictably forward doesn't help at all. However, in the lake there is no current: every fish has a freedom to choose where to swim to. Their freedom are so beautiful to behold that many found it astounding just to look at them swimming in harmony. Freedom is appreciated.

So in this project, I want all of you to have fun reading, while giving you the freedom of thinking about "why" and "how" regarding parts of the story that is left untold. All in all, this project may be unclear at first, but in the end everything will be connected, one way or another, illogically or barely logically. I hope all readers find these chapters as exciting and worth your free time.

"I really don't have a quote." - Kygrykhon

Blood Runs Through Veins

"Blood runs through veins." - A Biology Textbook

If you happen to find the word "Kygrykhon" familiar, then there is a really small, although exists, chance of you having read my previous blog, thetruekygrykhon.blogspot.com. Only three posts there, nothing much to say. However, if you then asked me about why moving to a new blog, I need to explain a bit of things.

Accept it: in real life, hearts move. We live in an era where not undergoing change is an act of changing the norm itself. Changes are expected, chased upon, highly appreciated, although not all of the changes contributes to the betterment of our society. Even when we knew some changes are malignant, it is just the flux of changes that determines life, at least for now. Static are seen to be an enemy. So when I had a change of heart, no one has the right to oppose me: I'm just following the crowd.

So after two years of neglecting my previous blog, I decided to change. It is no longer the outside truth that will be expressed, but something even deeper, to the essence of life, the blood of Kygrykhon. The deepest of hearts might not be revealed on the first chapter of a good novel, but we keep reading it because we believe that at one point in the story, everything will become clear, all nook and cranny. As more posts is contained in this blog, maybe one day we can touch on the heart, the core of the truth, but first we need to take a step deeper - to the veins where blood flows.

If you have read my previous blog, you will notice straight away that all of the above are just beautiful (read:nonsense). Nobody will realize the Kygrykhon had simply made a mistake of not storing a required phrase into his memory, and thus he was stripped off his access to the true Kygrykhon.

Well, survive another nonsense and I'll give you even more than you wanted. For now, I'll end up with a quote.

"My homework and this blog is far more interesting than a piece of pizza." - No One Ever